MAEVE HAWTHORN.
What am I doing? How did coming to ask questions and pour my anger out on him turn into a sadist and masochist thing?
Why do I feel butterflies in my stomach and why do I want him to hit me even more?
My lips parted and I couldn’t stop the wanton moan that came out of it as I looked up at him, into his green eyes that told me all I needed to know.
He did nothing to hide the fact that he hated this and deep within me, I felt like maybe after this, Enzo and I could talk and he’ll finally open up to me about what had happened that day.
I felt the impact of the slap first and that made my knees weak as my p***y throbbed and then, I felt the stinging sensation coursing through my entire being.
My cheek was burning, it felt extraordinarily hot and I didn’t need anyone to te
