Chapter 44 - Say Sorry

NORA

“ St—Striker…” I stammered.

I twisted my hands, trying to get out of his grip but he didn’t let me.

“ Striker! ” I hissed next.

He didn’t listen and kept going harder, and harder until I had to squeeze my legs around him.

“ Striker please slow down. You are hurting me. ” I cried out.

He didn’t stop, instead, kept thrusting faster. It almost felt like a burning blur, as the pain continued to intensify.

My eyes found his head which was resting on my shoulder. He seemed to be unable to listen, to think. He only wanted the pleasure to do some wonders, and make him better—I had known this feeling where someone would want a foreign emotion or sensation to take over and make them forget about everything else.

And this frustrated me. Striker was using my body to get over whatever was going through his head.

Satan’s Buttocks! I fell for it.

“ Striker! It hurts! Stop! ” I shrieked and he instantly stopped.

His shoulders were stiff and his body taut against me. I shakily took in his incense