Hate fuck

Molly:

I walked to my room, and pulled it open to see it was empty. I expected Farrell to be there. He was probably very angry and I wasn't really in the mood for all these.

Suddenly I thought of the lingerie. I pulled it out of the bag and I looked at it. Then I got into the shower. When I was done, I wiped my body and put on the lingerie in the bathroom. After that I wrapped my towel around it.

The moment I walked out, I saw Farrell seated on the couch. He had a cigar in his hand, and his expression hardened the moment our gazes met.

"Where have you been?" He questioned, dropping the cigar in the ashtray.

Then he stood up and walked up to me. I stood still without saying a word to him.

"Your hair," he said, running his hands through it.

"Do you like it?" I asked when he wouldn't stop staring.

"I mean if you like it, just…"

I was about to say when he stuck a thumb into my mouth and pushed it down hard making me gag on it. He pulled away my towel allowing the lingerie to come into vi