Wrong Strike

DIANA'S POV

His average lips caressed my right earlobe down to my cheek and neck before he held me by my arms and turned me around to face him, his mouth giving off a sweet scent of mixed cinnamon, marshmallow, and grape flavor which was as a result of the red wine he drank.

Being so close to him reminded me of my past when he killed my father. I tried to compose myself so I could achieve my plans but I didn't realize it when I began to distance myself from him. Nevertheless, he didn't give up as he moved closer to me and held my waist, pinning me closer to his bulgy body.

He bent me a little giving support to me with his hand on my back and his eyes lost in mine, sending an erotic rush through me.

At first, he traced his tongue gently on my lips until I gave in to him by opening my mouth wide enough for his tongue and upper lip to slip in.

He grabbed my lower lip and bit it gently without me feeling any pain, rather making me want him more and more.

At first, I let him do all