..."So you don't want me? Huh!", his hand moved down to cup my heat inside my underwear. His voice was so low, but demanding. At the same time his other hand tightened its grip firmly around my waist, like he is showing me his rights. That, he has every right to touch me and hold me however he wants. Well, for some twisted reason, maybe he does. Our nose, almost touching, with his gaze fixed on my lips. I gasp loudly because of that sudden bold contact. Gwaad.. He's touching me. Again."I don't affect you?", his tone was accusing while his fingers slowly run all the way of my sex, stroking me, making me aware of my own wetness. He pressed me harder against the cold surface of the wooden wardrobe, completely trapping me with his warm body and his bold hands.I didn't reply. I was too dazed to reply. I just clutch his arms tightly under my hold and close my eyes to feel his touch, and also to avoid looking at those dark blue stares. My mind just knew one thing, and that is to concentr
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