Love Hurts
"You think you can play with my feelings, kitty?!" I could feel the intensity of his voice. I stepped back, feeling the wall behind me.
"Who said I am playing with your feel~" I was cut off by his strong fist that landed beside my head, making me gasp in horror.
"You, sitting on the lap of that bastard! Dakota Weasly, you just dug your boy toy's grave!" his voice boomed like thunder, deafening my ears.
"He's not my boy toy, Martin. He's my boyfriend, and I like h~"
Again, I was cut off, but not by his fist this time. His kiss ravished my mouth like I was his last meal. Before I could say something, my hands, like they had minds on their own, were slowly wrapping around his head. My tong