Kiss me 2.1
I stare at him, desperate defiance.
— You won't.
— Try me.
He straightens up, unbuckles his belt without taking his eyes off me.
— Last chance.
My body trembles, frustrated, begging despite myself.
— I hate you.
— No.
He frees himself, hard, ready.
— You love me. And you're going to prove it.
He enters me in one thrust. I cry out. Pain mingles with brutal pleasure. My nails dig into his skin, my legs close around him.