Their Beautiful Madness
I hiss through clenched teeth as I close the space between us.
My hand flies through the air and lands with a vicious crack across his face. The sound echoes in the room, loud and satisfying. His head snaps to the side, his dark hair falling slightly into his eyes. He blinks once and again. Then he grins. That slow, cocky, infuriating grin spreads across his face like he's fucking proud of himself. He likes this.
"Mmm, you hit just as sweet as you moan, doll face," he drawls, tone laced with smug satisfaction.
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