Slap In The Face Synonym Novels & Stories

I know deep down, she’s boiling at the thought that I could have truly escaped and all her efforts will be to waste. I didn’t speak a word and that must have annoyed her a great deal because she slapped me hard across the face. “speak when I ask you a question, bitch”. The slap stung like a bitch and I know I’ll be feeling the impact on my face for a while. It’s definitely going to leave a mark, that’s unavoidable.

Her tone was casual as she responded, "Ms. Lacey liked roses, so Mr. Lacey had it all redone for her. "And who are you, old lady? Ms. Saccone, you really shouldn't bring unrelated people in here. If they're carrying any viruses, can you bear the responsibility if Ms. Lacey gets sick?" Before Katie could finish her sentence, I slapped her hard across the face. "If you don't know how to speak properly, I don't mind teaching you." Katie never expected me to hit her. She immediately glared at me with resentment. "Magnolia, who do you think you are? Do you want me to tell Mr. and Ms. Lacey? They'll throw you out of here!"

As Sylvia Luke turned to flee, the woman shoved her hard, knocking her off balance. Before Sylvia Luke could recover, a sharp slap landed on her face, sending her reeling. The crowd erupted in laughter, and she felt the sting of humiliation wash over her, each chuckle piercing her like a dagger. Memories flooded back, transporting her to high school, a time when she had faced relentless bullying and ridicule. Although she had endured many things since then, she had never been physically struck like this. The laughter echoed around her like a chorus from her past, reminding her of the days when she had felt so powerless.

Now, here he was, oblivious, treating me like his personal slut. I slapped his face lightly... testing, my palm stinging against his stubbled cheek. His eyes widened, then darkened with approval. 'Do that again,' he rasped, grabbing my wrist to guide my hand back. I did, harder this time, the smack echoing as I ground down on his bulge.

and as landed a hard slap on my left cheek, my head turned on another side, he slap me enough times but it was now beyond my limit. And a backhand slap landed on his face, I slapped him across his face, hard, and it felt like everything went silent. His face turned slowly, his eyes filled with something vicious, horrible that may be I have never experience till my life, it seemed like he will eat me alive me.

“Just get the fuck off me, or you are going to pay for it.” “What are you going to do? You fucking tied up if you have not noticed.” “Trayton is going to find me and rips your fucking head off.” “You can be glad I am not getting a damn hard-on. Otherwise, I would have ripped you apart.” “Shame you struggling to get it up.” SLAP “Watch your fucking mouth.” “The truth hurts, doesn't it.” SLAP SLAP “Just shut the fuck up before I waste your ass.” “You won't kill me. You want my ass around so you can do all that sick shit you want to do to me.”

I mumbled sarcastically, rubbing my cheek as I smirked defiantly. The slap wasn't as stinging hot as it used to be in the past... it felt almost gentle by comparison, a sign of her weakening grip. "That's enough from you... you cunt!" Louisa snarled, as her hand appeared from nowhere, descending swiftly. Slap! Again, my head snapped in the other direction, and this time the slap was much harsher; it had my cheek burning fiercely, my eyes twitching involuntarily, tears daring to break free from the intense sting.

I pushed myself away from him with all my strength and slapped him hard across the face. **SLAP!** The sharp sound cut through the noisy hallway. Aiden’s head twisted to the side from the force of the slap. He slowly turned back to face me, touching his reddened cheek. A dangerous, amused smile spread across his lips. I stood there breathing hard, my lips swollen from the kiss, my pussy still aching with need. Aiden’s eyes burned with lust and something darker as he looked at me. “You hit hard,” he said, his voice low and rough, still smiling. “But I liked it.”

But suddenly, a slap landed across my face. “Don’t you ever hurt her!”

“You know, I think I get why he likes you now; you are a stupid bitch. He's always liked stupid bitches.” I turned to look at her, ready to pour my frustration on her. “And here you are, an even stupider and more pathetic bitch running after a man that doesn't like you; guess you are right.” The slap came from nowhere. One minute I was glaring at Sabrina, and the next, I was stumbling backward, having been hit by her. A sharp pain spread across my cheeks at the impact as if I had been cut by something sharp. Something trickled down my cheeks, and I groaned in pain.