Twisted Confessions
He mused and only when the knife cluttered to the ground, I took a breath, but that was short lived as he twisted his hand in my hair and connected our mouths together.
I gasped and he used it as an opportunity to plunge his tongue inside my mouth. I moaned in protest, but he didn't let go of my wrists.
Spicy peppermint. That's what he tasted like.
I wanted none of it. He acted like a king claiming his ownership on an untouched land.
He was conquering my mouth. Dominating it.
When he finally let go, we were both panting. His eyes focused on my lips and slowly drifted down to my breasts. He adjusted himself in front of me and I heard the click of a lock. I didn't think twice before going out
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