Haunting-Adeline

Another growl pings through my mouth, my only warning to his next
move. He grabs my waist and twirls me right up against a mirror, pinning
me against the cool glass as his body molds into mine.
“Such a good fucking girl,” he praises against my mouth before wrapping
my swollen lips into another bruising kiss.
Breathless, I force my head away, sucking in precious oxygen. He clamps
my cheeks between his large hand, growling against me.
“Give me those fucking lips,” he snarls, forcing his tongue back into my
mouth.
My hands wedge between our bodies, traveling up his stomach bulging
with muscles to his firm chest. Roughly, I push him away, our lips
separa ng with a loud smack.
“Wait, stop,” I pant, my mind foggy and discombobulated.
“What did I say?” he demands sharply. His mismatched eyes capture my
gaze in a drug-inducing hold. It’s hard to look away when I feel like I’m
looking into the eyes of a predator.
He is a predator.
“What?” I breathe, s ll dizzy from the kiss.
“If I catch you, I fuck you,” he repeats slowly, gravel lining his throat.
My mouth opens, but the words are slow to release.
“You’re not fucking me,” I refuse, pushing against his chest harder.
His lips whisper across my cheek, trailing along my jawline before
dropping down to my neck.
“Because you’re afraid you’ll like it too much,” he concludes before
delivering a sharp nip on my neck. My back arches, goosebumps rising on
my skin from the chills. “Because you know that you’ll become as addicted
as I am.”
“No,” I deny in a whisper. “Because I don’t want you to.”
He li s his head, a knowing smirk on his lips.
“So, you’re going to be my bad girl tonight? Lie to my face and act like
your pussy isn’t aching to be filled up with my cock.”
I feel the blood rush to my cheeks, a mix of anger and embarrassment.
“Not everything has to come down to physical a rac on,” I respond
finally. “Maybe my body wants you, but up here”—I tap my temple—
“doesn’t.”