pity premerve to reported pence\u00a0<\/p>\n
+25 Bonus\u00a0<\/p>\n
I pulled back quickly, pressing a hand against his chest again. \u201cBut care, please, just pick up.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
His smile faded slightly. He looked at me for a moment. Then he exhaled and leaned in one last time, pressing a warm kiss to my lips.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cSweet little princess,\u201d he murmured. \u201cWe\u2019re going to finish what we started. Wait for me like a good girl, or you will get punished.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
He stood up, unbothered, completely bare from the waist up, his back strong and lean as he walked to the phone. He answered it casually, turning toward the massive windows that overlooked the city, his voice cold and distant. And that\u2019s when it hit me. This was the perfect moment.\u00a0<\/p>\n
This was my chance to leave. No drama, no words, and no messy goodbye. Because no matter how good he felt, this was still a one-night stand. Nothing more. I was just the woman who let a stranger make her forget another man.\u00a0<\/p>\n
That was all. With the little bit of dignity I had left, I knew I had to go. I didn\u2019t want to be the one he had to ask to leave.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I looked at him once more, his silhouette bathed in morning light, talking in low tones into the phone.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I slipped out of the bed, my limbs still trembling. Fuck, my body ached like hell. In all my twenty-four years, I had never been fucked that hard, that I couldn\u2019t even feel my legs anymore.\u00a0<\/p>\n
What the hell was he? A beast?\u00a0<\/p>\n
I padded barefoot across the plush carpet, careful not to make a sound. When I reached the door, something made me glance\u00a0<\/p>\n
back one more time.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He was still on the phone.\u00a0<\/p>\n
But\u2026\u00a0<\/p>\n
That smirk.\u00a0<\/p>\n
That knowing, amused little curve of his lips. And for the briefest second, I could\u2019ve sworn he was looking right at me.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I froze.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Huh.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Maybe I imagined it.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I slipped through the door, closed it softly behind me, and leaned back against it, taking a long breath.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Hell.\u00a0<\/p>\n
That was\u2026fucking terrifying.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I licked my lips, still tasting him. I glanced over at the tall window, sunlight pouring in like a spotlight on my shame.\u00a0<\/p>\n
My heart skipped a beat.\u00a0<\/p>\n
My legs squeezed together instinctively as I remembered what he did to me there, how he had me over the glass, fucking me like he owned me, while half the goddamn city could have been watching.\u00a0<\/p>\n
And I let him. No, worse, I enjoyed it.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I didn\u2019t know if I could ever let Matthew fuck me that way. The thought of him doing the same scared me, so why the hell did I allow a complete stranger to do that? Was it because he was older and more mature?\u00a0<\/p>\n
I shook my head hard, trying not to think about how wrecked I probably looked, or how my body still ached deliciously from last night.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Focus.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Clothes. Dignity. Escape.\u00a0<\/p>\n
3\/4\u00a0<\/p>\n
Naughty gre de verve to be paket pr\u00a0<\/p>\n
+25 Bonus\u00a0<\/p>\n
I scanned the room and spotted my torn dress and discarded panties on the floor. Bending down, I picked them up.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Shit.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I\u2019d forgotten he tore my dress last night. I sighed. What the hell art I supposed to wear now?\u00a0<\/p>\n
That\u2019s when my eyes landed on the white shirt draped over the couch, his shirt. I didn\u2019t have a choice.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I slipped on my underwear and pulled the shirt over my body, my fingers fumbling slightly with the buttons. I tried to ignore how it smelled like him.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I walked quietly toward the door. One hand stretched out, fingers brushing the handle, when everything flipped.\u00a0<\/p>\n
A strong arm hooked around my waist and lifted me clean off the ground. I let out a shocked yelp as I was slung over a broad shoulder like a sack of flour.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cOh my god!\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
I didn\u2019t need to look to know he was smiling.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cIs the kitten trying to run now?\u201d Hades drawled, voice dripping with amusement.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat are you doing?!\u201d I cried, fists lightly pounding his back. \u201cPut me down.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cI should be asking you that,\u201d he said, tone darker now. \u201cDidn\u2019t I say I\u2019d punish you if you didn\u2019t behave?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
My heart jumped.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I opened my mouth, brain scrambling for something to say.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cI-I\u2026\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
SMACK.\u00a0<\/p>\n
His palm landed sharply on my ass, and I gasped loudly. My eyes flew wide, and heat exploded across my face.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cY-You!\u201d I stammered.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cNaughty girls,\u201d he said calmly, \u201cdeserve to be spanked, princess.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Oh my lord.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I buried my face in my hands, every part of me flushed and tingling and way too turned on for someone who was supposed to be escaping this.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Fucking hell.\u00a0<\/p>\n
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