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Our pent-up anger, weeks of frustration, and months of
misunderstandings bled through this kiss. “I’m so angry
with you,” he growled, into my lips.
My fingers curled into his hair, and I tugged it, hard,
bringing out a hiss from him. “Good. Be angry.”
That was all the affirmation he needed.
He shoved his tongue into my mouth, tasting every inch
of me, forcing me to submit to his assault. Maddox attacked
my mouth, and this kiss was purely animalistic.
Hurt me.
Heal me.
Hurt me.
Save me.
Maddox wrapped an arm around my waist, and he
dragged us back. We tumbled onto my bed, and he crawled
over my body. Without breaking the kiss, he ripped off my
tank top. I bit his lip, tasting his blood, and a snarl tore
from his mouth, pouring down my throat.
He cupped my breast, squeezing and making me gasp
into his bleeding lips. His fingers twisted and tugged my
nipples, hurting me with his torturous touch. The pleasure
came with the pain. I cried out; I kissed him harder.
Clothes disappeared, naked skin met each other, our
bodies clashed together. We were fighting; we were kissing.
This was utter madness, and everything I had craved.
Maddox finally forced his mouth away from mine, and we
both gasped, breathless.
He shocked me by straddling my chest. Lust masked his
face, while his eyes matched the storm raging between us.
His cock sprung forward, thick and long. He gripped his
hard length and rubbed the tip across my lips. Pre-cum
covered the engorged head, and I licked my lips, tasting his
slick essence.
Maddox groaned. He fisted his cock, and I parted my
lips. His eyes flared darker, and he forced his length into
the wet heat of my mouth and down my throat. I gagged,