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I cut in, “What about me punishing you for spying on me?”
“I did that for your own good, and it’s a good fucking thing I did.” He pushes the pad of his thumb against my pulse point. “I’d have to kill a mother fucker if you had met with any other stranger that night but me. Do you realize that?”
My eyes blow wide. “Kill?”
He brings his mouth impossibly close to mine, his hot breath fanning over my lips. “Yes, Juno, I’d fucking kill for you.”
I can’t help it, I close the gap and kiss him. The kiss is all-consuming and edgy, his tongue pushes into my mouth with no regard for anything else. The sound of us, sucking, kissing, and wet fills my tiny apartment.
He releases my wrists and I stand here, fully on display for him while he’s fully clothed. And I climb him like a tree. He’s a giant redwood, firm and tall.
If this is my punishment, allow me to break many more rules in the future. He kisses me like a man starved, hungry and desperate for more.
He pushes his rock hard body against mine, and I can feel the outline of his dick through the material of his jeans. He’s hard. So hard. And huge.
I grip his dick through his jeans, wanting so much more than I’m getting. I want him to fuck me right here and now against my front door. I don’t care about decorum. I don’t care about anything except having Arrow—my Arrow—deep inside me.
“I’m going to punish you,” he says as he breaks the kiss, and then he hauls me off my feet, tossing me over his shoulder like a caveman. Like he’s done this a thousand times. Like he owns me.
He slaps my ass, gripping the flesh quickly after he slaps it again. He heads toward my bedroom, and my body lights on fire.
This is really happening, and I have no idea what I'm in store for.
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Arrow
Something inside me has snapped. I don’t know what it is, or how long this sexual tension has been sitting like a weight on my chest. However, I know nothing will calm this beast except her… Juno.
I’ve wanted her for years, but for some reason the visions I always had of us being together never looked likethis. Never looked this out of control. This chaotic. Never looked this demented.
I’d always envisioned flowers, a string quartet, maybe even an exchange of ‘I love yous’ before fully succumbing to the desire to take her.
This is different. So much different. It’s like I’m some wild creature going on pure animal instinct. It’s primal.
It’s deranged.
Yet, I don’t see me stopping anytime soon.
I toss her onto her king-sized bed—half-swallowed by that ridiculous hot-pink-and-black checkered bedspread, skulls and crossbones grinning at the ceiling like we’re breaking some private rule. I stare at her, and the thrill isn’t chaos anymore… it’s clarity. All the visions I had of careful timing and perfect playlists collapse into this one undeniable fact:she’s mine.
I kick off the rest of my clothes, and race up the bed, planting my lips along hers. I’ve dreamt about this so many times, and now that it’s all finally happening my mind races with what I want to do to her.
Our tongues dance along each other’s and I push between her legs.
“Please,” Juno moans out, and I pull back, gazing into her eyes.
I shake my head from side to side. “Remember, I said I was going to punish you. Hard, Juno. Do you deserve to be punished?”
She bites her lower lip, a move that draws my attention, making my body harden instantly. “No,” she says with a growing smile.
I raise a hand, bringing my finger to her bottom lip. “You know you deserve it. You begged for it.”
“I did?”
“Yes, when you did those things, that was you begging for it.” I grab her by the hips, flipping her over to where she’s lying face down on the bed.
I move back and raise a hand, bringing it down to slap her ass. “You begged for this, Juno.” I give her another spanking and instantly grab a hold of her flesh to smooth the pain away.
