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“I said to be fucking quiet.” I grip her ass with both hands and massage deeply. She groans as she arches her back, trying to feel more and I shove her head down again.
I feel like I’m burning up in my sweatshirt, but I don’t want to take it off. I don’t want to show her what I did because of her. Marking my flesh with her name for fucking ever. No. She’ll ask too many fucking questions and I can’t deal with that right now.
“Are you going to tell me why you destroyed your room?” I ask, keeping my tone low and neutral even though all I want to do is scream at her. She shakes her head no at me and I clench my jaw at her blatant defiance.
Why can’t the little bitch just answer the fucking question.
I swing my hand down against her backside and smile when she cries out. Her ass glows a bright red in the shape of my handprint, and it makes me smile even wider. I fucking love marking her.
“Are you going to answer me?” I ask again in the same tone.
“No!” she screams out and I chuckle. She really does love the pain. I spank her three more times, one right after the other in quick succession. Her legs tremble underneath my legs and her chest is heaving, causing her breasts to rub against my thighs as she struggles.
“Now?”
“Fuck you, Vincent,” she spits. She tries to raise her head again and this time I let her. The look I’m greeted with makes it worth it. Tears are streaked across her face and her normally pale green eyes are glowing with hatred. More than that, when she shifts to face me, her legs move too and I slip my hand further down her backside, until I reach the apex of her thighs. What I find has me smiling a cocky ass smile, which in turn, makes Essa glower.
“Fuckme, baby doll? Hmm…” I trail my fingers through the wetness coating her thighs before pushing against her entrance. She gasps and I say, “It seems like you're the one who wants to be fucked.”
My words snap her out of whatever it was she was feeling, and she slams her legs together, attempting to block my hand from touching her. She must have gotten tired of holding her head up because she drops it again and squeezes her legs tighter. She tries to wriggle, but I press my right hand onto her lower back and halt her movements.
Using my left hand, which is still trapped between her thighs, I push against her inner thighs and hold them open. I trail the tip of my index and middle fingers along her slit and hear her suck in a breath. I shove my fingers inside of her and she screams out while her inner walls squeeze my fingers.
“You can scream and shout at me all you want, baby doll, but your fucking body can’t lie.” I curl my fingers along her walls and stroke as I push them in and out of her. She struggles underneath me, but I can also feel her clenching and the little breathy moans escaping from between her plump lips. With the fingers of my left hand still playing with her, I use my right to wrap her hair around my fist and pull. Her back arches from my grip on her hair causing her breasts to jut out.
Too fucking tempting.
Quickly removing my fingers from her, I move my left leg from around hers and she drops to the floor. I spin her around on her knees until she faces me and then I pull her up. Her face is flushed, giving me clear evidence of how turned on she really fucking is, but her eyes are wide with trepidation.
I lean forward and latch my lips around one of her pert nipples and suck hard before taking it between my teeth and clamping down. I pull back with her nipple locked between my teeth and she cries out from the pain. I let go with a pop and flash her a smirk.
“Let’s make this more interesting.”
