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I pulled back. “I’m on my period.”
He scoffed, nipped at my bottom lip like he didn’t believe me.
I grabbed his hand and shoved it down my panties.
He pulled it back with blood on his fingers. Looked at them like he didn’t care.
Like he wanted to lick it off.
Nasty ass.
I snatched the handkerchief from his jacket pocket, wiped his fingers, and threw it on the desk.
I started to get up.
He stopped me.
“Just kiss me a little longer,” he muttered, voice rough.
He was a confusing-ass man.
But I obeyed.
I licked his bottom lip slowly before sliding my tongue into his mouth and kissing him like he was mine again.
We ended up tangled on the sofa.
His mouth was everywhere—my lips, my neck, that spot behind my ear that made me shiver.
I arched into him, fingers digging into his shoulders.
He groaned against my skin, hands gripping my thighs.
When he started grinding against me, I pulled away.
I was not about to have period sex in a club office.
“My pussy’s bleeding and I’m tipsy,” I said, smoothing my dress down like I hadn’t just dry-humped him into madness. “I’m going home.”
“I’ll call a car,” he offered, already pulling out his phone.
I walked to the door, paused with my hand on the knob.
“What do you want from me, Raziel?” I asked quietly.
He didn’t answer.
“Do you even like me?”
Silence.
He dropped his head like he couldn’t bear to look at me.
So I left without another word.
Chapter five- Maya
“This the last time, Bria. I mean it.”
