•𝙏𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧 • (𝙅𝙖𝙙𝙤𝙣 𝙎𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙝𝙤)

26

( continued..)

"You gonna take this top off for me?"

I shake my head.
But deep down I was dying to.

"I'll do it myself."

His hand brushed against my neck, slowly making its way to the strap of my tank top.

He pulls on the strap, and lets it hang on my shoulder while he does the same to the other one.

"This is not how you work things out."

"Whine all you want, I don't care."

I was so turned on by his impulsive behavior.

"Take this shit off, I'm getting impatient."

I stood there, not moving an inch.

He sighs, pulling the top down just a bit more,
And examines my bare chest with satisfaction, like he'd never seen it before.

"Tell me you don't want me to bury my face in your tits."

I shake my head, and he laughs a little.

"Don't act all innocent now."

"Why are you like this?"

"Just let me slut you out."

"What got into you?"

"You should worry about what's gonna go into you."

I pull my top back up, and he frowns at me.

"I don't like that type of shit. Take that off I'm not going to repeat myself."

"What if I don't? Why can't you just go."

"Did I not make it clear enough?"
He says, his hand covers mine, and he squeezes it.

I gaze at him, wondering what he's tryna do.
He places my hand on his abdomen, and drags it down, just above his crotch.

"What-"

"Don't say another word." He cuts me off.

He unzips his jeans, and I watch as he does.
I felt confused as to if I even want to go ahead with this.

He had me against the wall, starting to take every piece of clothing I had on, once all of his were gone.

For the first time, I felt uncomfortable with him. An uneasy feeling washed over me.

Maybe because I had a thought at the back of my mind that reminded me why we wasn't in good terms.

I wanted to tell him to stop right there, but he looked at me with those shiny, bloodshot eyes.
And I forgot for a moment that I'm pissed at him.

He nudged me towards the bed, and I simply obeyed. I climb onto it, and he follows.

"You know what to do, just go ahead."