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His grip tightened in my hair, and he slapped my ass with full force, making me moan louder.
He wasn’t taking no for an answer.
“I love your dick,” I finally breathed out.
He released my hair, gripped my hips, and thrust deeply into me. I screamed his name as he moved with force and intensity, slapping my butt cheeks with each thrust, taking my breath away.
“I’m so fucking pissed at you,” he growled, wrapping an arm around my neck and lifting me from my hands and knees into a chokehold.
I grabbed his forearms for stability as he fucked me hard and fast, his free hand gripping my hip.
“Do you still not like me?”
“I hate you,” I moaned, grinding on his hard-on, digging my nails into his forearm as tears and sweat ran down my face.
It was like a fever, and only his body could cure it.
“I hate you so much,” I cried louder as he sucked on my neck and rubbed my clit.
My body started to shake, warmth spreading from between my legs.
My orgasm hit hard, and I bit down on his arm to muffle my noises.
His finger still pressed gently on my clit as he continued thrusting, slower this time, allowing the wave of my climax to caress him.
As I came down, he pulled out and strode to the bathroom, naked.
The door slammed, and the shower started.
I winced, feeling the soreness between my legs and pain shooting through my lower belly now that the moment was over. I wiped the sweat from my forehead and settled onto the bed, pulling the covers up to my chest.
What the hell? Had I lost my mind?
The water stopped, and he returned, a towel around his waist.
He paused, surprise crossing his face before he hid it behind a neutral expression.
His dark eyes met mine before he dropped the towel, revealing his strong back, water droplets running down it.
I remembered the night before, seeing the marks from my nails, and my cheeks flushed again.
His erection was still long, hard, and slightly red.
Before I could say anything, he put on fresh white boxers and returned to the bathroom. He came back with his phone and lay down on the bed without sparing me a glance.
“Go to your room,” he muttered, eyes glued to his phone. “Dasha will come and get you once Igor’s here.”
I stared at him in disbelief.
What?
Angry, something inside me wanted to push back, to piss him off, to get under his skin.
Maybe I just wanted to annoy him.
So, I plopped down next to him and turned my head towards him.
“Need a hand with that?” I asked, running my fingers along his abs, stopping at his waistband.
