<I told him to take care of his eyes because they are the only balls he has>
|Jadesola|
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Tuesday, June 29, 2021
THWACK! MY palm collided with his right cheek, the intensity of the slap resounding in the room.
Kian merely grinned–a sadistic curl of his lips— and rubbed the affected area, blooming of red. Glancing at the imprint of my fingers on his abominable face, I couldn't help the rush of diabolic pleasure that charged through me.
Yes, he deserved the slap and more. I was not a tad repentant about that bit. For the sickening way he'd played with my emotions, every fucking thing he'd said and done, a caricature just to sleep with me, he was meant to be whipped.
He bared his teeth, canine glinting, reminding me of a big bad wolf who'd just cornered his prey. "Feisty, I like. Although, I never knew you were into BDSM."
I balled my fists, volts of rage whizzing past my veins in violent spurts. His devil-may-care attitude, that wasn't what I aimed for. I ached for him to suffer, crush that nonchalant air he had on him to the dust.
Frustrated, I raised my hand again to strike his cheek, fiercer this time.
But he was quick to block the blow, the jeer on his face withering away, his tone clipped and dangerous, "I think one is quite enough, my little dominatrix."
Before I could react, he whirled me around to face the mirror, enclosing his arms over my shoulders. Our reflection stared at me, his naked body, filling my vision.
Blessed with the figure of a Greek god, Kian was pure perfection, a reluctant part of me noted. Right from his gorgeous face, sculpted chest to thick powerful thighs that hemmed me close to his person, his rosemary cologne teasing my sensitive nostrils. And he knew it in the way he wrapped a possessive hand around my neck. Brutal. Dominating. As if I belonged to him. His property to do as he wished and when used, discarded.
Like common trash.
The frightening thought dug a deep hole in my heart, a slight shiver racking my body. Regardless of the danger that rested in those fingers tight against my skin, I didn't struggle, my body highly attuned to the tightly coiled fury surging through his frame.
Like mother always said, play dead when in times of trouble. And right now, I was in peril's menacing embrace.
"Tell me," he murmured in my ear, voice soft and as silky as velvet, the calm before the storm, "Did that slap please you? Help you cool down your temper? It's fine when women hit men but if the tables are turned, guess who bites the dust? The poor men."
I kept mute, a great vast of emotions churning within my rolling stomach. Disgust. Rage. Humiliation. What was I doing? I'd given in, let him touch me, slake his desire on my body and the worst truth of it all was, I hadn't complained. Rather, I'd been inviting, craving for his touch and even now, my aching nipples hardened, his alluring proximity stealing the air from me.
Damn you, Jadesola.
"Gone so quiet, I see. Where's the spunk you're always so quick to show me? Your fire? Snuffed out? Perhaps that's because you're afraid?" His voice turned hard, his thumb digging into the crook of my arched neck. "And you should be, because not only are you going to pay for that hit, you're also going to show me how much of an experienced cock sucker you are."
All thoughts of my mother's warning fled, thinning out and I snapped harshly, glaring daggers at his arrogant image, "Lay a finger on me and watch me drag your ass to court."
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On His Terms
Romance"You can have me, Kian," I whispered, elation that my plan was coming into play, making my voice low. "Are you sure? Because you don't know, Jade. You," a deep groan escaped him, the rumble of his words vibrating against the arch of my throat, "don...
