"I hate you." My voice cracks as I tell him.
His feet stop at the door.
I clutch the bedsheet tightly around my chest as he turns around with an emotionless face.
"Then there will be a lot of hate fucking between us." A smirk curve his lips as his g...
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*Poing*
*Poing*
My hair floats in the air like jelly fish as I jump from one mushroom to another. I jump higher in the air to collect the golden coins floating above every mushroom as my task to pass through this lush green forest.
Suddenly, dark clouds form in the sky and my poing poing halts. Something is wrong with the weather. An intense rain of cold water splashes from above and my body jerks up in panic.
"Ahhhhh!" My eyes startle open in dread and I scream in chilling cold as I jolt up suddenly from my beauty sleep.
Blood rushes to my brain like icy adrenaline as I observe my new surrounding. A squishy bed, silk sheets, elegant side table, a wall size window, and an angry looking demon, which was definitely not part of my room.
Furious green eyes stare back at me brutally and I suddenly feet wet. Very wet.
I look down and find myself completely drenched in water. My face, neck, chest are soaked, and then I see the empty glass in his veiny hand.
Did he splash water on me? While I was sleeping and dreaming of money.. This motherfucking asshole!
"Where is my breakfast?" Dakota snarls at me from above, like the dark clouds in my dream. He looks like a wild wolf baring his teeth, ready to eat me as if I didn't find him a sheep.
"What non-sense is this?" I yell in my croaky morning voice. How am I supposed to know where his breakfast is?
Dakota narrows his eyes, dangerously. As if something climbed inside his twisted head and he clenches his fist in a steel ball. Oh shit!
My skin prick with goosebumps as I stare at the maddening man, hovering me from above. I look so tiny in front of him, like a mushroom. Whereas he looks like a vicious bear, who ran out of his cage.
"Turn." A growl rumbles out of him.
A shiver runs through me and I think I just peed a little. He grabs me by my hips and flips me on the bed like a cushion. I fall on my stomach with panic in my lungs.
He grabs my wrists and pulls them behind at the cave of my spine. I gasp as he pushes me down violently on the bed by locking his knee on my crossed hands.
What this crazy man is doing?
He answers my curiosity by jerking my panties down in a swift motion. A tear echoes in the room with the force he pulled them down, followed by a loud slap.
"Ahhh!" I gasp in fear at his sudden violence, but before I could comprehend, he begins slapping my ass in hard angry blows, causing my butt to burn and jiggle.
I snarl with a feral sound of opposition, but he doesn't stop. Like a machine, he continues to spank me flat on the meatiest part of my ass. Each slap sounds like a piston shot in the room, sharp, fierce, followed by my squeals of pain and outrage.
