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Possession's price (🍋)

Mira's fingers flew across her controller, her focus on the game momentarily broken by the sound of her brother's footsteps and the murmur of his voice as he brought his friend, Inori, into a room. Her annoyance simmered, and she deliberately avoided eye contact, her gaze fixed on the screen as she tried to tune out the unwanted presence. Whenever Inori attempted to speak to her, Mira's response was a curt hiss, a warning to leave her alone. But when they were finally alone, Inori's expression turned serious, her eyes burning with a hint of hunger and desire as she pinned Mira against the wall. "You can't always be like that with me, princess," she growled, her voice low and menacing, and a spark of tension ignited between the two women, crackling with unspoken emotions.

Mira's eyes flashed with anger and she pursed her lips, her voice barely a whisper. "And you can't keep manhandling me like I'm some kind of possession." She pushed against Inori's chest, her voice growing stronger. "I'm not your toy, Inori.”

Inori's grip tightened on Mira's wrists as she pressed her body flush against the wall, pinning the younger woman in place. A smirk played at the corner of her lips as she leaned in close, her breath ghosting over Mira's ear. "Oh, but aren't you?" she purred, her voice dripping with seductive venom. "A pretty little doll for me to play with whenever I please."

Mira squirmed beneath her, but Inori held firm, relishing the way Mira's pulse raced beneath her fingertips. "Face it, princess. You crave my attention, even when you pretend otherwise. The thrill of being at my mercy, completely under my control..." Inori nipped at Mira's earlobe, drawing a sharp gasp from the other woman. "It sets your blood on fire, doesn't it?”

Mira's breath hitched as Inori's teeth grazed her earlobe, her traitorous body responding to Inori's words despite her anger. She could feel the heat pooling between her legs, her body yearning for the dominant woman pinning her against the wall. "You're infuriating,”

Inori chuckled, a low, husky sound that sent shivers down Mira's spine. "That's what makes me so irresistible, don't you think?" She released one of Mira's wrists, trailing her fingers down the curve of her neck before cupping Mira's chin and tilting her head up to meet her piercing blue gaze. "You hate how easily I unravel you, how I can make you beg for more just by looking at you like this..."

Inori's thumb brushed over Mira's lower lip, tugging gently until their mouths were mere inches apart. "But you love it too, don't you? The way I take what I want, when I want it. It's why you come back for more, no matter how hard you try to resist.”

Mira's eyes flickered between Inori's captivating gaze and her enticing lips, her resolve weakening under the intense eye contact and gentle touch. "Shut up," she hissed, her voice barely a whisper.

Inori's lips curled into a triumphant smile at Mira's weak protest. "Not so loud now, princess," she whispered, her warm breath mingling with Mira's. "We wouldn't want anyone else to hear you moan my name later."

With that, Inori closed the remaining distance, capturing Mira's mouth in a searing kiss. Her tongue swept past Mira's parted lips, claiming every inch of her mouth as she deepened the kiss with ruthless dominance. One hand slid down Mira's side, gripping her hip possessively while the other tangled in her hair, pulling her head back to deepen the angle of the kiss. Inori's hunger was palpable, her passion consuming them both as she devoured Mira's surrender.

Mira's arms wound around Inori's neck, pulling her closer as their kiss grew more passionate. She moaned softly against Inori's mouth, her body pressing eagerly against the dominant woman. Her mind raced with a mixture of anger and desire, hating herself for loving the way Inori took control.

Inori reveled in Mira's needy whimpers, savoring the sweet taste of victory as she felt the younger woman melt into her embrace. She broke the kiss abruptly, leaving Mira panting and flushed as she gazed down at her with a wicked grin. "See? You're already putty in my hands," she taunted, giving Mira's hip a teasing squeeze. "Admit it - you need me, sweetface. Need me to dominate you, to push you to your limits until you're screaming my name in ecstasy."