Nabeequeen
Kyle pulled me so hard that my breasts slammed into his hard chest making me whimper. He seemed unfazed by the contact but his eyes darkened in a way that made me intimidated. I suddenly became angry, who the hell is he to touch me?!
" let go of me! " I cried, struggling from his hard grip on my waist. He only tightened it and pulled my chin up to look at me, eye-to-eye.
" look at me properly, Sophie " he commanded while I continued to struggle, breaking eye contact with him.
" say it again! " he growled, daring me to repeat myself.
" I said I don't love you! What is your proble........"
" YOU ARE, DAMMIT! " he growled and I flinched at his tone.......