Pain Without Love (Complete)

Looking over his shoulder he was met with black eyes and a delicate face surrounded by an abundance of black curls. He couldn't help but lick his lips as his gaze dropped to her perfectly formed, perfectly plump pout that again carried a layer of blood red gloss.

"I didn't give you permission to touch me" he growled whilst pushing her hands away from him much harder than he intended.

The girl walked around from behind him and dropped down on to the leather seat at the opposite side of his table.

"I don't remember asking your permission" she smirked and then reached out and lifted one of his shot glasses to the sky. "Fuck you" she said before downing the contents and then fixing him with the most seductive look he had ever witnessed. Even in his distressed state he felt his body react to her in a way he hadn't ever experienced before.

Lifting the last glass he winked at the girl before him before raising it to the sky "Fuck you too sweetheart" and then he allowed the liquid to burn.