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dominate that
witch, when all you want is for her to do it back to you. Has she ever played
with you like I used to, tied you up, returned your vicious bites or used
clamps on your nipples, making you scream like a pussy? I love seeing you
defenceless, your eyes panicked as I use your body to pleasure myself. You like
that, don’t you? Being used, made to feel like you’re the most desired thing.
And you are. I’ll stake my life that no one else has done that for you.”
    He
glared at her, again the conflict she felt within him making her pray he’d lose
his self-control. “ Please ,get offa me,” he finally said, looking
like it pained him, his voice so soft, as though he didn’t want her to hear it.
    “When
do you ever say please?”
    “Just
get the fuck off!”
    “ Zašto? ” she asked why in their
shared language.“Because I know you want me, like I want you.”
    “No,
I want Beth, so let go,” he said, squeezing her wrist so tight she thought he
was going to snap it. But regardless of the pain, she still held onto him,
because now it had turned into a battle, and she wasn’t one to submit so
easily, unless it was in bed, although she always did prefer to dominate,
especially since there was no greater high than getting a strong man to beg and
writhe underneath her.
    She
pressed her fingernails into the flesh of his cock, returning pain for pain.
“I’ll hurt you more than you can ever hurt me.”
    He
brought his other hand up to her neck, the pain in his eyes telling her he was
close to snapping. “Let go!”
    She
swallowed against his grip, but definitely not from fear. “You know what you’re
doing is only turning me on more, and I can see it’s turning you on too.”
    “I’ll
snap your fuckin’ neck before I fuck you.”
    “Do
it then?”
    “You’re
fuckin’ crazy.”
    “Things
will get crazier than this, cos this is only foreplay, dragi. ”
    “If
ya don’t let me go, I’ll personally hand you back to that husband of yours,” he
said, his eyes more angry than horny now.
    His
cock grew softer in her hand, making her swear. She gave it an extra squeeze,
annoyed with him, then climbed off, not caring about his yelp.
    “You’re
a complete bitch,” he said massaging his cock, his expression pained. “I help
you out and all you do is gimme shit and a sore dick.”
    “I
would’ve given you pleasure if you weren’t so infuriatingly stubborn,” she
snapped.
    “You’re
unbelievable.”
    “The
fucking would have been unbelievable .”
    Shaking
his head, he snatched up some underwear out of the drawer without turning his
back on her, his actions weary, like he expected her to jump him again. “Put on
some clothes,” he said, his voice harsh.
    “ Zašto ? You like the sight.”
    “Jesus,
you’re arrogant.”
    “I’m
not arrogant, it’s a fact, and if you weren’t so interested in what I offer,
then your cock wouldn’t have wept for me,” she said, licking her fingers.
    He
sneered at her. “It leaks for anyone, even trannies if they suck well enough.”
    She
smiled maliciously, wanting to goad him into grabbing and throwing her onto the
bed. “I love the way you talk, your mouth is dirtier than a prostitutka .
Maybe I was right to call you one, plus you love being used like a dirty whore.”
    He
thrust a finger at her, his dark eyes dangerous. “Watch your fuckin’ mouth
before I toss you out.”
    “If
you didn’t truly want me here then you would’ve done that already. So, Dante,
pick me up and toss me.”
    “You
talk more like a prostitutka than I do.”
    “You really don’t like that word, do you? Why is that?”
    “Cos
I’m sick of people treating me like one! You, Beth, as well as people I don’t
even know.” His face reddened. “What is it about me that makes everyone think I
can’t be faithful? Well, I can be, but no one stays long enough to gimme a
chance! Like you didn’t. Go on, you’re not shy, tell me what’s so bloody wrong
with me that people