He turns me around, shaking me hard. "Speak to me." His actions reflected in the vanity mirror.

The woman reflecting back wants nothing more than to bare her soul. Become undone, completely exposed and bare for him. I look helplessly at him. He makes a growling noise, tugging me hard against him. I try to breathe. Soft, gulping breaths while he holds me with all his power and ruthlessness.

"Well, I might as well fuck you since you refuse to speak to me." Tearing the fabric from off my body.

I knew I was playing with fire. I try to breathe again. Soft, gulping breaths. This wasn't working.

"Take off your panties." His voice gentle, but firm.

I slip them off, my bra as well, tossing them aside.

"I'm wet."

His low groan sends a spark of satisfaction through me.

"I didn't ask you that."

"I just wanted you to know."

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"Shutup. No talking. Unless I tell you too."

I raised my eyebrows. This man was indeed complicated. Firstly, he wanted nothing more than to hear my voice. For me to bare my secrets. Now, he wants my silence.

His hand slide over my bare breast and I moaned. Looking down briefly at the prod of his erection pressing in his pants. I shifted from one leg to the other nervously.




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