He doesn’t let me go and instead returns the sentiment. Sucking my lip into his mouth and delivering his own sharp nip. I gasp from the pain, granting him access and allowing him to invade my mouth. My pussy responds in kind, throbbing from the feel of his tongue. Memories bombard me, remembering what that tongue felt like sliding against my clit. An involuntary moan escapes, and the second he tastes my body’s betrayal, his kiss turns fierce. He completely consumes me, sucking and licking my lips and tongue in a way I’ve never experienced. I’m helpless to stop him, just as I am helpless to fight it. Another growl pings through my mouth, my only warning to his next move. He grabs my waist and twirls me right up against a mirror, pinning me against the cool glass as his body molds into mine. “Such a good fucking girl,” he praises against my mouth before wrapping my swollen lips into another bruising kiss. Breathless, I force my head away, sucking in precious oxygen. He clamps my cheeks between his large hand, growling against me. “Give me those fucking lips,” he snarls, forcing his tongue back into my mouth. My hands wedge between our bodies, traveling up his stomach bulging with muscles to his firm chest. Roughly, I push him away, our lips separating with a loud smack. “Wait, stop,” I pant, my mind foggy and discombobulated. “What did I say?” he demands sharply. His mismatched eyes capture my gaze in a drug-inducing hold. It’s hard to look away when I feel like I’m looking into the eyes of a predator. He is a predator. “What?” I breathe, still dizzy from the kiss. “If I catch you, I fuck you,” he repeats slowly, gravel lining his throat. My mouth opens, but the words are slow to release. “You're not fucking me,” I refuse, pushing against his chest harder. His lips whisper across my cheek, trailing along my jawline before dropping down to my neck. “Because you’re afraid you'll like it too much,” he concludes before delivering a sharp nip on my neck. My back arches, goosebumps rising on my skin from the chills. “Because you know that you’ll become as addicted as I am.” “No,” I deny in a whisper. “Because I don’t want you to.” He lifts his head, a knowing smirk on his lips. “So, you’re going to be my bad girl tonight? Lie to my face and act like your pussy isn’t aching to be filled up with my cock.” I feel the blood rush to my cheeks, a mix of anger and embarrassment.