I kissed Mark the same way he kissed me – crazy and sloppy, and unapologetically. It was my way to humiliate him back and make him pay for what he did. But somewhere on the way, my tongue met his, and the kiss turned into a battle of wills, the result – desire like none I had ever felt overflew me, and I was pressing my body closer to his, my hands pulling him towards me as if I let go I could lose my life. I wanted to feel alive right now, to forget the whole world and Mark’s embrace promised the escape I so desperately needed.
At first, he tried to fight it, even with our tongues and bodies intertwined like this, he was still trying to pull away, finally realizing what he had done. But his body, which was supposed to be dead, didn’t lie. I could feel his hardness pressing towards my thi
