He caught my hand in midair. Instinctively I drew back the other hand and tried to slap him again but just like the first time, I didn't succeed. He caught my other hand too, refusing to let go. And then in the blink of an eye, my hands were on his face and he, he drew me down to him and our lips collided again. This time it was different, it was an angry kiss, a kiss that was happening out of pent-up anger and frustration. It was raw, hot, passionate, scorching hot. It was like a volcano colliding with an iceberg. Like an alpha and his Luna, bent on devouring each other.
I nearly knocked him over backward and rammed
his head into the desk. He didn't seem to mind,
though. He was too busy massaging my lips with his. His hands were on the small of my back and a tiny perverted voice at th
