He didn't have a blindfold, so he used the shirt I'd worn, and I knew...knew he was going to kiss me, so I pulled it over my mouth.
I think I knew because he touched me with gentle fingers, and that kind of gentle mouth-to-mouth isn't something I'm ready for.
I'm too mad.
Too hurt.
Betrayed.
Violated.
But I'm also too twisted to turn him down. Send him away.
Now, if he'd pushed his cock at my mouth, I'd have opened wide and sucked him in, licked him all over, and taken him as deep as I could.
Some might call that punishment, but I'd call it self-preservation.
I want his cock.
There's a hunger that spreads through me for the taste of him, how he stretches my lips and hits the back of my throat. How he stretches my pussy or ass open for his delicious invasion.
I want that hunger.
I want to feed it.
I want all of it.
Except the kissing.
There's too much fury moving through me for that.
A kiss is romantic, intimate in a way that even his going down on me or me blowing him can't touch.
The commands not to move, to lay there with my head covered...it takes my part in it away. He's got the power. Not me. Whatever he makes me do isn't my fault.
And...
I swallow.
I like it.
"You're all over the place, Lola. You hate him, almost love him, want him, hate him again, all in the space of minutes. Fuck. He's done a number on you. Made you completely insane."
That's an understatement.
I cried at a stupid big dog needing to be carried by his owner because a little kitten scared him on TikTok.
Suddenly, I sit up.
I'm never emotional like that.
I'll laugh at shit, but...
Wait. What day is it?
I should have had my period about a week or so after I first had sex with Enzo.
When was the last time I had my period?
