112. 🌶️Sucking Licking Biting🌶️

“Because I hate you more.” I say the absolute truth, tears pooling down my lashes. 

Hurt flashes across his eyes, and for a second I felt a pinch of regret for spitting those words at him. But like a wave, every emotion washes away from face and like an unpredictable predator, he abruptly slams his lips onto mine.

I gasp, feeling a chill running down my spine as hot lips cover mine hotly, sucking, licking, biting me wildly. He hungrily claims my lips, just like he did with my body. 

I try to shake him off, but he clenches my hair, keeping me in place and feel his kiss. 

I always wanted to kiss him. 

And tonight the most.

*But not like this.*

This hardly feels like a kiss, but more like his mouth covering over mine in an ardent punishment. His teeth sink into my lip, biting hard while his thrusts into me grow even more relentless. 

“Sto-ph!” My voice tries to find its way out but his lips don’t allow me to make a sound as he spreads my legs wider with his strong arms, and plunges at a godly speed. 

*I know what he is about to do!*

My struggles become desperate. His mouth muffles my cries, while his body traps mine. I try to twitch out of his grasp, away from his lips, and far away from him as fast as possible. 

But he doesn’t even budge an inch. 

My nails claw his back, hitting him to stop but Dakota holds me against his body like a magnet, hot and hard, and with a final thrust, I hear him grunt in pleasure. 

“Fuck!”

My body jerks in shock as I feel the inside of my stomach getting intensely hot, growing hotter by every second. My worst fear turn into reality as I feel the warm liquid slowly trickling down my thighs.

*He came in me, deliberately.* 

A current passes down my spine as I grasp the consequence of his selfish action. *How.. How could he?* 

Dakota’s heavy breaths fill the air around us, his grip on me loosening slightly as he catches his own breath. 

He finally lets go of me and I stare at him with tears brimming my eyes, not believing this monster of a man. 

*How could he do this to me?*

My feet touch the ground and I feel my world shaking. All I see is red. 

My chest rises and falls rapidly, with my breaths being uncontrollably fast. Absolute anger takes over me and in the moment of fury, I slap the motherfucker across his cheek with all the strength I can muster. 

His face twists to the left with the impact, yet his expression remains unfazed. He casually pokes his tongue inside his cheek as if he didn’t care about my slap, and it hurt me even more. 

Tears brim my eyes as I deliver another slap across his face. Harder this time. 

Dakota barely flinches and takes the slap like an award. His eyes find mine and he smirks, looking down at me with the satisfaction of a devil.

“Worth it.” He spits the words right in my face. 

There is no speck of guilt in his eyes as they boldly stare back at me. My heart feels like it has been shredded to bits and pieces, causing the pain seeping into my very bones. 

He is completely inhuman. 

He has no sympathy or even pity for me.

All he cares about is his pride, and that bet from three years ago. 

I wipe away my tears, ready to leave him and his other brutal side. *I have had enough!*

“No.” Dakota clutches my wrist, stopping me from grabbing the paper towels. 

I dare not to flinch as he leans down at me like an unpredictable maniac, and commands me in his cruel voice. 

“I want you to walk out of here feeling my cum running down your legs, so you remember who the fuck you belong to.”

Tears stream down my eyes uncontrollably, yet beneath all this pain I feel a burning sensation in my heart, a desire to hurt him as much as he has hurt me.

But I clutch my fists and walk away, putting as much physical distance between us as possible. I liked him. I cared deeply for him. More than I ever did for Ryan..

Yet he could never see my affection past his revengeous clouds.

Numerous eyes stare at me as I walk out of the ladies washroom panting and breathing hard. Their sophisticate gaze judge me and instantly, my anxieties skyrockets as I get aware of my appearance-

Tear-stained eyes, messy sexed hair, wrinkled dress, with his cum running between my legs. 

I immediately cover my legs with the slit end of my dress, feeling utterly sick of myself. I spot the back door to my right and rush to the exit, in a desperate attempt to conceal the evidence of my humiliation.

I feel disgusted.

I feel repulsive of myself, the way I have allowed myself to be used again and again by different men. I never fought back in the name of love, which they clearly never felt. 

*None of them.* 

Suddenly, I collide with a man smoking outside. I instantly apologize, hastily wiping away my tears. The last thing I want is to be seen in this state by anyone. 

*I am such a mess right now!*

The old man throws his cigarette, stepping on it and asks me with a genuine concern. “Madam, are you alright?”

Looking up, I recognise him as Dakota’s chauffeur. “Yes. Ca-Can you please take me ba-back to home, please?” I beg him with my shaky breath. 

There is a moment of hesitation in his eyes, but then he politely nods and hurries off to the parked car. 

I hug my arms in the chilling night, a way to console my poor abused body as I wait impatiently for the car to arrive. 

“Emara!”