20. 🌶️Good Morning Kiss🌶️

“Now I am going to fuck you like a lying bitch you are. And let’s see how you take it.” His dark voice depicts of cruel intentions and a sob crawls up to my throat.
He digs his fingers into my hips and pulls out his cock while giving a feral look of destruction, then rams into me with no kindness.
Dakota begins to fuck immediately.
He didn’t waste a second to start slow or give me time to adjust as he pulls out his cock with the speed he pushed in, then shoves back in me again and again.
His strong, demanding thrust sends his erection entirely into my burning pussy, and I yelp helplessly. Despite my cries, he plows into me from behind, honouring the name of position- *Doggy Style.*
“You dance good.” He grits his teeth.
“I am impressed. You know things other than giving fake information to police.” And smacks his hand flat on my ass, pulling a cry out of my mouth.
I close my eyes and curse the day I said his name in the drug case.
I didn’t know he was innocent.
I didn’t know him at all back then.
But I had to confess a name to save someone I love.
And unknowingly, I said his name.
But I never knew my one statement would cause havoc in his life and that statement would bring me to my knees in this condition.
I open my eyes and look at my reflection.
Sweating, naked, and being banged ruthlessly from behind. My breast slap against my flesh as my body jerks with his every thrust.
Dakota wraps my hair around his fist like a bandage as he keeps in the position and pounds in me like an animal in heat.
My mouth opens to protest but other than powerless shrieks and gasps, I couldn’t make out anything against his vigorous strokes.
But he doesn’t care or even mind my screams as he grunts loudly with ever thrust.
He appears inhuman.
Like a mixture of a man and beast, who lost touch with his humanity.
He was like the *Minotaur* in his painting.
Angry, wild, uncontrollable. A wildebeest who only knows fucking.
And I was the helpless girl in his clutch, trapped under his huge body, who couldn’t move, blink, or breathe without his permission.
*We are the painting.*
His green eyes stare at me from the mirror. Instantly, my nipples harden like diamonds as he slides his eyes to my bouncing tits.
A grin spreads over his cruel lips and he grabs the back of my neck, pulling me towards him. I moan as his hot chest presses behind my back and we both watch my breasts in the mirror, jumping with his every thrust.
“You are such a *fucking* whore.” Dakota growls in my ear, and my body shudders at his filthy words.
I watch his hand reach forward towards my erect nipples and give them a pinch. I feel a clench down in my belly, which excites him to pinch harder.
“Do you like me fucking your pussy?” He whispers softly in my ear as his hand travel south to our pounding union.
“Or am I going slow?” His teeth teases my earlobe and my body moves in waves out of control.
“O God!” A moan tears out of my throat and my thighs shudder at his touch.
“You are so wet, Emara.” His fingers circle my clit urgently and I feel a jolt of electric current striking on my burning sex.
It’s like my nerves have opened a new channel which were left dried for years, now rushes with fresh sensation of hot blood.
He flicks my clit and my body rises up, ready to blast into a thousand stars as I am so close to..
“But you are not coming tonight.”
Dakota spit venomously as he pulls his cock out of me and throws me on the bed like a used toy.
My stomach falls on the bed and I gasp like a fish out of water. I hear him moan behind me and after a few minutes, hot liquid splashes on my naked back.
I couldn’t move. My insides still quiver with the vibrations of his merciless thrusts while I hear the shuffling of clothes in the background.
I tilt my head and watch him wear his clothes back while my naked body still quivers and clenches for a release.
*Did he- Did he jerk off in a condom?*
I have never seen such a selfish, cruel, bastard in my life.
He didn’t even put an effort to attempt foreplay or even kiss me. Just ripped my clothes and pounded into me forcibly like animals.
*He is barbaric!*
Dakota buttons his pants and walks out of the room casually, without saying or even glancing at me as if he wasn’t fucking me for half an hour.
“I hate you.” My cracking voice spits truth.
His feet stop at the door. My heart beats loudly as he turns around and takes a silent stride towards me with dark eyes. I clutch my hand in fist and beg myself not to cry as he stands in front of me with an emotionless face.
“Then there will be a lot of hate fucking between us.” A smirk curve his lips as his green eyes rake over my body with the heat of conquest.
Hot rage flows through my veins and I glare back at him with so much hatred, more than I ever felt for Ryan.
“Breakfast at sharp 8:10. You remember, right?”
He smirks arrogantly and walks out of the room with his warnings.
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**I know many of the readers might be upset by this chapter..**
**As Dakota is a very dark and complex character.**
**And soon I'll update his point of view, so you would know what exactly goes through his head and heart.**
**Till then.. Please bear with his mysterious personality ;)**
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