Besides, he knows I won’t call him unless it’s urgent. He might be busy, but never too busy for me. I’m going to hurt him as much as he hurt me. I keep licking my swollen lips without even realising it. My breathing comes in and out in a frenzy long after he’s gone. “I hate you!” I scream at his back and he just waves two fingers without turning around. “Don’t waste your time practising.” He makes a loud note by hitting several keys at the same time. I can’t even move my hands up to punch him. His words bring me out of my stupor, but I’m still too numb. Then he whispers near my jaw, “I’ll take good care of you, baby sister.” There’s a voice in my head telling me I should stop this, but I’m too drunk on his taste, on the way he grabs me and eats me alive, to listen to that voice.Īs he pulls away, he bites my lower lip, making me wince. His fingers dig into my skin as he angles my head up and plunges his tongue inside, swirling it against mine. This time, he devours me, our teeth clinking together while he aggressively kisses me. It’s not mere massaging of tongues and innocent strokes. It’s nothing like the one from one year ago. St my mouth once before he claims it in a kiss. He places both his palms on my cheeks until his lips hover an inch away from mine and then, just like that, he brushes them again I shake my head frantically, not wanting to think about it. “Do you know what that means, Butterfly?” I won’t allow my brain to voice that thought. Income Protection Insurance: Detailed Discussion
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