Punishment for the dirty mouth...

"W-what the hel…"

Before I could finish the sentence, the door was slammed shut and the next thing I knew I was pressed against the wall with a furious man pinning my hands over my head in a firm grip. And then his mouth was on mine.

Breath caught in my throat.

As I tried to move, he gripped my jaw and kept my face still for him to devour me without any disturbance.

His mouth was unforgiving, rough. Calloused hand traveled down my body, groping, feeling my curves. His roughness made my insides tremble, knees weak. A shaky breath left me as his intoxicating masculine cologne surrounded my senses.

"You're fucking mine!" he growled, biting hard on my lower lip. A whimper left me. My body was betraying my mind as it slowly sagged against his handness.

As I was about to kiss back, he pulled away. With his fierce eyes set on my lips, he let out harsh breaths.

"How many times do I need to remind you that you're mine? And yet you went among those drunk men and let them feel your bo