Not Very Welcoming

As if paralyzed in place, Denise didn’t move a muscle. She didn’t even breath.

His lips were on hers, the same lips that he had deemed too good for her back then. The feel of his flesh was soft and the friction was filled with passion, the kind of passion she had once wanted so desperately but never got. The pit of her stomach began to grow hot and the tingling sensation did fireworks on her skin too, but Denise’s disgust outweighed the thrill the bond forced her to feel. His audacity was infuriating.

Without a second thought, her hands pushed through the bars, fingers gripping the hair at the back of his head. She yanked his head back and forced his lips to part with hers, then with her nostrils flaring, she allowed her nails to dig into his scalp. “You fucking lunatic!”

“What? I can’t?” His eyes crinkled at the sides as a full blown grin slipped across his face. “I told you…you’re mine.” His tongue slid out of his mouth to glide across his bottom lip. It was still tingling nicely. “