Don't insult my love

The pain in her arm was sharp, but Hazel didn’t flinch. It was nothing compared to the emotional pain she’d been enduring, the turmoil of being trapped between the man she feared and the man she loved. Her eyes met Francisco’s, and for a moment, she saw the raw vulnerability hidden behind his rage.

But instead of pulling away or responding with fear, Hazel leaned in closer, closing the distance between them until her lips were just inches from his. She could feel his breath against her skin, hot and uneven. With a voice as smooth as silk, she whispered, “Wanna fuck?”

Hazel bit her lower lip provocatively, her eyes locked onto Francisco’s as he stood frozen, his expression hardening. She traced her fingers slowly down his neck, her voice a soft, seductive whisper.

"We can fuck, can’t we? You like to fuck me, right?"

Her words hung in the air like a challenge. Francisco’s grip on her shoulders tightened, his fingers digging into her skin, and Hazel let out a low moan, not from pleasure