He threw my clothes at me and said sternly, “Wear your clothes. I only wanted to show you and I did. Nothing more, nothing less.” His tone suddenly changed to a dominantly cold one. “Don’t you want to see?” I winked, plopping on my elbows. “Look at you, Blaze. You are so turned on but your detest for me will never let you get close to me.” I mocked, letting out a suppressed laugh. “Hmm. I know.” “The same goes for me.” I replied, sitting up and wearing my clothes. “Why didn’t you push me away then?” “To elicit your stimulation. Feel the mate-pull, Mr Allen. How it intoxicated our minds with thirst and no matter how much we want to fuck, we couldn’t and never will.” I taunted, laying down back again, stretching out my arms. “Get out of my room.” He said, wearing his clothes. “Go and get a mistress to fulfil your lust.” I spat. “Shut up.” He hissed and went to the bathroom as I began to laugh. “Can’t control yourself?!” I shouted at him. “Fantasize about me, Blaze!” I shouted, bur
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