Chapter 12I can’t hold it back. I love the fire.
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I can’t hold it back. I love the fire.
Trace
“Quit lying just to be an asshole and tell me the truth!” she shouts, the veins in her neck bulging, her eyes like fucking saucers.
I’ve seen her mad, but never like this. She reminds me of a little fuming devil in a cartoon, and with the way her upper half is jutting forward aggressively, I half expect to see plumes of smoke billowing from her ears.
I cannot help it, goddamn it, but a smirk lifts my lips as she rages. She’s a little fuzzy, and I wonder if I’m drunk or even… dreaming. I smile, realizing that I’m dreaming of her. I like that I’m dreaming of her. And because I’m dreaming, I smile and allow myself to enjoy her freely.
Her sentence stops abruptly and she stands up straight just as fast, her hands going to her hips. Those grabable, blooming hips of hers. God I wish I–
“Why the fuck are you smirking?” She steps nearer, so close that she’s now standing between my spread knees, her eyes glowering down on me. “I’m going to make you regret that smirk.”
My lips twitch, and the smirk grows without my consent. I can’t hold it back. I love the fire. My dick is aching against my thigh right now.
She reaches down, wrapping her talented fingers around me, closing them, tightening her grip as her eyes intensely hold mine. “Smile,” she commands.
I obey.
She squeezes my cock harder. “Again.”
I smile yet again, this time with a tiny laugh tickling my throat. I see her game, and there’s no way she’s got the cojones to grab my cock hard enough to make me react.
I like it rough so there’s no fucking?—
“Fuck!!!” I screech, jolting forward, or… trying. It’s then I remember I’m tied to it by my wrists and ankles. Her grip on my cock is so tight I nearly scream. I scream so loudly that the room around me vibrates, my vision goes hazy, the world goes dark… and then it’s blurry.
And I’m lost deeper in my dreams.