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5.

-HER-

I watched him as he stepped closer to me. The horns on his head were looking huge. My hands ached to reach out and touch them.

I stared at the reflection in the mirror when he stepped right behind me and placed his hands on either side on the granite counter. I didn’t dare to move.

He easily towered over me and blocked me due to his huge physic.

There was something very dominant and possessive about the way he moved and looked at me. I couldn’t ignore it. I hadn’t been looked at this way. It acted just like a small wind that flamed my curiosity for him.

“What are you doing here?” My question came out in a whisper. Our eyes were locked in the mirror reflection when he deliberately pressed the front of his body to my back. I gasped.

His knuckled turned pale as he clutched the granite harder. I could feel the air charged up with so much sexual tension.

“Meum Czira,” He muttered. I didn’t understand what that meant but before I could ask him, I was being pulled towards a cubicle. My heart thundered in my chest when he closed the door behind him, trapping us two in the small space.

His eyes never left me. I was instantly aware of the close proximity.

“Wha-“ I was about to yell but he shushed me by putting a hand over my mouth and stepping closer. Outside, I heard someone enter the restroom.

I gulped as his eyes darkened while he drank in my appearance. His eyes wandered on my breasts monetarily before they settled on my lips. Meanwhile, I was dripping wet. My core was throbbing for attention.

“Fvck you,” He growled, pinning me roughly against the wall. My gasp was being swallowed by him when his lips came crashing down on mine. He didn’t care to ask for permission as his tongue went past my lips, exploring my mouth.

He drank my moans like a thirsty man stuck in a desert. I was too shocked to do anything but my body reacted to him anyway. In no time I found myself moving my lips against his, sucking his full bottom lip with a little too much force.

He growled in my mouth before grinding his crouch into my stomach. My hands found his shirt collar before I pulled him down to deepen the kiss.

One of his arms instantly wrapped around my waist before lifting me up. I deliberately wrapped my legs around his waist, aligning my core just over his hardness. It pocked just at my opening which was by then, drenched.

It was I who pulled back due to being out of breath. I leaned my head back at the wall as I filled my lungs with air.

“You’re so wet,” He muttered. My eyes widened when I felt him pulling my panties aside. My pussy fluttered due to being exposed but his fingers found me soon, examining the wetness.

“What are you doing?” I choked out, still out of breath but he didn’t stop. His fingers explored my folds in small circles. I had to hold him tighter because I was afraid of falling. It felt like I was slowly starting to lose touch with reality.

“Stop,” I moaned when his pace quickened. I almost screamed when he put two digits inside me before squeezing a third one.

“You’re a virgin,” He grumbled, his deep voice pushed me deeper into my sexual haze, “I don’t want to break you… not with my fingers,” He murmured lowly into my ear before taking out one finger.

“Yes,” I choked out when he started to move. Just when I was about to orgasm, he stopped. A smirk danced on his lips as his heated gaze swept over me possessively.

“Say my name,” He growled, “beg for it,” He commanded. My eyebrows came together as I drowned deeper and deeper into my sexual frustration. Why did he stop? I wanted to come so badly.

“No,” I bit my lip. It took us both by surprise but it helped me to overcome my sexual haze. My legs unwrapped from his waist and as soon as they touched the ground, I was back to reality.

“What?” He drew out. I was finding it hard to process what just happened but I knew that I needed to act soon and get out of here. It had been more than a couple of minutes since I came into the bathroom.

I was sure people would have started to notice our absence on the table.

“This is not the place where your hands should be,” I told him when I moved his hand away from the juncture between my legs.

“It’s not?” He inquired, his eyes heating up even more.

“No,” I told him before I stepped away from him. I opened the door and stepped out. Fortunately, the place was empty again. My lips were swollen and my lipstick smeared due to the rough kiss.

“You don’t know what you’re talking about,” He muttered, watching me warily as I wiped away my lipstick and applied a fresh coat. I didn’t read much into his words and decided to ignore him.

“You know I can charge you for sexual assault?” I spoke, reminding myself to not look at his horns. They were such a distraction for me. He raised an eyebrow at me before he stepped behind me again.

“Would you?” He grumbled before he grabbed one of my breasts while his other hand was shoving his fingers right past my lips. I was startled at how quickly he moved and acted. An unwanted moan slipped past my lips while the salty taste of my juices danced on my tongue.

I tried to speak but he shoved his fingers deep in my throat, “Hmmm, I wonder how you’d look with my cock stuffed in your throat like that,” He murmured in my ear. I gasped for breath when he finally removed his fingers away.

The throbbing was back and my core was crying. As I blinked back the tears, he smiled at me through the reflection and squeezed my breast harder, “What would you tell them anyway? That I didn’t make you come? That I left your pussy dripping wet?” His hot breath blew on my ear and I shivered.

His hand trailed down south again. He was between my legs just after lifting the hem of my dress as he whispered, “Beg and I will make you come,” His fingers brushed over my wet panties with unspoken promises.

I was so much tempted to beg to him to make me cum. I was willing to scream his name on top of mungs only if he was willing to fvck me deeply in return. Only if he was willing to take me home and make me his. Though no one wanted to do that.

I was just expecting too much in exchange for very little. I knew where it was going to take me - to a dead end.

“I don’t want to come,”

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