He rips my dress off like the beast he is and my body involuntarily shives from the sudden rush of cold air against my skin.
Fire still burns in his eyes, a raw primal lust as his eyes rake down my naked body.
"Fu*k" he mutters, flicking his darkening eyes back to mine "You're wet and without a panty!?"
It's a questioning statement of the obvious, yet it dances to the tune of accusation.
"What, do you think I did it for him?"
He knows better, he knows that I didn't, I can sense that he believes me, but he's not ready to relinquish his anger just yet. "So you purposely disrespected me just for me to fu*k you?" He roars, twisting my pure intention to fit his twisted thinking.
There's no way of winning if he's obviously bound by rage and blinded by anger, simply looking for an excuse
