39. Passionate fury
Lea Having him this close was driving me confused. No, it was driving me insane. I was out of my mind, acting in such an unrestrained way. I punched his chest; I was so angry. For one of the first times in my life, I couldn’t control my rage, I just wanted to keep on punching him. To my surprise he didn’t push me away or complained, he only wrapped an arm around my waist, making a jolt of desire burn on the bottom of my spine. My body was going crazy, I was going crazy. He cupped my face gently and caressed his lips against mine, in a featherlight kiss. No! I pulled away and started slapping his chest this time! He couldn’t do that to me! I couldn’t have anyone restricting me and telling me what to do anymore! I wanted him to feel my pain, my rage. But he cupped my face once
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