Cesar laughed, but it was hollow, bitter.
"Why don't you try that? Maybe when you do, it'll make you realize who you really belong to."
Then he snapped. That's the only way I could describe it.
One second he was speaking, the next, he was on me, his mouth everywhere, fierce and possessive. He attacked, that was the word. His lips crushed against my skin, sucking hard, biting the curve of my neck, my shoulders, my collarbone. It wasn't gentle. It wasn't even rough in a passionate way.
It was intentional.
It felt like he was trying to brand me, leave proof on my skin for anyone who came close.
Mine.
He released my skin with a pop, no doubt leaving a love bite on my skin. "You can pretend to enjoy another man's company, but we both know that no one will ever come close to me." Cesar rubbed his mark with his thumb, letting it soak into my skin.
"You're an asshole..!" I gritted out
"You already said that..." He said increasing his thrusts inside me.
"Oh God....Coming now."
