C41 Punishment for the dirty mouth
"W-what the hel…"
Before I could finish the sentence, the door was slammed shut and the next thing I knew I was pressed against the wall with a furious man pinning my hands over my head in a firm grip. And then his mouth was on mine.
Breath caught in my throat.
As I tried to move, he gripped my jaw and kept my face still for him to devour me without any disturbance.
His mouth was unforgiving
