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