C44 The man with a scar

Slamming the door shut, he pinned me against the wall. And the next thing I found was his lips crashing on mine. Holding my hands above my head, his mouth ravished mine in a rough punishing kiss. I could taste the metallic taste of my blood on my tongue when he bit on my lower lip, hard.

But I didn't resist him. His anger was radiating off through the kiss, and I didn't want to make him more mad