His breath burned hot against my face.
I caught my breath and waited. I was too tired to argue with him or fight. I was cold and wet and hurt.
I laid still and waited for him to speak.
He remained quiet.
I blinked and he leaneddownand placed his lips on mine. The connection seeped into mysystemand warmed me to the core. His tongue snaked out and traced the seam of my lips. He released my hands, tilted my head, and lowered himself onto me.
His cock hardened against my thigh. I arched my back, wrapped my arms around his neck, and pulled him close.
He caressed my face and pushed his tongue into my mouth. The pungent whiskey flavor on his lips gave me a contact high.He moved to my ear and bit my earlobe. Then he stopped.
Frozen in the snow. I turned my head. The indifference, the unconcerned expression returned to his face. His cock remained hard and throbbing against my thigh.
Fuck this.
The rage returned with a vengeance.
Son of a bitch.
I wanted out. Free from his hold over me. He wanted me to hate him.
Well done Caden. I do.
I couldn’t take his indifference for another second.
Before I could stop myself, I raised my leg, and kneed him in the dick.
