My hand trailed their bloodied wound. My entire body lighting up when a small gasp forced itself from Kohl’s lips. “I can—” My bloodied hand shot forward to grab their chin. There was something so fucking erotic about dirtying Kohl’s beautiful face. “You can’t take directions well, can you?” I asked, pulling them forward with my bruising grip on their face. “Then you face the consequences. I’ll shut it for you.”
