Shame you don’t know how to behave any other fucking minute of the day,” he breathed into my mouth before he kissed me. Both his hands came up to my cheeks when he pulled away. His thumbs moved to wipe away the tears. My mascara was waterproof, but I didn’t have that much faith in its ability to hold up to what he’d just put me through. I probably looked exactly like someone just punish-fucked my throat until I cried half my makeup off. He
