Contract Marriage by Ashleh Queen (new reading .TXT) 📖

My long legs were always an advantage and with no time I was standing right behind her. I grabbed her ass and turned her around. It took her by such surprise that her head crashed into my chest. I chuckled and kept her there. My hard di*k was throbbing on her stomach. I wanted her to feel what effect she had on me.

She looked up and her eyes had it all. Fear, surprise and more fear. Well, I like that. I like the way her eyes give away her emotions. 
"Hey, beautiful," I said with a smirk on my face and start grinding my body in hers.

Her surprise turned into a frown. I didn't care because I know that she will give in to pleasure eventually. But what I didn't know was that she would try to slap me. In that shortest moment, I tilted my head backward saved my cheek but her hand landed on my throat. "What the fuck!" I growled.

My hand that had her ass a moment ago was rubbing my neck now. She starts running towards the exit. To say that I was angry was an understatement. I followed her taking long strides but she was nowhere to be seen.

"Where did she go?" I asked the guy at the front door. 
"The girl in the hood?" I asked again. 
"Sir, Sh-She took the c-cab. I checked her I.d when she entered the club. Her name was J-Jane." The bouncer answered with the stutter.

Though I liked it when people stutter in front of me but not right now. 
"Full name?" I asked again. 
"I can't tell. I can't recall, Sir." He answered.

I run to my car and get into my driving seat. Damn! I swear I will kill her the next time I see her. No one can disrespect me and get away with that. 
The moment I reached my bedroom I tossed my t-shirt and jeans on the floor and get into the shower. The warm water was making my muscles a bit relaxed. There was a huge mirror in front of me. And this mirror is my favorite thing for a lot of reasons. I love looking at the sluts when I make them cum here. Looking at that mirror I noticed the scratch on my neck. And I swear that bitch will be here soon no matter what.

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Jane's POV.

I was laying on my bed, trying to sleep. But whenever I try to close my eyes certain grey eyes are all my mind can think of. It feels like he still has his hands on my ass and grinding his manhood over my body. How can somebody do this to someone without their consent? Such a drunkard bastard. I hope that I never see him again.

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