Chapter 33

Roxanne

I slump on his chest. Our ragged breathing mingled with each other. The balcony glass door, rattling due to the storm brewing outside. He collects my slightly damp hair and tugs my head up.

Wincing, I look up. He leans down and his lips descend on mine, taking it in a kiss. I flip my head away from him, breaking the kiss and I push him back. His back collides with the headboard.

Wincing I rise from above him. His length is still inside me. I heave a breath of relief when I flip on the bed, at the very corner beside him.

“What was that?" He growls.

I turn my back on him and pull the quilt above me. And the very next minute he turns me by my shoulders very harshly and makes me face him.

“What the fuck was that?" I look down at his nose. His eyes are terrifying me.

I gulp the lump formed in my throat and say. “You are done taking your pleasure and I am tired, so I want to sleep."

My breathing stops when I see him gritting his teeth in anger. He is going to slap me a