marshcll
“ let’s get something clear, baby… “ she entertains him for a moment, leaning in seductively towards him. she stays there for a moment, letting him think she’s going along with it all. only then does she speak through gritted teeth. “ i’m not yours. “ she gets up in anger and in the heat of the moment throws her drink on him. she’s going to have hell to pay for that. but she doesn’t even think about that as she’s practically running out of the bar. she steps out into the cool night air, looking side to side. trying to see which way she could safely hide from him.
he wasn’t concerned that she ran, he knew where she lived. she was his, and she knew it. she was just leading him home because she knew he was serious about fucking her there in the bar. she wanted him as bad as he wanted her. he took a minute to wipe his face and finish his drink, dropping some cash onto the bar and casually strolled out. “where you headed babe?” he asked, resting a hand on her hip and pulling her into his side. while his grip looked casual, it was hard and tight, ensuring she couldn’t free herself without causing a scene.









