58 Jealous

Beatrix stiffened and her eyes widened with shock. He was kissing her….

He moved his mouth against hers forcefully and feverishly. It was an angry kiss. Rhys kept a firm hand at the back of her neck and she could barely breathe.

Seeing that she wasn't responding to the kiss he tugged at her lower lips, she moaned in pain which allowed him to sweep his tongue into her mouth.

Beatrix tried to push him away, but he wouldn't bulge. She found her resistance slowly diminishing. 

Her mind was no longer in charge, the sensation has taken over every fiber of her.

For some sick reason she found herself responding to the kiss.

His mouth tasted just like the last time he had kissed her goodbye. She could taste the faint hint of mint on his tongue.

His warm tongue ran along hers and she could feel the cold metal of his lip ring on the corner of her mouth. 

Damien….No..No she couldn't do this to him. This was cruel.