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"You look pretty when you're mad," I tell him, twisting out of his grip. I take his hand and guide it down the front of my shorts and inside of my lace thong. "Feel that? I'll be wet either way."

His jaw flexes, a feral look in his eyes as he speaks through clenched teeth. "Let's go."

With a not-so-gentle grip on my hair, he guides me toward the back of the room.

"The exit is the other way."

"You don't have time for that," he says.

"There will be people in there," I tell him as he drags me into the men's restroom.

"You should have thought about that before you started acting like a whore."

He takes me to the very last stall, locks the door behind us, and pulls out his thick, rock-hard dick, pumping it in his hand.

"I want your pussy," he growls. "Take your shorts off."

I unbutton my shorts, pulling them down over my hips along with my thong, and step out of them, leaving my heels on.

He lifts me by the back of my thighs, and as I wrap my legs around his waist, he pushes me against the wall of the stall and sinks his dick into my wet pussy.

"Sebastian!" I cry out. He slams into me, shaking the wall of the stall and likely the next stalls over. "Oh, god!"

"That's it," he rasps. "Go ahead and scream. Let everyone know you're getting fucked like a little slut in here."

"Fuck!"

Admittedly, I wasn't thinking about that. I bring his mouth to mine, burying a moan into his lips. "Faster," I tell him.

He adjusts his grip on my waist, causing me to sink down harder onto his cock, and I gasp right before he pulls it back out and gives it to me faster like I wanted. The sound of his skin smacking into mine and the stall shaking reverberates throughthe space. He's going to fuck me through this god damn wall like the animal he is, and I don't even care.

Because the head of his cock is hitting that spot that makes my toes curl…over and over again. My heels fall from my feet onto the floor.

"Sebastian…"

"Is this what you wanted, little monster?"

"Yes," I whimper. I let my head fall against his chest and dig my nails into his back, letting myself come apart on his dick. "Ohhh…fuck."

He shifts my weight onto just one of his arms, but he doesn't miss a beat, fucking into me while he pushes my top and bra up over my tits.

"God, I fucking hate you," he groans. "I hate you for having such a tight little pussy and a body that begs to get fucked. I hate you for not knowing you shouldn't…"Thrust."Fucking."Thrust."Play."Thrust."With."Thrust."Monsters," he roars before going stiff deep inside my pussy and filling me with cum. "Ihateyou."

He holds me tight against him while his dick jumps inside me, and I cling to him, catching my breath while he rides it out.

"No, you don't," I say once I can form words. I run my hands over his cheeks and turn his face to mine, forcing him to meet my eyes.

"What?" he asks.

"You don't hate me, Sebastian. Tell me something real."

"Like what?"

"You missed me," I say, nuzzling my face against his. "That's why you're here—not because I didn't answer my phone, and you thought I might have gotten myself into trouble. You're here because you missed me."

For just a second, I think he'll admit it's true. Instead, he lowers me to the ground and says, "Get dressed. We should get out of here."

And then, I feel bad again.