Page 132 of Strange Lad

Just when I think I’ve won, that I’ve shown him I’m not to be fucked with like this, Lex goes and shocks the ever-loving shit out of me. He fists the collar of my shirt, tugs me down, and crushes his lips into mine, stunning me stupidly.

For two whole seconds, I’m still as a statue.

What the hell is he doing?

But then my body takes the bait, leaning in…reciprocating. The way he kisses me is hostile, violent, and wild. I'm so thrown off guard that when he pulls back, my damn lips chase him. I fuckingchasethe little asshole.

My eyes are closed, lips puckered. I'm dazed and confused. Reality washes over me like ice water. The adrenaline pumpingthrough me vanishes. I snap open my eyes just as he hikes his fist and punches me right in the throat.

“Call me that again, and I’ll fucking kill you.”

I wheeze, holding my trachea, and drop to my knees. The rat bastard gets in his car, shakes out his delicate hand, and drives away.

To be continued…

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