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fuck did you start getting messages like this, and why the hell haven’t you told me?” His body language is intimidating, and anger radiates from him as he pushes me against the wall.
    I’m afraid to look him in the eyes so I turn my face the other way and talk. He grips my chin pulling my eyes back to meet his. I refuse to give into his alpha male tendencies so I shift my head back the other way.
    “Why didn’t you tell me Mimi? You know I will protect you.” He whispers to me, as if trying to soothe the pain.
    “There’s nothing to protect me from.” I mumble pushing on his chest. He doesn’t budge though, and I know I’m fucked.
    “Look at me.” He says, his voice is still menacing. He’s angry and I know why. I should have told him, it could be Brody, and if he’s coming back for me then I should be telling someone.
    “Fucking look at me ” He yells, his voice booming in my ears startles me. I’ve never been afraid of Corey but when he acts like this I can’t help but shudder in fear. I raise my chin lightly to look into his eyes. They are black, the hazel color long bled out. In one second flat he has both arms wrapped around me.
    “Please move.” I beg , pushing him back. I can hear the break in my voice and I don’t like it.
    “Are you scared Mimi?” He asks. A tingle goes down my spine and I feel my panties getting wet. What the fuck is wrong with me, he’s turning me on?
    “No.” I say determinedly as I look him straight in the eyes. It’s as if I push him over the edge again. I smile inside knowing I’m the reason he goes crazy.
    “Well you should be.” I’m given no time to respond to his statement because his mouth crashes down on mine. There’s fierceness in this kiss. Also there is an aggression, anger, and hate so deep that it almost hurts.
    His teeth nip at my lips begging for me to open more. Hesitantly I do. His tongue invades my mouth, circulating with my own. My hands grasp into his hair, as I pull it hard. A groan escapes both of our mouths, as his hands descend down to my ass lifting me in one swift moment as he slams my back into the wall. The friction of the kiss and intensity of him has my panties soaked.
    “You fucking want me don’t you?” He asks against my lips. I whimper grinding myself deeper into him. One second he’s there loving on me and the next, he pulls himself from me. A shit eating grin is on his face. I’m flustered, and left hanging. My mind is all over the place. Did we just maul each other in a bowling alley? I feel at my lips, which are swollen. It was real. I look up at him. Suddenly I feel weak for giving into the cravings. I cannot give myself to him. I push past him, but before I can get away he grabs my arm bringing me back into his chest.
    “Just admit it you want it as bad as I do.”
    He’s still grinning and it causes my anger to fly off the handle. I pull back making a fist. I can’t stop myself from hitting him, even if I wanted to I wouldn’t. He’s had it coming for a long time.
    My fist makes enough contact with his cheek and nose for him to release his hold on me. I take another step backwards, fear almost rooting me to the very spot I’m in. When his face swings back to mine there’s an anger, and hate in his eyes like I’ve never seen. I almost want to piss my pants. His eyes are black as they bleed into mine.
    “Never fucking t ouch me again; NEVER.” He yells as I watch him kick three chairs, and punch a table in his angered rage. The rage I put him in. I thought once I got him to this point I would be happy, but I’m not. I’m scared, and I’m sad. I’m sad that I’ve inflected my anger on him.
    “What the fuck is going on?” Jenna and Rex both say in unison coming up behind me. I ’m shocked, and I’m disappointed in myself. I wanted to push him, but then he pushed back. I thought I was stronger, I thought that when he pushed me I could take it, but I can’t.
    “I fucked up.” I declare , sorrow