I Still Hate You
Feels much better," I said as I rubbed my wrists. They were already starting to bruise.
"Take your clothes off," Jacob said quietly.
I didn't argue. There was no point. I took my shirt off, then pants, and paused.
"All of it. Come on, I can't wait anymore," Jacob said impatiently.
I took my boxers off and stood still. Jacob looked me up and down. His eyes were filled with lust. "You're so fucking hot," he whistled.
"Thank you. I worked hard to get there," I smirked. Sure this guy was a piece of shit, but it felt good to be appreciated.