I stride into the dimly lit alleyway behind the bar, a smug grin spreading across my ugly mug as I spot Miriko's perky ass swaying towards me. She's got no choice but to play along, not after the dirt I've got on her. The little high school hero's reputation would be in tatters if word got out about her secret side gigs.
I grab her roughly by the arm, spinning her around to face me. "Alright bitch, you know why you're here," I growl. "Time to pay up."
Miriko's eyes flash with that damnable defiance, even as a blush stains her cheeks. "You're disgusting," she spits, trying to wrench her arm from my grip. But she can't hide the way her heart's racing, the twitch in her thighs. This little slut's into it.
Holding her tight, I yank her close, crushing my lips against hers in a brutal kiss. She resists for a second, her teeth clenched, before something in her melts. Her lush lips part, and I plunge my tongue into her hot mouth.
Fuck, she tastes good. Like strawberries and rebellion. I pour all my lust and cruelty into the kiss, biting at her bottom lip hard enough to make her gasp. She makes a little mewling sound in the back of her throat, and I swallow it greedily.
My hand slides down to grope her firm ass, squeezing the ripe flesh as I grind against her. I can feel her squirming, but she's not pulling away. No, she's pushing back against my cock, her hips rolling in tiny circles.
Panting harshly, I break the kiss. Miriko's chest is heaving, her lips kiss-swollen and gleaming. She looks utterly debauched, and I've barely touched her
I keep a firm grip on Miriko's wrist as I drag her out of the alleyway and down the grimy street. She stumbles along behind me, her heels clicking loudly on the cracked pavement. I can feel her glare burning into the back of my head, but I just smirk wider. This little bitch thinks she's so high and mighty, but I know the truth. She's just a whore like all the rest, and now she's my whore.
As we approach the seedy love hotel, its flickering neon sign casting garish red light over the cracked walls, I can feel Miriko's body tense. She digs her heels in, trying to resist as I yank her towards the entrance. "I won't go in there with you," she hisses, her voice low and fierce.
Chuckling darkly, I lean in close, my stubble scraping against her smooth cheek as I growl into her ear. "You don't have a choice, sweetheart. You owe me, remember? Now be a good girl and get your sweet ass inside before I make a scene out here and ruin that precious reputation of yours."
Miriko's eyes widen at my threat, and her pretty mouth snaps shut. She shoots me one last defiant glare before jerking her arm from my grip and stomping into the hotel. I follow close behind, my eyes glued to the tantalizing sway of her hips and the bounce of her ass with each furious step.
The pimply-faced attendant barely glances up as I toss a wad of bills onto the counter. He just slides the room key across to me with a bored expression, not even bothering to look at Miriko. Stupid kid, he has no idea what he's just signed on for.
I take the key and grab Miriko's wrist again, yanking her down the dingy hallway to our room. I
As soon as the door to our room slams shut behind us, I grab Miriko and shove her up against the wall. She lets out a startled yelp, her eyes wide and fearful as I loom over her. I can see the pulse pounding in her throat, the quick rise and fall of her chest. She's scared, but excited. Fuck, she's gorgeous.
Not giving her time to think, I crash my mouth against hers in a brutal, dominating kiss. I force my tongue past her lips, plundering the sweet cavern of her mouth like a conqueror. She tastes like sin and strawberries, and I can't get enough.
My hands grab roughly at her ass, squeezing the firm globes through the thin fabric of her costume. I grind against her, letting her feel my hard cock through my jeans. She whimpers into my mouth, her hands coming up to push at my chest. But she doesn't shove me away. No, her fingers curl into my shirt, clutching at the material as if she's holding on for dear life.
kissing Miriko harder, I hike her leg up over my hip, opening her up to me. My hand slides under her short skirt to grope the bare skin of her thigh, feeling the heat of her flesh. Higher and higher I grope, until I'm cupping her mound through her panties. She's wearing fucking thigh-high stockings and a tiny pair of cotton panties. The crotch is already damp, and I groan into her mouth at the feel of it.
Breaking the intense kiss, Miriko turns her head to the side, gasping for air. Her face is flushed, lips kiss-swollen and gleaming. She glares up at me, but I can see the hazy, lust-drunk look in her crimson eyes. This little minx is enjoying every second of this, no matter how much she wants to deny it.
"Stop it, you bastard!" she snarls, even as her hips press forward into my touch. Her voice is husky, lacking its usual fierce edge. "I'm not enjoying this. You're forcing me!"
I smirk at her weak protest, my fingers still rubbing slow circles over her damp panty-covered mound. I lean in close, my stubble rasping against her burning cheek as I murmur. "Keep telling yourself that, sweetheart. But your body is honest, even if you're too stubborn to admit it."
Miriko shudders under my touch, a breathless moan escaping her lips. She's trying so hard to resist, to cling to that precious, overblown sense of pride. But I can feel her melting, I can see it in the way her eyes flutter shut and her head lolls back against the wall.
I... I won't let you win," she gasps out, a challenge still ringing in her voice. But it's weak, so very weak. "I won't let you break me!"
Chuckling darkly, I nip at her earlobe, tugging it between my teeth. "Keep fighting it, Miriko. Make it harder for yourself. I love a challenge." My fingers slip under the edge of her panties, brushing bare skin. I groan at the feel of it, the slick heat. This fucking hero is so goddamn sexy when she's being stubborn. "Fuck, you're dripping. Stop lying to yourself