As soon as the car's door was closed, Zaki held Hinari's shoulders and pinned her down. They were both breathing heavily due to their intense and seemingly endless wet kisses. Zaki's head had gone blurry as he reached the peak of his self-control.
Looking at Hinari as she lay there with a completely reddened face, hair scattered on the car's seat, Zaki couldn't help but grip her wrist hard.
"Hinari… are you perhaps still thinking that my reactions to your overtures are different from those men you hate?" He asked. His jaws were tightening as he talked, showing her that he was completely at the very edge of his self control and could snap at any second now.
