The third punch hurt even more, even though it wasn't as forceful as the first two, because L's face was already in pain. The smirk was finally wiped off his face completely, as L was anything but a masochist. He hated pain.
But he loved seeing it in people who deserved to squirm. Kira deserved to squirm.
"Listen to what? Your disgusting sounds of desire? My name on your lips?"