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𝐄𝐱𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭/𝐛𝐝𝐬𝐦/𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬
The new maid, Mariah Miller, attracts the attention of the two brothers of malfoy mannor, Tom Riddle and Draco Malfoy.
The book that gets KINKIER by the chapter.
"My other favourite par...
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__ Mariah Miller Pov __
My eyes were cemented onto his body although, the only exposed parts of his lower body were his torso, I just could not stop staring.
I was standing against the door affixed in a star stuck state. "Don't be afraid, you can come closer." Said Riddle, fiddling with the last two of his buttons.
Moving forwards, I was directly standing in front of him.
Tom riddle was unintentionally intimidating. His tall stance reverberating dominance, his perplexing demeanour. All of it, every detailed aspect of him.
The hem of my skirt became what I fidgeted with when I was Nervous, I was subconsciously doing it till Tom mentioned it.
His hand snaked up my arm, carefully removing my hand from the piece of clothing, to relocate my palm onto his chest.
"What did you want me to do-." I finally spoke.
"Feel that Mariah?" He focused on my hand that was on the centre of his chest, "I'm the same as you, don't be scared." His tone was relaxed, he gave a small smile but a warm smile at me.
I rolled my eyes, "I'm not scared."
He took his palm and connected it with mine, leaning it off of his chest. Both of our hands were hovering above our shoulders in a high-five position.
There was a significant size difference in our hands; His were large, decorated in veins.
"What did you want me to do?" I asked, my voice had gone more quiet and high pitched.
He turned his head to the side and smiled, "Nothing."
His response was puzzling.
"Why did you tell me to come to your room then?"
"It was a good opportunity don't you think. To be alone, and talk without any interruptions."
All apparent sound died out and left me in a dream-like condition, Alone with Tom Riddle.
That final sentence repeated in my thoughts, alone with Tom Riddle.
My breathing picked up into a tremulous state, unsure of what was going to happen, "I think that it was a great idea." I replied, subtly bitting on my lower lip.
"Good." His voice had a returned low.
The pressure applied to my hand that, was bonded together with his, increased as he started to walk forward. I was stepping backwards clueless as to where I was going, till a wall bumped into my back and the dim light from the room slowly faded till it was singularly darkness and him.
