Her heavy breath circles in my ears, hands slowly running down my pale back.
Nausea overwhelms me, but I know not to let it show.
"Your mine." she whispers, nails digging painfully into my back as she places a wet, sickly kiss onto my neck
Stop.
"If I cant have you, no-one can."
She bites onto my neck, and I don't have to fight to hide my sounds of pleasure, because there is none.
It feels wrong.
All of it.
I gasp as she firmly tugs on my hair, making my head pound as her murky brown eyes bore into mine
"act like you want this, or I'll make you regret it" she hisses, making sure I get the hint
I fight back the sudden urge to cry and swallow audibly
"Okay" I whisper pathetically, allowing my hands to roam on her body, trying to ignore the fleeting feeling of fear when my hand brushes against a sharp object
Dry lips crash into my own roughly, and I can feel the blood dripping onto my tongue. Tears roll down my cheeks as I clench them shut.
Please stop.
Rough hands begin to strongly massage my breasts carefully. Not gently, but carefully. As if she's trying not to hurt me
But if she doesn't want to hurt me she should stop now.
She pulls away from me completely, making me scared as to what she is going to say next
But instead of speaking she sighs and runs a single hand down my face
"I hope you've learnt your lesson. Never disobey me again"
I choke back a sob and nod my head.
"good girl"
And with that, she all but disappears. But I can still feel her hands roaming on my skin, her lips moving on my own.
Curling up in a ball on the bed I let out all my tears and sobs.
I hate it here.
a/n this is all you guys are getting for now lmao, i have too many unfinished stories so I'll complete at least one more first before I get onto this. this story will be Jennie POV after some heavy deciding.
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FanfictionBook 2 of Nyctophilia The woman is a charm to be sure. She has the right twinkle in her eyes and a voice that is more warm than sunlight on amber. I usually like that - smiling back and enjoying an exchange of words - yet this one has that air of p...
