𝐃.𝐌 + 𝐓.𝐑|𝟏𝟖+
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 __
"Get away from her before I fucking stop your heart from beating another sound."
Riddles voice coated in venom.
I and Draco both snapped our heads to look at him.
Legs apart in a strong stance, his fingers tightly clenching down onto the wood of his wand, his muscles tensing so much with fury that there was a mild Tremor echoing in his limbs.
The hold that Draco had on my waist and the hand that he had used to cup my face whilst he kissed me also enhanced.
"Get away from her now!" Shouted Tom, narrowing his eyes.
Draco slowly turned his head to look at me, assessing me and what my reactions were. "No. I own her." Said Malfoy with a smirk, staring directly at me as he spoke.
I could predict that my face had resembled mild shock at his sudden burst into the room. Shock mixed with worry.
Draco had known I had fucked Tom. But Riddle had no idea I had also fucked Draco.
I try to say something to defend the mess but It was as if my vocal cords had frozen and began to wind together to prevent me from creating words.
I glanced back at Riddle, his face remaining livid. A cast of a red huge flaring at the tips of his fingers as they clamped around the end of his wand.
However, before I could even look back to see the product of expressions upon Dracos face, a flicker of light was thrown at the centre of his bare chest.
The electrified warmth flowing off of his hands and onto my body and face had been torn away.
A grunt of pain passed Malfoy's lips as he was flung forcefully back onto the wall near the window. His body crashing against the middle part of the bricks then sinking weakly onto the ground.
Gasping at the sight of the reckoning spell, my body jolted from the terrible surprise and I turned quickly on my heel to face Riddle.
"Do you think that was necessary? He's your brother!" I defended, but I was still immobile. To scared to move just in case Tom was to throw a spell at me out of his blazing anger.
Riddle strode towards me, his eyes that we're exuding in rich envy burning into mine. Secluded of any calm or remorse.
Once he was near enough, he utilised his free hand to grip hard onto the back of my neck, bringing me closer to him by his fingers digging into my nape.
