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 __
His hand remained dipped in between my legs, firmly gripping onto the tops of my thigh as Tom brought me closer to him.
My head was resting on the side of his shoulder, gazing up at him in wonder.
"Are you going to be a good girl and do it?" Tom whispered into the back of my hair, his breath tickling my neck. "Do as your told for me after going against my wishes?"
My tired body was melting devotedly onto his. Riddles voice was like a spell to me, enchanting me using his words. The sweet sound.
But no matter how much he made my body tingle with pleasurable feeling, the victory of retaliation against him was always so much more satisfying to endure.
If he wasn't going to say sorry for what he did then I'll make him sorry.
I'll make him sorry that he ever thought he would get away without an apology.
Riddle spread his long fingers across my leg and moved upwards on my thigh. Pushing the black fabric of my hoodie to the side so he could examine my exposed body once again with his now aroused eyes.
"You like that?" I trembled, pausing to trail my tongue behind his ear. "Do you like seeing me without my clothes on, Riddle?"
Laying my quivering hand on top of his, Tom took his other palm and gently glided it over my eyes. shutting them for me instead of waiting for me to oblige to him.
"It would be better if I knew that-" his lips were now attached to my neck, using the hand which he shut my eyes with to tilt my head to the side. "-I was the only one taking them off of you."
His exhales onto my skin were soft and ticklish in comparison with the rough and erotic ways in which his velvety lips treated my neck.
Toms hand, which was tightly clutched onto my thigh, had travelled sneakily past my hip and onto the small of my waist.
He used the hand wrapped around my torso to steady me there whilst he continued to abuse my skin with his lips.
Something that looked to be so soft and delicate being the thing to cause a delightful assault to my neck.
I was now led on the floor of the balcony, it was cold and probably dirty. Yet all of those conclusions were vanished by the anticipation of desire.
Toms large hands rested on the side of my hip, keeping me in place.
He eyed my motionless figure up and down taking his sweet time to do so.
Creating arrangements discreetly to himself, ready to project them lustfully onto me.
