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...
*I recommend playing waves acoustic by Dean Lewis as you read this chapter. I listen to it as I wrote it. Just hit diff you know.
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"The whore finally following orders."
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— Narrators Pov —
"Draco."
Mariah had said it so softly, so sweetly for his ears to digest. Mariah's shoulders were up, pushing themselves into Draco's hold. However, once his name made its way off of her tongue...she relaxed.
Yet her face displayed one of slight confusion of what she just did. Why would she do such a thing? Do as he says. Say his name for his own delight.
A moment passed with a silence of irony that echoed, and this moment there was a whole Scribble of thoughts words and sentences Draco could've said to her.
He felt them. Undoubtedly.
He just didn't know where to begin.
Mariah observed Malfoys face covert from one of stress to a smile.
A smile of sincerity- one that she hadn't seen before.
It wasn't a smirk. His face was not smug. Just something genuine of him,
A smile.
There, Mariah stood in something that could be perceived as an enchantment.
This new way in which this boy presented himself.
She gazed at him in awe. Not sure what to do, but amazed at what both her and he had done.
Mariah blinked and her breathing returned normal. One breath at a sustainable pace. Yet still a reciprocating pace as the boy in front of her.
She shook her shoulders to brush of his hands on her, "what's gotten into you?" Said Mariah in now recollected normality.
She pushed him away gently and turned to face the door, her back profile displayed at him instead.
She could not see his reaction.
"Nothing-" his breathing had quickened. The oxygen is taken in interrupting himself. She could hear him walking over to his bed.
Turning around, Mariah caught him with his hand wrapped around the brown poster of his bed. His fingers squeezing down on the wood in mild anger.
