𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐌𝐄 𝐍𝐎𝐓

𝘾𝙃𝘼𝙋𝙏𝙀𝙍 1 🔥

➼𝘼𝙎𝙋𝙀𝙉

TW: MENTIONS OF BLOOD, AND ATTEMPTED S3XUAL ASSAULT.

"Drink?" The brown haired man asked me. I nod my head and gave him a little smile.

Matthew Davis. Brown hair, pale skin, light blue eyes, 5'11 and a scar mark on his left eyebrow. I hate him. He's been talking about himself for the past hour now, and kept asking if I wanted more drinks. Maybe he asks cause he knows no one would fuck him if they weren't drunk.

Asshole.

The bartender places my drink on the counter. "So what do you do for a living?" He asks taking a sip of the brown liquid.

"I'm an actress!"

"Really?" He says with a raised eyebrow. "Yep." I said popping the P.

"You?" I ask feigning curiosity. "I'm a business man, I own a few companies here and there."

Lie.

The asshole traffics children and women. "Really? tell me more!"

"I'd love to, but how bout we take this somewhere else?" He says setting his drink down. "Um...okay." I stumble a little and his arm wraps around my waist. "You okay?" He asks with a small smirks he thinks I won't notice. "y-yeah I'm fine." I say stumbling over my words.

"I'll take you to the bathroom." I nod and we are quickly in the secluded restroom. I can still hear the faint sound of the music. And he pulls me in the women's restroom and looks around. "You're so pretty." He whispers as his hands try to explore further. "Really?" I ask softly. "Yeah, such a pretty whore."

I snapped. I detest that word. I grab his face and knee him in the balls. He lets out a groan, he clutches his dick and hunches over in pain.

"Fuck! what the hell is wrong with you? God I fucking hate you whores."

Again?

I kick him in the face and he was now evidently bleeding. "Stop it. Please." He falls to the ground still holding his balls. I crouch down to meet him. "Did you listen to them when they begged for you not to take them away?" I whisper.

I didn't give him time to answer and pulled out my pink knife. I grabbed him forcefully by his collar and brought him up to look at me. "Pourrir en enfer" (Rot in hell.) My knife slices his throat and he grabs it instinctively trying to stop himself from bleeding out. I walk to the bathroom sink and watch his disgusting blood off of my knife. I wipe the spilled blood of of my chin and look for any stains on my black dress.

None. 'Thank god.'

I turn to look at the bleeding body and leave the bathroom like nothing happened. A blonde woman and her drunk friends walk into the bathroom and let out loud screams. I let out a small laugh.

I sigh and walk towards the bar counter and try to focus on the loud music. "Ma'am?" A voice asked. I turned and a woman with jet black hair offers me a tequila. "I didn't order one."

"Oh I know, but that man ordered it for you." She said pointing at the Greek god of a man who was staring at me. "Thank you." I said grabbing the tequila from her and walked towards the man. I Know it's the drinks making me act like this, but then again this man is gorgeous.

"I didn't know what drink you'd like, so I just got you what everyone was drinking." He says. God his voice. It was deep yet so god damn smooth or sensual? I don't know but it's nice to hear.

'Can a voice fuck me?' Shut the fuck up aspen. His dick can though.

I am so drunk.

"I'm r-Roman what's yours?" He says slurring his words a little. "I'm Aspen."

Fuck. I already broke my rule. Never tell people your name.

We talk and talk about lots of stuff I'm pretty sure I won't remember tomorrow. His beautiful smile and his deep dimples show as he talks about his favorite food. I just listen, I had nothing to talk about. His voice was enough for me.

We keep on talking and he compliments me on my braids and my smile. 'I wanna fuck him.'

SMUT! (haven't written before so bear with me.)

Next thing I know my legs are wrapped around Roman' s waist. His hot tongue on my neck and my hands tangled in his hair. He kicks open the door to his hotel room.

"Fuck." He whispers. He throws me on the bed and his eyes were clouded with lust, He crawls towards me and reaches to the desk next to us and grabs a condom. 'Love a prepared man.' He pulls my dress up and quickly opens his jeans, his belt making a noise. I grab the condom and pull out his hard impressive cock (I hate this word.) I quickly roll it on and he tears my hand away and pushes himself into me slowly.

"Fuck, I'll go slowly." He says softly next to my ear. I wrap my arms around him for support as I try to readjust to his size. He pushed himself in and out of me softly. "Faster." I say.

A small smirk crawls up his face and he lifts my legs and put them on one side of his shoulder and his other hand on my ass. He thrusts in harder and I let out a loud moan. "Fuck. Don't stop!" He goes faster and harder. "You okay?" He asks halting. I nod so he could continue.

The room was filled with the sound of our skins slapping against each other and our moans. 'God I love this man'

:)

I woke up to a dimly lit room. My clothes on the floor and a man's arm wrapped around me.

"Fuck." I whisper. I carefully took his huge arm off of me, laying it softly on the bed. I dress up quickly and smooth my braids down. 'He didn't see the knife right?' I walked to door quickly and glanced at the sleeping man again. He is gorgeous.

Sad I'll never see him again.

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