❝𝐈 𝐰𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐢𝐟 𝐈 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞.❞ I gasped, squeezing the sheets of the bed. His long fingers entered me, making me close my eyes as I soaked in...
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["Demon to some, angel to others."]
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Yi's knife was pressed against his neck while her eyes were riveted to his. He looked surprised, but still grinned. But Maria, she looked like she was going to stick a knife in his throat at any moment and sever all his vocal cords. I have to admit, I like this.
"You can remove the knife, beautiful." I said calmly, enjoying the show.
"Why? You said there was no one and we were alone." Her voice is sharp as the blade shes holding, going deeper and deeper into Yi's neck.
I grinned. "Then watch out. He's dangerous."
Maria squints her eyes at Yi, like she's checking him out but not believing. "Are you sure? He looks a little dump."
"Hey! In my defense, it's because of my face. I may look sexy and innocent, but I assure you, I'm very dangerous." Yi answers as he places his hands against the door.
Petrova quickly slaps Harper's cheek, leaving a small red mark. Yi looks at her, a bit surprised.
"Hit her." I told Yi, but they both know it won't go well.
"I can't hit a girl." Yi argued, rolling his eyes.
Maria turns her head and hits him once more on the other cheek. "Why not, I already hiting one."
I laugh, shaking my head. She looks so cute while trying to be dangerous.
Yi bites his cheek as he measures her from head to toe, and then licks his lips. That pervert-
"You know, when you cut my throat, make sure you clean my blade well. I don't want 'Tòngkǔ zhī rèn', to be dirty." Maria looked at him for a second and then at the knife she was holding on his neck.
"I have the same knife at home." she smirked.
"Yeah? I have some from Carlos Garciano, too. Smart man he is." Yi continues and I feel like a third wheel, again.
Will she fuck him like Zareh?
What the fuck is going on!?
Petrova flinches and lowers the knife away from Harper's neck, placing it in his hand. The two of them look at each other a little longer, their chests almost touching.
"Well, I don't know you. Will you tell me who you are?" she asks, still looking at Yi.
My blood is boiling and for some reason, I want to push them away from each other, pinning her against the wall as he watches. Jealousy? I don't think so, but he needs to know that she is my partner, not his.
