Syn Carnahan thought that the only true darkness around her was in her own head, but after witnessing the horrific murder of her friend, she is pulled into a world that she wished she didn't belong in. A world where every dirty little secret is rev...
I have a real good feeling something bad about to happen
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Fucking Syn was difficult. Not physically, as I would gladly take her in any which way she wanted, and as many times as I wanted to. But, mentally, fucking her was—agonizing. Tortuous.
As if now, my head played every crevice of her body on repeat, her smile tattooed on my soul.
These feeling, these fucking emotions, they weren't gone after I fucked her. If anything, they had been magnified. And fuck, it felt amazing.
I could still feel how hot and stick she was and how hard she clenched around me she as milked her walls with her cum, her muscles clamping hard down onto my cock at her own release, as she tried to bring me deeper inside her. She was a greedy lover.
I could hardly control myself, getting off on the fact they could all hear her screams from outside the door.
When I came in that tight little cunt of hers, I had to clench onto her skin, to keep myself from shoving my cock into every single part of her. Or how I could have Tied her up with my belt, or tie, and listen to her little moans.
With my name coming from her lips, I wanted to fill her with my cum until tears were on her face. She couldn't have children, fuck, that was dangerously fucking news news for me. I didn't know whether to hate or like that. As nothing satisfied me more, then to see my cum leaking down her legs.
We had been both covered in smokes kiss, yet she fucking smelt like me.
She smelt like me as I fucked her and she said my name, and she dug her nails into my skin as she screamed. She was a screamer as id predicted.
The feel of her drove me fucking mad. I so easily lost myself in her body. She was ungodly fucking perfect, and The thought of being inside her again made me fucking feral.
And When she bit my damn neck, drew blood and smiled, licking it up and letting it stain her lips like makeup, I wanted to carry her out into the body of the plane, and let them all see how fucking devious she was.
But I couldn't, I had stopped myself after looking at how soft and delicate her fucking eyes were. How sated and fucking happy she looked despite her pupils practically being in fucking snake slits.
God she was devious. She was demonic.
Mine. She was so fucking mine.
She wants to start from the fucking beginning. Be my girlfriend.
I want her to trust me. I also want to tied her up. I want to fuck her in front of every single person who had even though her name, or thought that she was pretty. Pretty? Doesn't even begin to describe how beautiful she was.
I want to sit her down onto my cock in my office chair and have her ride me blinded, until she couldn't anymore.
I want rough, shattering sex with the woman who eyes me like she's ready for a challenge, willing to handle my bullish, and the woman I will never be able to not want. God she has me fucking cornered like a bitch. Wrapped around her little finger whether she knew it or not. And I fucking hated it. Yet, I will be a dead man, before I see her look at another bastard the same way she looks at me.
