John Kramer | FORBIDDEN DESIRE (Book1)

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Note: Suicide Attempt and slight smut, the author can't help it 😔

I was walking that night, coming home from work. I was upset, kicking out the pebbles on my way. The neighborhood were so quiet and only some of them had a light on.

I continued to walk, minding my own business when this car almost hit me but luckily I ran to the other side and it crashed on the light post. The car lost it's control and I saw a person on the inside.

I immediately rushed at the sight and tried to help in any way I could. The windows are broken and the man inside were bleeding, but thank god he was able to keep his eyes open.

I opened the car door and I undo his seat belt. The old man were groaning in pain, he tried his best to breathe with me. Staring at me with his hands trembling.

Once I'm done, I wrapped my hand on his back and we immediately get out. The sight was scary and it's started to get horrible when I noticed that there's a smoke coming out of the engine.

I tried my best to hold him, he could still walk but he needed some support. We went to a house and hid behind it, the car immediately explodes and the fire come up next.

I exhaled harshly while catching my breath, the man was sitting quietly, his back pressed against the wall.

"I... a-almost.... run... over... you" he said while clutching himself, his face were pale and his t-shirt was covered with blood.

"Take... me... to... your.. house" he said and then he lost consciousness.

I screamed in panicked as I checked for his pulse and realized that he was still alive, his body was just in a worse state.

_

I couldn't even feel my legs, I was so tired but scared to close my eyes. This man's life is in my hands.

I tried to clean his wounds and patched him up. I was not an expert but I have a knowledge when it comes to first-aid.

I carefully move up his shirt, so that I could get a better look at his body. I can't help but to feel concerned about him, his lips were pressed tight and his muscles were so tense.

I brushed my hands on his skin, he was cold but I know that soon my hands will warm him up. I caressed him, feeling a heavy attraction towards him.

He looks older to be my grandpa, I'm not supposed to be doing this... it feels so wrong.

I admire him, his lips were thin but it was red like roses. The smell of his body, like a sweet, sandalwood lingers in my nose.

I shaked my head as I breathe out, trying to think straight and do not sexualized the man in front of me.

Calm down, y/n...

And then I quickly get off his lap, I noticed that I'm messing things up. He had his thing hard and it was making stuff, more complicated.

Enough of this bullshit, y/n... just get him dressed up and let the man-rest!

I get up annoyed by myself as I went towards the cabinet and looked for a loose t-shirt that will fit him.

I was feeling awkward while putting on a new brown shirt, I really tried my best not to touch his skin because it burns me.

"My... head... hurts" he murmured while groaning.

I looked down, shocked when I just finished dressing him. He was looking at me in a serious way.

My hands were on each side of his head and my bottom on his groin. We were both surprised and that's when he hold my hips in place.