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𝐅 𝐈 𝐅 𝐓 𝐘 ~ 𝐓 𝐖 𝐎 ★

If you don't have a degrading or a knife kink, this chapter is not for you <3😀

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✼ N E V A E H ✼

Mine, he said between each kiss, and bite, being sure to leave marks. My hands went straight to his hair as I began to tug at it, pulling him even closer to me. "Atlas, querido, don't start something you can't finish." I warned the beast in front of me, ready to devour the first thing he set his eye on- which happened to be me. What a ca-wink-a- dink. 

"Who said I can't finish?" He mumbled against my-now- marked neck. My pussy got even more wet at his words. "It's you we should be worried about." Atticus remarked proudly. I bit my lips as he said that.

Good thing he can't see what I'm doing, I thought. As if he could read my mind, he slapped my ass, for however many times he's done it tonight, but harder than the prior ones. "Don't think I don't know that you bit your lips" He warned.

He stopped his assault on my neck and looked up at me again. We stared into each other's eyes for what seemed like forever. "Can I kiss you, amore?" He asked, breaking the silence, but never our eye contact. His eyes averted from my eyes to my lips and to my eyes again. 

"Ye-," Before I could finish my sentence his strong hands grabbed a hold of my neck choking me but not to the point I couldn't breathe, while bringing me even closer to him as his full, pink lips met mine in an urgent manner.

This kiss was more intense than our first one. With lust filled manners and heavy breathing. He sucked my bottom lip as he nibbled on it then slowly bit on it. Hard, now, I'm pretty sure I was bleeding. I moaned as he did. We continued our kiss, as I tugged on his hair and his hands creating friction on my inner thighs. The taste of the scotch he had earlier lingering on my lips as I savored it.

The kiss was strong and passionate, as if there were many things that needed to be said and done, but weren't. It only felt as if they were in this moment. In this kiss we shared. Every time he touched my body, I felt like I was on fire. The fire ignited in me as I continued to go deeper into the kiss because I couldn't get enough. He then slid his tongue onto my lips, asking for an entrance, which I didn't give to him. 

That wasn't until his hands went under my shirt and were on my boobs, squeezing both of them simultaneously while pinching my nipple between his two fingers. I moaned into his mouth, allowing his tongue to interlock with mine as they met in a constant battle for control.

I let him win of course, like the generous person I am. My hands went down from his hair to his jawline and then to his pants. My fingers grazed over his abs, his defined V line, and his exquisite tattoos. I lightly traced over each and every one. I traced over the freshly inked ones he got and I was too caught up in a haze to look at them. My fingers went back to his V line, dancing around it. 

"Estelle" He moaned, his lips never leaving mine. My name rolled off his Italian accent, beautifully. I hummed in response.

If my panties weren't wet before they sure as hell are now. I continued teasing him through his pants. Cupping his dick. He grunted at my actions as I smirked. I unbuckled his belt and he lifted his hips so I could remove his pants and I grinded on him slowly.

A moan leaving both of us as he took my pants off along with my shirt while still kissing me with just as much intensity. He stopped removing my shirt when it reached my wrists and tied it using it as bondage. Leaving me in nothing but my thin red thong and him in his grey boxers.

I stopped for a moment to catch my breath. "We can't, Atticus. You're hurt." I remind him since he's seemed to forget and now so did I. He's now made me this sex crazed slut for him.