How does the saying go again? An enemy of my enemy is also a friend. You could say the Oscars and the Tangs have an interesting history, but what's more interesting is how one simple mistake could lead to bigger consequences. Zinizi only wanted to p...
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The next morning, I found myself still ensnared in Itirit's embrace. My attempt to extricate myself was met with resistance as he pulled me back down, holding me tighter against him. His lips traced a path from my shoulder to my neck, igniting a tumult of conflicting emotions within me. His kisses sent shivers down my spine, I couldn't help but berate myself for my own foolishness. I knew deep down that Itirit desired only my body, yet I had allowed myself to be lured into his grasp once again. The warmth of his touch was both comforting and suffocating, a constant reminder of my own vulnerability. Lying there, trapped in his embrace, I wrestled with my inner demons. How could I have been so blind? How could I have allowed myself to be so careless with my own heart? The morning sunlight cast a soft glow over the room, highlighting the tangled mess of emotions that threatened to consume me.mIn that moment, I knew I had a choice to make. I could continue to succumb to the allure of fleeting desire, or I could find the strength to break free from Itirit's hold and reclaim my sense of self-worth. The path ahead was uncertain, but one thing was clear—I could no longer allow myself to be a pawn in his game of seduction.
"Where are you going?" Itirit says as he continues marking my neck. I didn't answer him. I just couldn't; there were no words I couldn't think of that would express my inner turmoil. I wanted nothing more than to forget about everything that had happened between us.
"Stop trying to leave hickeys on my neck; they are unwanted just like you," I finally muster the courage to speak, my voice trembling with a mix of anger and hurt. With resolve, I turn in his arms, pushing myself away from him. But Itirit's hands, like vices, quickly find my waist, refusing to let me slip away.
His touch, once comforting, now felt invasive and suffocating. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest as I struggled against the conflicting emotions swirling inside me. Anger, frustration, and a deep-seated sense of betrayal threatened to consume me. But as I stared into his eyes, I saw something flicker beneath the surface—a hint of vulnerability, a shadow of regret. For a fleeting moment, I wondered if perhaps he too was grappling with his own demons.Yet, despite the turmoil raging within me, I knew I had to stand my ground. I couldn't continue to allow myself to be manipulated and used. With a steely resolve, I pushed against his grip, determined to break free from the chains that bound me. The air between us crackled with tension as we stood locked in a silent battle of wills. But at that moment, I knew one thing for certain—I would no longer allow myself to do this again. I refused
"What's wrong? Last night you wanted me, and when you wake up you're a different person." Itirit asks sounding very worried, but I knew he wasn't even genuine when trying to sound concerned about me. All he cared about was getting his dick wet.
