❝𝐅𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧, 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥❞
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"I'm here, because I couldn't stand it. You being so close," he pushes a strand of hair behind my ear, "yet so far. You're beautiful. You're pretty, smart and so attractive."
I hold my b...
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I carry Nikita, over my shoulder.
"You can carry me like a normal man, you caveman. Everyone's staring. Oh my! What if my friends see-"
I don't respond, and she sounds like she's enjoying it.
And I'm angry.
What made her think it was a good idea to dance with fucking Daksh infront of me?
Maybe she wants him to die. Which half of my friends also want.
Actually everyone except from Shravan wants him dead.
Nikita stays still on my shoulder, and seems a little too complaint.
"Aren't you unwilling to come with me?" I ask, pointing out her lack of resistance.
"Oh yeah, I'm supposed to not want this." She says and then clicks her mouth shut when she realises she said it out loud.
I flip her to my front so that her legs wrap around me torso, straddling me, and her face, which is red from wither being hung over my shoulder or from the sexual tension, stares at me while breathing heavily.
"If you wanted me to fuck you, you just had to ask, instead of parading around and dancing with that parasite." I say.
"Oh comeon you had to feel that I wanted to be fucked."
"How am I supposed to feel your sexual needs, Angel?" I ask.
She bites her lips and says, "You're just, you know, supposed to do things without me asking."
I brush her long black hair away from her eyes- it was blocking the view to those perfect emrald orbs.
"I'll remember that from next time." I say, with a smile, a genuine one.
"Good." She says and lays her head on my shoulder whilst I carry her, and then I say, "But you still shouldn't have gone around that fucker. You knew there'd be consequences."
"I want the consequences."
She'll kill me one day. I'm sure.
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I throw her onto the bed, not gently. She bounces a little and looks at me with seductive smile.
I'll wipe that smile off, till she's crying and writhing from pleasure.
I climb onto the bed and hold her throat gently and she bites her lips. She's just making this difficult for herself.
I push her throat to the bed, making her immobile with me over her frail little body.
