𝘿𝙖𝙮𝙫𝙤𝙣 𝘽𝙚𝙣𝙣𝙚𝙩𝙩: A dark, possessive, and dangerous feeling slithers through me every time 𝙎𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙖 𝘾𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙚𝙧 crosses my path. She is my 𝙤𝙗𝙨𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣. I desire to love her and destroy her for anyone else, making her solely re...
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"I lost 10 grand to Skilla last night in a Poker game."
I announced. Dayvon's lips curved into that maddening grin of his—the one that somehow made my pulse race and my blood boil all at once. His hands gripped the steering wheel, his inked veins catching my attention.
He didn't look at me immediately. Instead, he adjusted the rearview mirror with an air of exaggerated calm. When he finally turned to me, his locs swung lazily over his face.
