His ocean blue eyes were the only thing I could see in pitch darkness. Flashing me a cheesy grin as his eyes devoured my body, the parts he could see. I couldn't belive I was doing this. I didn't know him, he didn't know me. Only the fact I was eighteen and he was twenty-two. Leaning closer I could smell mixture of cigars and vodka coming off his breath as he breathe next my nose sending me into a daze. His hand traveled hungrily up my thigh reaching my chin cupping me hard. "Your mine." He growled.
That couldn't be bad right?
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Behind her make up(Ongoing book)
Mystery / ThrillerYou painted a perfect picture, Like a beautiful storm, Blue and purple paint splash horrible on her arms, Swollen double in size cherry lips, Purple lines you put there a thousand times under her eyes, Plead a thousand times you would never leave an...
