Andy pov.
I was angry. No, I was enraged.
How dare he play with me like this. How dare he string me along only to leave me in the dust for a 'better offer'? He disgusts me.
I hate him.
I could feel my fists clenching and unclenching at my sides, begging to be useful. Weather that be in punching or ravishing, something needed to be the outlet for my pent up anger.
I have offers, people who helped me when I went through this, when my daemon wanted to come and play. But I didn't just want a mindless sub bending to my every will. I wanted it to hurt. It didn't register at the time who would be in pain, them or me, but I also didn't care. I wanted to leave someone so broken after that they'd be begging for more of what they hated.
More of me.
Who though.
Ashley might be a good fuck. He's still morning over his ex, it would be easy to break him. I can imagine it now, running my hands through his long hair, gripping it, pulling it. Making him scream out in pain and pleasure, not quite shore witch one was more powerful. He's a screamer. I can tell. Ill have to keep him in mind but I cant be bothered to gag him, he would only infuriate me at the moment.
Jinxx would be...fun.
Id love to be the one to corrupt those innocent blue eyes, to see him tied up with a bleary look on his face, dazed from the pleasure I'd give him. He's never been with a guy, I can smell it. Never mind a 'monster' as he so... fondly, refers to us. He's so naïve, id love to be the one that shows him I am one, but in a way he'd like.
The self hatred that would come after, it wouldn't be enough though. I'm an addict, and he's just to logical to supply my fix. He'd find reason in it, and ruin my fun.
The only ones who would give out enough self hatred were CC and Alex. Witch one though...
I could have either in my bed within seconds. The halis over, but I never really needed it to attract someone anyway.
They would both hate themselves, and after that passes, me. But I think there protests might stop after say... there 8th orgasm?
I could feel a vicious smirk find its way onto my face.
Yes... he will be perfect.
CC pov.
What the fuck is wrong with me.
I need to choose and I need to do it soon. Alex knew nothing of my ' relationship' with Andy, he was blissful in his ignorance. If word gets back to Andy that we, erm, fucked for lack of a better word, I don't know how he'll react.
He's very possessive, he doesn't like sharing his affection. I'm not saying he's spoiled or anything, its just as if he needs a constant reminder that he's doing good. He's almost like a child in that way. I don't know why he needs it, but he doesn't ask for much, so the guys and I pamper him with attention and approval when ever we get the chance. Its amazing how a quick pat on the back or a "well done Andy!" can make his whole face light up. My phone has at least a thousand pictures of him on, but the only ones where his eyes aren't ice blue are the ones where he's being showed with praise, then you can see just a hint of gold behind those oceans.
Fuck... those eyes.
They'll be my downfall. Looking into them its like a little bit of heaven got was absorbed into his soul. Even the angels couldn't compare. And when they blazed... not the sun set nor the sun rise could compare to the beauty and hope that emitted from them. I don't know the reason behind his eyes, but I'm not going to force him to tell me.
The slamming of my bedroom door ripped me from my thoughts, my eyed darted to the noise to see him standing there. Clad head to toe in black, his long hair falling over is face, bright golden eyes barely visible beneath the thick strands. He looked like an animal. One side of his mouth tipped up in a mix between a confident smirk and a snarl. He looked stunning, deadly, but stunning.
I watched in passive shock as he stalked towards me. I couldn't seem to take my eyes off his as he leaned to me, capturing my wrists in one hand and placing them above my head. His grip was tight. I'm not shore if it was to the extent of bruises, but it was close. It hurt, but I was entrapped with the feel of his breath, tinged with the smell of tobacco and mint, caressing my face. His was inches away, but I couldn't move. my breath was held in anticipation as I felt him lean in close, so close. His chiselled jaw encased in procaine smooth skin, pressed against mine. My heart fluttered.
His voice, smooth honey, curled into my ears.
"You played with me, you toyed with my emotions. You lead me on Mr Mora. Now... its time for me to play with you."
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Weathering The Storm
Fanfiction'He's very possessive, he doesn't like sharing his affection. I'm not saying he's spoiled or anything, its just as if he needs a constant reminder that he's doing good. He's almost like a child in that way. I don't know why he needs it, but he doesn...
