I couldn't resist him anymore.
With every growing night, he grew closer to me. He started far away from me from the other side of the room as we smoked... he didn't say a word.
Now he sits next to me, his breath lingering down my neck as his hands roamed me freely without a word. He'd laugh at every sound that left my throat- as if he thought I was a joke. As if I was nothing but a plaything to him.
At this point, let me be a plaything to him.
''Tomorrow night... if you dare to come here. You'll be screaming from the rooftops. God and every being will hear you. Tomorrow I will be the monument of each Sin you have.''
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Eight Nights |Book 3
RomanceEight nights. That's all it took. It only took you eight nights for you to completely strip me bare, pulling every unconfessed Sin from my bones. Climbing into the depths of my soul without remorse, pulling and tearing away at the seams of my frag...
