"Together we interwine but love isn't the only thing that matters. You're my shade of black, infinite and endless."
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For a man who has demons dark and dangerous as night, a man so sinful and brave, someone who is worse than the demons that roam his...
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My mouth is gaping and my eyes are widen into huge saucers, I stare at him in utter shock and I feel my something inside of me tighten.
“W—what?” I mumble.
I stare down at the hard ground, my eyebrows furrowing and my heart racing as my mind starts playing of different scenes and then I scoff, of course, this is what this whole thing is, how can I be stupid? To even think that a guy like him would even remotely like a girl like me.
“Okay.” I say, breathing out deeply.
I quickly move my hands away from his and stand up, dusting myself off and moving away from him. I stare down at the path we just walked up and sigh.
“What are you doing?” His voice stops me when I start to trek down the long pathway but I ignore him, I focus on the trees around and while silently forcing myself not to cry.
He is exactly like what I said he would be, just another boy, in this case, just another man but that doesn't mean it hurts any less. I can't believe I tricked myself into thinking I liked him, that he liked me. That is stupid. I am stupid.
I sense King behind me before I feel him.
His hand grabs my elbow and yanks me back towards him, he turns me around and presses my back gently against the nearby tree, trapping me once again.
He frowns when he notices the tears in my eyes, “Why are you crying, Amante?” He softly murmurs and slowly runs his thumb underneath my eyes. “I'm sorry if I gave you the wrong impression back there, trust me, that was not my intention.” He carefully explains.
I innocently stare up at his green emeralds and suddenly I'm not sure where I get my confidence from, “So you don't want to—to fuck me?” I ask.
King groans and shuts his eyes. “Sophia,” He grunts, pressing himself more into me and I gasp. “I want to, fuck, I want to fuck you so hard but—” I cut him off.
“But you won't because I'm not the girls you're used to?”
“Fuck, stop, I—”
He stops himself, still leaving me confused but I feel so hot and needy right now that I couldn't care less, this feeling of wanting someone, him, to touch me in ways that I haven't been touched before is so strong that it burns me.
His hand drops from next to my head and grabs my hand, he slowly aligns it against his self and I gasp, eyes widening up at him in shock.
My hand is pressed against his hard bulge in his pants and I go red faced at the feel of him and at how big he feels underneath my little hand, god.
