The Shade's Of You. | ✓

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Sophia

“Time?” I scoff.

He and I both know that we didn't need any time and even if we ever did need it— it wasn't his decision alone to make, he wasn't the only person in this relationship.

I get that we were young and we still are young so being in a committed relationship would have been hard, on him, but that wasn't his right to decide to throw our relationship away like that, like it never belonged and never lived.

“I wanted a do over.” I confess and he stares at me, confused. “When you asked me to look at those pictures and I refused. It wasn't because I believed it fully and completely— no, it wasn't like that at all. I wanted to start off fresh between us— no parents, no plans or enemies, just us. It's all I would have ever wanted, for us to be at least somewhat normal. Like everyone else but we aren't that, we aren't like everyone else, we're us, both fucked up.”

“Baby, I—”

I shake my head no and look away from his now guilty expression, he never gave me a chance to explain then and he had acted distant, I had thought he had gotten tired.

But his letter had said otherwise, of course, how would I have known that he was playing a game of who fights for who. If I had known, I would have fought for us— like I did when he left. I had wanted us to be happy together.

Love and I have never been close but when I met him, I knew that I would fall in love with him, it was inevitable.

I didn't know all the in's and out's about love but I was willing to try it anyway, completely blanking my mind from my parents love story because it had been tainted for me.

“Do you still want to keep Charlie for the next weeks?”

“Yeah. . .”

I nod my head, ignoring the way his gaze burns through my skull and then flickers down to me hand, he smiles.

“Engaged?” He quirks an eyebrow up.

I glance down at the silver shiny ring on my finger and smile to myself at the memory when I had gotten it.

“I am actually.” I say, voice dripping with confidence.

Something flashes past his green orbs but his goes as quickly as it came and I can't pin point the exact emotion— still he nods his head and  clenchs his jaw, I admire it.

I chew on my bottom lip and his eyes darken, forcing me to release the lip. “Is Luca here with you?” I question.

It's the first time he looks away from me, forcing his attention on something else so that I don't see the hurt cloud his eyes but I know and sense it already by the way he stiffens at his thirds name leaving from my mouth.

He nods his head again, nor verbally answering me and I understand why. “Well. . . Uhmm, could you tell him that I would really like to see him?” I ask, suddenly hopeful.

Kings eyes snap to mine and I swear if we were animation, I would see his face turn bright red and smoke leave his ears and nose. He is fucking fuming as he takes a big step toward me— reaching out and yanking up my wrist, his hold is tight while he pulls me to him, gritting his teeth.

“Rather that fucker than me?” He growls, glaring, and his other hand latches onto my chin, lifting it up to his face.

I glare up at him, even though this body burns with raw and passionate need for him, I keep my glare steady.

This is dominance and it looks and feels absolutely ravishing on him and if we were together then at right this moment, I would have asked him to bend me over and take me— like a beast that he wants to be, with and for me.

It was weird on how much I liked this side of him, the roughness and pure sex that radiated off him when he was like this, demanding attention and taking control. It makes me fucking burn and water in all the right places.

Just for him, only and always for him.

Oh god. I feel the inter hoe wanting to come out of me, wanting to break free. I wanted him to fuck me.

“Don't you dare look at me like that, love.” He growls.

He releases my chin and trails his hand down, slowly wrapping it around my throat and squeezing, lightly.

“Like what?” I murmur.

He growls a warning, throaty growl at me and releases my wrist from his hold. He uses that hand to outline my parted lips and he smiles to himself, it's so dark.

“I'm going to make you come to hard when I finally get to fuck you again.” He groans and I shiver at his promise.

His thick finger slowly eases its way into my opened, panting mouth, slowly thrusting in and out— while I tease him with my tongue, swirling around his digit, knowing full well we shouldn't be doing this but I couldn't care about it.

“Is that a promise?” I whisper around his finger.

“Fuck yes.” He grunts, keeping his gaze locked on my mouth and his finger slowly moving inside of it.

I move away from him, again, pulling myself from his tight grip. I smirk to myself, that was hot as fuck. “Well, mighty King. I can't wait to have your thick cock inside of me.”

He obviously didn't expect me to be so vocal with him because his eyes darken and swirl with hunger— me voicing out my thoughts is something new. I'm no longer shy about what I want, not that I've been talking or fucking anyone else. He is the only person I would speak like this to— he has this thing about him, bringing my confidence.

I sink my teeth into my bottom lip and he groans at the movement, of course, this would still affect him.

“Stop it, amante.” He suddenly snaps and I gasp as the suddenness. “You can't push me away and want me to fuck you at the same time.” He states. “Tomorrow, be ready, we're going on a date, to be normal.” He finishes.

“D— date? I didn't say yes to that.”

“You don't need to say yes because you're coming.”

My eyes widen at his double meaning statement, a red blush paints my cheeks, my god this man is a devil.

“Oh and Sophia?” He calls.

I lift my head back up, frowning. “What?”

“I can't fuck you with my brother sleeping next to us.”

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Do you guys have any pets? ^o^

Also,

What changes do you expect to see in Sophia? Besides her confidence and strength and love?