"Under the morning view, I look at you and see the stranger, the complete danger of loving you."
― Shann Tajiah, Scraps of Love: Poetry from the Darkest Night 1997-2010
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"NO!"
She ran away from him as fast as she can, but he managed to catch her, trapping her in between his masculine arms.
"You will wear this," Aron waved her dress. It was too revealing for her taste, but Aron wanted her to wear it to the ball tonight.
"I said no! It's too revealing!" Dawn yelled, she never worn such dresses. She was partly insecure about her body. Her parents have been telling her that she's too fat, even though she already has the perfect body a woman would ask for.
"I swear if you don't wear this dress right now, I will torture and make you scream instead," he threatened,
"Go ahead! Kill me, Hurt me all you want, I ain't wearing that dress!" she persisted,
"Oh babe, I won't hurt you. I'm going to make you scream in pleasure until your body can't take it, I'm gonna eat you out until you can't even orgasm anymore and I can do that all night," Aron grinned, while Dawn's mouth dropped.
Dawn's virginity just got threatened, she had second thoughts if he'll do it though. In all honesty, one part of her mind is begging her to disobey him and let him deflower her, but one part was saner and told her to get the dress and save her virginity.
"I hate you!" Dawn yelled while taking the dress and going under his arms to ran to the bathroom to take a bath and change.
Aron smiled as he won that battle, as he was going to sit down on Dawn's bed, he passed by a mirror, and as he looked, he saw his reflection.
'Am I smiling?' he thought, she was bringing out a part of him that was hidden from the world, hidden even to himself.
This should be a great night.
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Within the venue, all sorts of men and women filled the room. All of them are involved in Aron's business, mainly his company, and partly the illegal one, or the mafia business.
They call themselves "The Civello", the most dangerous mafia mob in the country, even yet the whole world.
"Mr. Aron Than, and his lovely fiance, Dawn Brooks" An announcer spoke, causing everyone in the room to turn their hands to see their boss and the mystery girl their boss brought.
Aron held Dawn's waist as they walk down the big fancy stairs. All eyes were on them and Aron walked proudly as he brought his future with him.
Aron wore a blood-red tuxedo that matched Dawn's dress. He looked like a God in any clothes he'll wear.
Dawn was dazzling in every angle, her body fitted perfectly in her rede dress. She was like the goddess. The slight movement she did, made Aron turn on, he could not help but want her more and more.
A lot of young women envied the girl for she had stolen their chance in becoming the great Aron Than's wife. The dream of every girl in the room.
A lot of men examined Dawn's figure and lust was visible in their eyes. Aron noticed this and was angry for they dare lay their eyes on his treasure, but war is most certainly not good for now. It would scare Dawn more than she already is.
Dawn was nervous, anxious, and insecure at the same time. Her dress not helping her calm herself at most. He saw envious women and lustful men, what did I get myself into? she thought.
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Teen Fiction"If one falls, we get hurt" she reminded, "If one falls, we stop." she closed her eyes, gulping, as he locked her in between his masculine arms. "Do you want us to stop?" his rich voice rang to her eyes, his eyes filled with hope for her response. ...
