"I don't share," he growled right into my ear, his heavy breath hitting the base of my throat. "I'm not yours." I hissed back. He stepped closer, a smirk appearing on his face like all he was feeling at this moment was amusement. My patience was thinning because he never tired of testing it all the time. "As long as...
"Smoking is bad, you know." The placid voice speaks up from the distant dark corner, nothing to see but a tall silhouette and an orange glow of a cigarette cherry. "It's the least of my problems," I murmur with my own between my lips, proceeding to feel the stagnant debris valley my throat when I suck delicately. He...
New York City. The city that never slept. Beautiful, albeit flawed. Like him. 18 + MATURE CONTENT • SMUT CHAPTERS: 6, 8, 9, 12, 15, 18