❝Violet tell me to stop and I will ❞ the feeling of his soft lips igniting flames throughout my body, my lower half becoming warmer every second I felt the delicacy of his touch. "Enzo" I couldn't bring myself to say stop simply because I didn't want him to. I wanted his hands roaming over my body while he held my neck thrusting into me. The erection I feel on my thigh made my mind wonder off. Pinching my hip I moaned lowly when he hooked my legs around his waist. "That's not telling me to stop amore" removing my shirt over my head his lips latched onto my swollen nipples, my hands shot in the softness that was his black hair. "Tell me what you want" "Fuck me Enzo" ᥊ 𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐓 needed the money to pay for her mother's expensive treatments, dancing for a man like Enzo wouldn't be good for her and she knew this. He would be the chaos in her life but she was too addicted to it. 𝐄𝐍𝐙𝐎 understood the consequences it would bring if he got involved with Violet more than what she already was, that was his dancer and nobody else's. 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐓𝐖𝐎 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐎 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 ❦ Highest Ranking! #1 in cocky #2 in passion

Macabre was from the hood, she definitely wasn't used to the finer things. But after being kicked out of her home in Cincinnati, Ohio by her mother, she would soon see the other side of life.

𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗶 𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘄𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗵𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗲𝗻 𝘁𝗼 𝗺𝗲 𝘀𝘁𝘂𝗱𝘅𝘀𝘁𝘂𝗱

Read it it's pretty good...🤍

" 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘥. 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘴𝘵, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵. 𝘪'𝘮 𝘧𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘪𝘯' 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦. 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦, 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘩 𝘪𝘵. " - started oct. twenty - twenty

Reece averted her eyes to the wall, shoving her hands in her pocket. She sucked in a breath. A thousand thoughts, if not millions, raced through her head. Rezzy was facing the window, she sat there with her legs crossed...her left hand was fidgeting violently while the other was gripping a tablets container. She slowly squeezed the container, the lid popped off flying to the other side of the room. I curiously looked at her. Her hair looked so soft, her hair didn't have much curls like mine it was mended together creating an afro. I always imagined running my hands through it. Taking my hands out my pockets, I slowly opened the door further making a creaking sound. I slipped in through the little space I created, going further into the room. I heard her whisper words that I couldn't quite make up. I stopped exactly behind her, placing my hand on her shoulder so I could pull her around. I lightly pulled her shoulder, I looked down at her forearm and what I saw literally shattered me. Placing my other hand on my mouth, trying to compress my gasp. A tear slipped out. Rushing to the drawer, I scrambled around looking for bandages. Rushing back to Rezzy, I tried taking her arm to stop the bleeding. She pulled it back, still looking straight ahead. I looked at her quizzically, " Give me your hand so I can help you." I said softly but sternly. She stopped mumbling and looked my direction and not out the window. She looked at me, a tear slipped out and is was like a punch in my stomach. "Why do you care?" She spat out.

Kinda inspired by Beyond the Lights Start: March 9, 2022 End: September 9, 2023 *None of the pictures in this book belongs to me*

inspired by : "pedestal" + "the window next door" written by @-oldschool

This story will be stud4stud‼️ So, don't play yourself and read it if you know you not with it‼️ When you place someone on a high pedestal, you're bound to be disappointed. But just how disappointed do you need to be to stop glorifying them? cover by - @omoovoxo - updated weekly