urdarlingbae
'I don't want sappy love confessions, I want a new pair of Louis Vuitton's.'
Katarina wasn't a nice girl. Not just 'not a nice girl', she was a fucking piece of work. Owning it was always her motto, along with retail therapy with her friends.
With money, looks, and a charming smile on her side, her life was free and easygoing.
'You are a petty, selfish, manipulative, undisciplined psycho bitch-'
'And you are just a man.' I say, 'You are an average, lazy, boring, cowardly, woman-fearing man.'
Enter; a group of men who were dead set on owning that free spirit, and took the challenge of taming Katarina to heart- and to the bedroom.
(A/N; will make a better description later on in the story)
MATURE CONTENT!!!!
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My toes curl against the sheets, back arching as he continues to finger my pussy with his eyes fixed on my face.
"Good girl. Good fucking girl Katarina. Just like that, just a little more."
"I can't"
"Yes, you can; I bet you can. I bet you can come again for me." -