"I hate you." My voice cracks as I tell him. His feet stop at the door. I clutch the bedsheet tightly around my chest as he turns around with an emotionless face. "Then there will be a lot of hate fucking between us." A smirk curve his lips as his green eyes rake over my body with the heat of conquest. Hot rage flows...
Hate was deeply buried into his eyes-- and you know what Nyx did? Out of all the options she has? The options of walking away. To hitting him back. To fighting or yelling or make a scene or arguing over this pitiful arrangement. To just let him win. To give up. Well, it wasn't any of those. No, she took a step closer...
His whole life, Augustine D'Silvetta has felt absolutely insane. Crazy. Off the rocker. Having a couple of screws loose. No matter how anyone phrased it, Gus has felt that way. He felt that, because of how ridiculous he was, because of how absurd and silly and stupid his mother made him feel, that he could never find...
❝Come on beautiful, how long are you going to pretend that I'm not the reason for that❞ His eyes glide down my body and stop at my thighs that had mindlessly pressed themselves together. "When you stop pretending I'm not the reason for that" I gesture towards his legs this time, his thighs parted and the hard erection...
"I am the textbook definition of in love with you." *** Jazz Red has had a life full of love; his parents taught him how to value himself, his siblings taught him how to stand up for what he believed in, and his family has taught him what it means to matter to people. He has people in his corner, there for him and rea...
𝓞𝓷𝓰𝓸𝓲𝓷𝓰... "He went down on you, right?" He whispered into my ear, and an embarrassed blush creeped onto my cheeks. "W-What?" I stuttered. "You know who I'm talking about. He ate your pussy out, didn't he?" He placed his chin on my shoulder as my body chilled. "Kylen-" "Answer me, I can tell, the hickeys al...
✥ The Mob Boss & His Therapist ✥ [part one/ unedited] BEING EDITED FOR FURTHER PUBLISHING Rafael Rossi, a glass like fragile Italian mob boss, who has sworn to never let anyone on his demons that have only resulted him post traumatic stress disorder. He had one promise, to make those bleed who have made him bleed and...
He was very angry. He was looking at me like he wants to either rape me or punch my face. "I can expla- " He cuts me off. "You have been a very very bad kitty. You have no idea what I've been through." His grip on my neck tighten suffocating my food pipe. "Strip." The word brought me out of the electric shock. "Wha...