Blind to his relentless gaze, Ciauna moves through her day, unaware of the noose tightening around her. It only took one glance-just one-for Obeye to decide she would be his. From that moment, he watched from the shadows, his patience unnervingly steady, biding his time and savoring the anticipation before he struck. By the time Ciauna feels the shift in the air, a chilling prickle at the back of her neck, it's far too late. He has her now, ensnared in his grip, forced to bend to his every dark whim-no escape, no turning back. But the worst part? A small, unyielding part of her doesn't want to resist him at all. ________________ As I reached the edge of his desk, his hands gripped my hips, the sudden contact making me gasp. His touch was firm, almost painful, as he spun me around to face the floor-to-ceiling windows that overlooked the city. "Look out there," he said, his breath hot against my ear. "See all of that?" I nodded, my eyes blurring with unshed tears as I took in the twinkling lights of the cityscape. "That's your world," he whispered, his grip tightening. "And I control it. Now, bend over the desk."

"You really think I'm out here giving this dick to anybody else, beautiful?" She swallowed, watching my hands go to my zipper. I smirked, leaning down, dragging my fingers up her thigh, over her soaked panties. "Look at yourself in the mirror, Jade."

"I know ma. Stop fronting. Tell me you miss me." He kissed her in between his words, in love with the way her brown eyes dazed. "I miss you. And your mouth tastes like pickles." She spoke softly, a smile taking over her face once he laughed. "You wanna taste it again?" He stuck his tongue out at her, and she closed her eyes after sucking it into her mouth. She cradled the side of his face, rubbing over his prominent jawline as the kiss deepened. Dayvon's hands went underneath her tank top, breaking the kiss for a moment to get it off. The way he rubbed on her body made her moan again, missing the feeling of his hands on her skin. He hadn't touched her intimately in so long. She'd missed him.

Ana and Dre's story❤️

There's always a hand in the darkness, don't grab it.

𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐞, 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐦

𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐚𝐦 𝐢 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐢 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐲𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟? - 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐎'𝐬 𝐮𝐩 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐝, 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐎 ' 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤. 𝗲𝘀𝘁: 𝗳𝗲𝗯.𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟭 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗽𝗹𝗲𝘁𝗲𝗱: 𝗷𝘂𝗹𝘆.𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟭

"All my feeling and emotions are bottled up"

"𝘐 𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘢𝘯𝘥, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦, 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘥𝘳𝘶𝘨𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥, 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 , 𝘐 𝘢𝘮 𝘢 𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘭𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶." - 𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘦𝘳 a street romance ❤️