blackmafiastories
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- Parts 13
"Look at me.Get a real good look. Because that's all you'll ever get."
I blew the smoke from his blunt right back into his face...slow, deliberate, sweet little smirk curving my mouth...and then lowered myself onto his lap.
His jaw flexed.
Hard.
Eyes burning into mine like he wanted to snap my neck.
Cute.
I leaned in until my lips almost brushed his, my voice low and sugary, the kind of soft that slices deeper than yelling ever could.
"I don't give a fuck who you are...
what you do...
what you own..."
My gaze dropped to his holster.
"...or that little toy gun you carry around like an accessory."
His brows tightened-just a twitch-but it was enough to make me smile wider.
I dragged a single nail down his chest, slow.
Then whispered in his ear:
"It'll be a cold day in hell, Mr. Grey...before I ever allow you to fuck me."