He was such an asshole. An adorable, athletic, cocky, sarcastic asshole. We grew up together, and hated each other for ages. We still do. It's the beginning of our senior year in high school and absolutely nothing has seemed to change. Maybe it never would.

[18+] | smut warning "You're younger." "Doesn't change the fact that you are dripping wet for me." She said it was wrong. He proved it felt too good to care. He's her best friend's cousin. Sleeps across the hallway. Two years younger, and still knows how to make her bend. Moan. Beg. "Truth or dare?" he asks. "Dare." "Then don't make a sound while I fuck you." She said she wouldn't fall. But when his hand wraps around her throat and he growls, "I don't care who touched you before. You're mine now." She breaks.

I put my hands on the bathtub and lean in,she stops breathing for a second and I smile in satisfaction."You're a little jelaous, now you know how I felt when you were eye fucking that waiter"She rolls her eyes at me."I wasn't eye fucking him at all,you just hate when I am close to anyone that's a man"I nod slowly while staring at her lips. "That's right,and do you know why?". "Why?"She asks with arrogance in her voice. "Because from the moment I walked in your house,you were mine, nobody on this fucking planet will have you except me and if someone tries to take you away, I'll die fighting, understand?"She nods slowly,stunned by my words. "You don't have a choice my love, you're mine for eternity,every life we live, we'll live it together,the afterlife we will live hand in hand,and if you don't feel the same way,then I'll prove to you that you should". ««««««««»»»»»»»»»»» 𝐑𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐨,𝐚 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐀𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐥,𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐨𝐬𝐨,𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐢𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐬𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝,𝐬𝐨 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐚𝐥𝐨

✧ ೃ༄*ੈ✩ 𝐈𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫. ..⃗. ☁️ 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐚 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐦. "Why are you always looking down? My face is right up here." He gently held my chin in between his fingers, tilting my head up so that our eyes could lock in on each other. "You're so pretty, you make nervous," I quietly confessed. A blush made its way on both of our faces, making laughter fly past my lips. He's so cute. He shook his head and brought the blunt in his hand to his lips, taking a long drag. I curiously looked up at him through my lashes, secretly wanting to try it. As if he knew what was going through my mind, he gripped my face in his hand and bent down, pulling us closer together. My heart thumped against my chest, begging to be let free. "Uh-" He cut me off by placing his lips on mine, making my eyes widen when I felt him allowing the smoke to blow into my mouth. "Inhale," he instructed. ೃ⁀➷ 𝐀 𝐛𝐚𝐝 𝐛𝐨𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲; 𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫, 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲, 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐮𝐩𝐭𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫. ..⃗. ☁️ 𝐀 𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞.

"When I'm with you, I get the feeling"

"You got three seconds to open this door before I kick that bitch in," a deep voice growled through the wood. Zamara's heart jumped. She wasn't expecting nobody-especially not a man with a voice that rough and mean. "Nigga, who the fuck-" she started, yanking the door open. And immediately regretted it. He stood there like a shadow from hell. Tall. Broad. Tatted. And mad as fuck. A black hoodie hugged his body, revealing a Glock tucked at his hip. "Where. The fuck. Is Kyndall?" he asked low and slow. Zamara crossed her arms over her chest, attitude activated. "I don't know, and I damn sure ain't scared of you standing here mean-mugging like you somebody daddy." A smirk curled on his lips. "You should be scared, ma." Then he leaned in, real close. "But lucky for you... I don't hit women. I just fuck 'em crazy and make sure they don't walk right for three days." Her breath caught, but her mouth didn't. "Boy, please." "You gon' be sayin that from my bed soon. Watch."