If you were to mention her name in a locker room, or in a girls bathroom, you would always get the same look and smirk sent in your direction. Because she was an urban legend. Someone people told their younger siblings about when they wanted to brag about how awesome it was to be a teenager. The details and the ending...
Kidnapped; by one of Britain's most wanted. Stuck; in a mansion with 15 "dolls". AKA, "Daddy's little girls" and each and everyone has an individual reason to be there. And now it's Keegan's time to pay a visit, insisted by yours truly. Britain's most wanted: Harry Edward Styles. "Daddy's home!" The door creaked open...
By reading this story, you automatically have a one way ticket to hell. See you there kittens ;) Disclaimer: This story contains, rape, bdsm, and lots and lots of smut. If you don't like that, I suggest you leave. YOU'VE BEEN WARNED I do not allow any translations.
I'm not as fragile as you think. Don't tug my hair. Grab it. Don't graze your teeth along my skin. Devour me. Bite down until I cry out. Then do it again. Don't caress my throat. I want to feel your fingers wrap tightly around it. Feel my pulse hammer into your palm. Feel the breath short in my chest and that little...
