HIERARCHY  [h.s.]

HIERARCHY [h.s.]

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"Let's get one thing straight, sweetheart, I don't play for anyone but myself. I don't play for the money. I play to get ahead, to show lowlifes like yourself that I am and always will be on top. The best." With every hollow click of her heels and the shifting of her position around the pool table, the boy grew in rage. She had no reason to talk to him the way she did. Her smirks were degrading, the way she stared at him while saying the most sickly things that could come out of a persons mouth made him want to do the worse and then some. But if he had an escape, he would have been gone years ago. So, with no choice, he parted his lips, cleared his dry throat and spoke in a jagged voice. "Is it too much to ask of you to tell me what these plans are?" His words were dripping in caution as he was more afraid of upsetting her than anything. But all he was met with was silence. Hard eyes and silence. She leaned forward, wrapping her slender fingers around the adjacent edges of the table with her jaw clenched slightly. Finally, the words he feared came to life, leaving her lips in a slow monotonous voice. "I want you to get rid of that pretty girl you always have on your arm. She's dead to me, and she should be to you as well. Get rid of her on your terms or she goes on mine." And just like that, he could feel the heavy weight of a trigger pushed against the pad of his index finger, blood pooling around his feet while the echo of a body hit the floor in seconds. [COMING SOON]
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*Caution* SEXUAL CONTENT "So what do you need help with?" Harry asks. "I was lying I don't have homework just leave now." I demand. "No. And if you don't have homework.. Why don't I help you turn that groan of yours into a moan." He says and then comes close and whispers into my ear, "But remember you got to keep it down.. You parents will hear." "You are so rude." I say stepping away from him. "Oh am I?" He asks. "Yes you are. Leave my room. I don't feel comfortable with you in here." I tell him. He steps closer and closer to me as I step back. I reach the wall and look him dead in the eyes. "Well.. Babe.. You can't make me leave." He says. "Don't call me babe." I say. "Sorry babe." He smirks. I just give him the death glare. He leans in and I immediately know what he is doing. "Get away from me!" I say putting my hand on his lips pushing his head away from me. He chuckles, "Now now babe." "Don't now now babe me." I sass him. "Being sassy are we?" He asks. "Yes. I am." I say. "Well.. I suppose we will continue this later.. I would rather make you wet when your not sassing me." He says smirking. "Your not making me wet!" I say to him. "Well babe.. When I kiss you so rough and nibble on your sweet spot to make you moan my name. And when I feel you up and massage your boobs.. I guarantee you'll be wet. And after my first thrust of me going into you.. You will orgasm. If not I will go harder and rougher till you scream my name and have the biggest orgasm you'll ever experience." He whispers into my ear. That sent shivers right down my body. Ok maybe I'm a little wet now.

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