Behind His Mask
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Last published Sat, Nov 4, 2017
The atmosphere around us began growing heavier with the darkness of his anger, the pungent odor of death wafting into my nose. I clutched the knife tighter until my knuckles began turning deathly white. His black eyes were filled with rage as he took a step forward, extending his hideous and holy black wings towards opposite walls. This just made him more intimidating, not to mention his sharp canines jutting out from his now pale lips.
An inhuman snarl left him and in a flash, he had my wrists in his rough hands and knocked the knife across the room. He walked us back until I was pressed harshly against the wall and leaned down to my ear, growling lowly.
"You're mine and mine alone, do you understand me?"
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"Please," I whisper. "Please what?" There was no mercy on his face not even amusement. "Make me come." The belt still between my legs, If he moves just a little faster, Im there. He kisses me again, keeping his rhythm. "Theres only one way to get It." He hummed. Silence fills the room and I shudder against the belt, remembering what he said first. "You want to break me." I nearly sobbed out. "I've already broken you." His eyes are like trickling fire, a light brown with specks of green In them. "Now, I'll put you back together." He's right, I can't think of anything else. "Please-Please spank me to an orgasm." It's not normal, It's not healthy to need this badly. If he doesn't stop this. I'll die. Only raising the belt slightly higher than before, he lets loose on the belt, harder than before. The lashes come one after another, dead center, shooting spirals of sharp pain. Im jolting with each strike. 𝐓𝐡𝐰𝐚𝐜𝐤! I loved It, I needed It. ⏞⏟⏞⏟♥︎⏞⏟⏞⏟⏞⏟⏞⏟♥︎⏞⏟⏞⏟ Adora is an assassin consumed by the desire to avenge her father's death. For years, she's searched in vain for his killer, haunted by the memories of that tragic day. But when she meets Enzo, everything changes. Mr. Grey, a powerful and intimidating figure, becomes her boss-and soon, a pivotal part of her life. Together, they navigate through danger, betrayal, and passion, until the shocking truth unfolds. "It's all an illusion." ⏞⏟⏞⏟♥︎⏞⏟⏞⏟⏞⏟⏞⏟♥︎⏞⏟⏞⏟ This is my first time writing a story like this, and I truly hope you enjoy it! I'd love to hear your thoughts, so feel free to share them. Just a heads-up: I don't include warnings for mature content, so expect a little mystery in each chapter!
Mate Pull
Bang! I sat bolt upright. Did I imagine that? That noise? What was it? I clambered out of bed and almost fell down the stairs with the panic that had set in. My front door was wide open but nobody was there, the wood was just swinging in the doorway allowing the cool breeze in my house. What if somebody was already inside? I hopped over the living room sofa, to climb the stairs yet again and as I made it to the landing I was thrown into the wall. My body pinned against it with a muscled form shadowing mine. A hand placed over my mouth silenced my screams that I was too scared to let out anyway. "I'm not going to hurt you. Just don't scream." It was Colton. His husky voice was a distinct reminder that he was my mate. The tingles that spread through my body made me hate but love the entire situation. I want him closer. "You don't run away from me, understand?" I nodded, he was really close to me and my wolf purred for him to be closer. I pushed the thoughts to the back of my mind as he slowly removed his hand. "What do you want?" I demanded, making the futile attempt to shove him away though he didn't move an inch. "I want what is mine." He replied with a low growl that sent chills up my spine. My back was still pressed firmly against the wall and I think I was in shock to move. Though I felt safe which made me feel sick, how could I be safe in the presence of him? "No." I walked downstairs and into the kitchen. "No?" He repeated my words back to me and I boiled the kettle for a cup of tea. My mum said tea fixes everything, then again it never fixed her relationship. "You heard me." "I heard you clear. I'm just making sure you're happy with that answer before I make you regret it." Colton advanced forward, pure dread taking over my body at the size of him compared to me. He leaned forward so his lips were against my ear and with a soft tone he whispered. "Are you happy with that answer?"Complete
REVERiE - the man with whiskey
"Well, whatever you do, I'm sure it'll be great," he said, his smile lingering. "You deserve to have an amazing time." His words made me blush a little, and I was about to reply when I felt that familiar prickle on the back of my neck. I glanced toward the corner, where Mr. Whiskey Guy was sitting. Only this time, his gaze wasn't just lingering. It was burning. His eyes were locked on Mark, sharp and intense, and for the first time, I felt a real chill. There was something different about him now, something I couldn't quite name, but it sent a ripple of unease through me. I was about to look away, when he slowly shook his head at me, his eyes burning with something that looked closest to anger. It looked like a warning, and I froze, staring back at him, as he tiled his head, watching me intensely. The fuck? "You okay?" Mark asked, his voice pulling me back to the present. "Yeah," I said, forcing a smile. "Just got a little distracted." Mark nodded, his expression softening as he leaned a little closer. "Well, if you need a break or want to chat, I'm around." He reached out and lightly touched my hand, his fingers brushing mine for just a second, but it was enough to snap me out of the moment. Because across the room, I heard the sharp scrape of a chair against the floor. I looked up, my heart skipping a beat. He was now on his feet, his jaw clenched so tightly I could see the muscle twitch. His eyes, dark, angry, met mine for the briefest moment, and I swear the air in the room thickened. He didn't say a word, but it made me feel like I fucked up big time. Without a word, he stormed out, the door slamming behind him with a bang that made everyone in the bar pause for a second.
Badass Rogue
*Extract from Badass Rogue* I aimed for his neck but he turned me around, tangling his body with mine. Frustrated, I elbowed his face and I backed the fuck away. "Give up?" He asked quietly, his heavy breathing echoing. I scoffed. "You're fucking kidding me, right?" "I don't want to hurt you." I watched him as he spoke, I quietly chuckled at his pathetic attempt to make me lose. "Fuck you!" I ran to him with my exhausted leg and used my strength to push him back. He caught me and threw me to the ground, causing a enormous pain to travel through my back. I pulled his body so he fell to the ground, he pushed me away and turned our bodies so I was facing him. I writhed in my spot, attempting to get away from his grip. "Don't move." He demanded. Before I could answer, his lips were on mine. -Editing + wrote this ages ago so it does have many problems with it, not my finest work I have to admit so be warned.Complete
C'est La Vie
*** "Wanna know something funny..." He whispered as he leaned into me, His lips brushing gently against the shell of my ear, his warm breath sending a shiver throughout my body. His voice sounded deeper than usual, with a hint of an accent that I hadn't noticed before. And still, each word that passed his lips felt like silk covered barbed wire wrapping around me; trapping me to him. Loosening the tight grip he had on my hair, he gently pulled my head up from the ground and rested my body against his. Grabbing my chin and tilting my head back, he brought his eyes back to mine, controlling my body without saying a single word. I was unaware of what he was doing but before I could even react, he was covering my mouth and nose with a white cloth. I couldn't even think to hold my breath, as it was already too late, the Chloroform was already working its way into my system. My vision began to become fuzzy and I could feel myself slipping into darkness as my head fell back against his chest. I felt him press his lips softly against mine, using his hand to cup my head to hold me steady. Just before I lost consciousness and everything went black, I heard him whisper, his lips just barely brushing against my own, "I'm nothing like him...I'm a monster" ***
BELLADONNA
Time seemed to slow as his gaze traveled from mine to my lips, his expression softening with unspoken words. It was a fleeting moment of connection amidst the laughter and playfulness, a silent acknowledgment of something unspoken between us. "Can I?" he whispered, his voice barely audible but filled with longing. Instead of answering verbally, I leaned in ever so slightly, a silent invitation reflected in my eyes. The air between us crackled with anticipation as our lips hovered just inches apart, poised to bridge the gap between desire and reality. ♡ ₊ ˚ •¤ ‧ ₊ ✧ ‧₊ ༉ As I stand poised with the knife at their throat, the air crackles with tension, thick and suffocating. It's a battle of wills, a silent struggle between predator and prey, each locked in a precarious dance of defiance and determination. But the figure remains silent, an impenetrable wall of stoicism in the face of my interrogation. Frustration boils within me, driving me to press the blade deeper against their throat in a desperate bid for answers. ♡ ₊ ˚ •¤ ‧ ₊ ✧ ‧₊ ༉ They say "Even devil sits back and take notes when a woman takes revenge." A story of a woman who has turned the whole city upside down and who's name is like a prohibited act because if you speak ill of her she'll make sure to grab your throat and who knows what deadly wrath they will face.Complete
"Please," I whisper. "Please what?" There was no mercy on his face not even amusement. "Make me come." The belt still between my legs, If he moves just a little faster, Im there. He kisses me again, keeping his rhythm. "Theres only one way to get It." He hummed. Silence fills the room and I shudder against the belt, remembering what he said first. "You want to break me." I nearly sobbed out. "I've already broken you." His eyes are like trickling fire, a light brown with specks of green In them. "Now, I'll put you back together." He's right, I can't think of anything else. "Please-Please spank me to an orgasm." It's not normal, It's not healthy to need this badly. If he doesn't stop this. I'll die. Only raising the belt slightly higher than before, he lets loose on the belt, harder than before. The lashes come one after another, dead center, shooting spirals of sharp pain. Im jolting with each strike. 𝐓𝐡𝐰𝐚𝐜𝐤! I loved It, I needed It. ⏞⏟⏞⏟♥︎⏞⏟⏞⏟⏞⏟⏞⏟♥︎⏞⏟⏞⏟ Adora is an assassin consumed by the desire to avenge her father's death. For years, she's searched in vain for his killer, haunted by the memories of that tragic day. But when she meets Enzo, everything changes. Mr. Grey, a powerful and intimidating figure, becomes her boss-and soon, a pivotal part of her life. Together, they navigate through danger, betrayal, and passion, until the shocking truth unfolds. "It's all an illusion." ⏞⏟⏞⏟♥︎⏞⏟⏞⏟⏞⏟⏞⏟♥︎⏞⏟⏞⏟ This is my first time writing a story like this, and I truly hope you enjoy it! I'd love to hear your thoughts, so feel free to share them. Just a heads-up: I don't include warnings for mature content, so expect a little mystery in each chapter!
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