Kat And Her King

Kat And Her King

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Mon, Mar 25, 2019
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"WHAT IF HE FORCES YOU TO BE HIS?" He looked angry, extremely angry. He growled and squeezed my waist so tight I was certain he was gonna leave a bruise. His beautiful baby blues were flashing dangerously and his mouth tipped up into a menecing smirk. He looked feral and completely uncontrollable. I guess I know just how to rile him up don't I. Well if I die I guess it was my fault after all. He grabed my chin in one of his hands and gritted his reply through his teeth. " Kat, you're fucking mine." ------------------- There not together so why does he act like he owns her? Kathryn has had enough of Damon, the notorious bad boys ways. He has threatened all the guys that have ever been interested in her and even gone as far as to lay his fist on some, just so his message was clear.He parades his one night stands and yet she isn't allowed to date anyone? Well, she's had enough so what happens when she lies to his face and tells him she has a boyfriend? To add fuel to the fire this so called boyfriend is non other than Damons older hot brother who he hates, with a passion.
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"You're just too much fun to mess with," he jokes, his smile transforming into a glowing smirk. My cheeks heat, but this time with anger. My tolerance has worn completely thin. "Would you let me go?" I ask spitefully. I feel like a broken record. He pushes off of the desk and takes a step back. Before I even realize what I'm doing, I slap him square across the cheek. Shock is plastered on his face, and I'm sure it is on mine too. I stand there in awe of what I just did. It was so sudden I'm not even sure I decided to do it but rather my indignation controlling me. Steadily, Damon's face morphs from shocked to entertained. I immediately regret my action, but I'm not completely stupid; I race for the door like there's no tomorrow. "You'll regret that!" I hear Damon yell as I'm running away. ~Sugar, spice, and everything nice~ A story about drama, sarcasm, love, and twists, with a little bad boy guilty pleasure mixed in between.

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