Kylen's Mocha Doll

Kylen's Mocha Doll

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Kylen Amato was psychotic. It was the only word that could describe it. He enjoyed the feel of taking someone's life and he he didn't need a reason to do it. He didn't give a damn about anything or anybody but his siblings. That changed on a night out with his siblings. It was the first time he had laid eyes on his doll. He wanted to own her, possess her and he was going to do just that. He took what he wanted, no questions asked and she would be no exception. His only word for her was, Mine. Sutton Cross was a technical genius. She graduated college at the age of nineteen and went into business with her best friend, who was more like her sister. She was quiet and shy, finding it hard to talk to and trust people. However, one faithful night after celebrating a completed job, she comes across a young man that roused something inside of her. Making her want to talk to him, trust him. Even if his eyes told her that he was beyond trouble. ~~~ "K-Kylen." Sutton stuttered out as he picked her up and placed her back against the wall. "Sshh, Doll. It's okay." She wanted to believe him, but the last boy she had believed had stripped her of her virtue because he wanted to be able to say he was the one who had done it. Kylen could see the fear in her eyes and for the first time he actually cared how someone outside of his siblings felt. He leaned in and kissed her lips. "I'm not that fuck boy, Sutton." He told her. "I'll be here when you wake up in the morning." He promised her. "I-In t-the morning?" Sutton questioned confused since it was only six in the evening. "The morning." Kylen confirmed with a smirk. "Because Daddy's about to fuck you to sleep." He told her before slowly sliding into her.
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Ashton Amato was laid back. While he wasn't one you wanted to try, he was more lax than his siblings. Having a bit more patience, which was probably why he dealt with his families employees. That didn't, however mean that he was a pushover and he was quick to make an example out of anyone who tried, to show others where not to over step. One night while out with his siblings, he spotted a honey skinned vixen at the bar. She was different from his normal type. Simply because she was taller than what he normally went for, but that added to his attraction to her. She was incredible and the only word he could put to her was, Mine. Korrae Sims was independent. She didn't need a man for anything and she let it be known each time one approached her incorrectly. But while waiting for a friend one night, she saw one of the finest men she had ever seen and it threw her for a loop. She had never been attracted to white men before, but this one had her rubbing her thighs together. The look in his eyes, spoke to her. Told a story of what he wanted to do to her. Not liking her reaction to him she vowed to ignore him the rest of that night, knowing she would probably never see him again. However, it seemed that fate was not so kind to her and she began to see him everywhere she went. ~~~ "Why can't you just leave me alone?" Korrae questioned. "Because you don't actually want me to." Ashton responded. "I don't like you." "You're such a bad liar, Little Vixen." Ashton responded licking his lips as he eyed her up and down. Korrae took a step back, intent on turning and walking away from him. However, he reached out and grabbed the front of her shirt and yanked her to him. Before she could say anything he had molded his lips to hers. After a few moments he pulled away. She whimpered in displeasure. "You don't like me, Little Vixen. Remember?" He spoke against her lips, before pulling away and turning to leave her standing there, in the dressing room of her boutique.

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