Poison And Roses

Poison And Roses

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The Seven Deadly Sins
TW; Sexual trauma, sexual themes, language, abuse, and violence I sat with a notebook and pen in my hands. My leather chair reflecting the light coming through the shades. I looked at the woman before me. She has been seeing me for months now, and I still don't understand how she can be 200 years old. My patient didn't look over the age of 25. Her long brown hair and dull blue eyes. Her face mask covering the scars of trauma. Through the months she has been seeing me, I still can't understand how she managed to make it this far. To make it to my office. The first month here, all she could mutter was that she was the roses, while he was the poison. Even now, she has not explained to me the meaning, nor has she explained to me who poison is.
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CAUTION CONTAINS MATURE CONTENT. "Say it, Allison," he said, his voice low as he trapped me against the rough wall. A shiver ran down my spine, his voice pulling at me, the power in it making me want to do anything he asked. I shook my head, afraid my voice might betray me. His teeth lightly grazed my neck causing a sigh to get past my lips. I could feel him smile against my skin. He knew he was going to get what he wanted one way or another. I tried to slip away, but he grabbed my wrists, pinning them down tightly. He pressed his hard body against me. I was aware of every inch of him that was touching me. "Don't think you can just leave. We're not done yet." My stomach tightened at his words, the desire inside burning for him. My damn body at war with my mind yet again. He slid his hand up to the edge of my shorts, slowly working it's way up as his mouth trailed small nips from my neck to my collar bone and lower, stopping only when he reached the fabric. I could feel my resolve weakening as his hand reached its destination. "Say it," he demanded. I moaned, my head tipping back as he moved expertly. I wanted to say it then, I really did. But if I said the words, there was no going back. ***************** Allison Cole has just turned seventeen. Most girls would be excited, but she doesn't see it as anything special. She can now find her mate, wherever he is. But she doesn't put much stock in mates or true love. How could something like that be predetermined? Things only go from bad to worse when on that very day she discovers who her mate actually is. Will Allison be able to overcome her bleak thoughts about mates and accept hers? Or is the man bad enough to make her run away? Caught between her body, her mind, and what's best for her pack. Allison must make her decision. Is it worth it?

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