Deva || 18+ Mature

Deva || 18+ Mature

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**Warning || This story includes sexual and mature content. Please do not read if you're under 18** "You probably don't want to be looking at me like that." I warned. "Or I'll get too attached." She growled in response. "I most definitely do want to look at you in any way that I please." She said angrily. "I'll have you know I won't be letting you get away from me." My eyes widened at her words. "So you can try getting rid of me... but it won't be working anytime soon." Instinctively, she buried her face in my neck letting out a purr as she nuzzled into me. She moved her legs to straddle me. My arms wrapped around her she felt tiny in my hold. I felt her canines against the skin of my neck. "You're mine!" I all but came at her words but managed to put some distance between us. "Hey." I grinned down at her devilishly. "All this domineering talk of being mates... and I don't even know your name." She laughed at that. "Deva Escondido." The Spanish lilt when she gave me her last name made goosebumps go up my arms. I kissed her cheek making her smile so prettily. "Lovely to meet you, Deva." I purred her name and she shivered in response. "Jett Da Silva, at your service."
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I struggled and lashed out at him hoping to cause some, any damage at all that might allow me to escape, instead his grip tightened and a whimper escaped without my consent. His touch burned, or at least I imagined it burning, sizzling my skin until it was burnt to a crisp. He clawed down the back of my dress, shredding the lace fabric to bits as if it was paper, it floated to the ground like confetti, I looked at it in disgust, as if it was celebrating my exposure. The cold air of the store room nipped at my bare back, contrasting between the burning fire his touch inflicted. I felt sick. He was now shoving himself closer to me until it was impossible for me to move. I could hardly even breath. I was seeing red and I couldn't even do anything. I felt so helpless. Tears welled up in my eyes and they threatened to spill. I shut them tight wishing I had just stayed at home. Suddenly the pressure released. I could breath. Once again I was shocked and didn't know what was happening until I opened my eyes and saw the rogue getting up and looking to my right. I hadn't even noticed the large figure standing protectively next to me and so I was staggering away from him too. Power radiated from him making me feel safe and scared at the same time.

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