Ruthless Game (h.s)

Ruthless Game (h.s)

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"I don't do relationships. " I murmured against his lips, my small hands tugging at his plaid shirt. "Me neither. But I can't stay away from you." He mumbled, leaning me against the wall. "I guess we have to try and stay away from each other..." My voice tired and out of breath. "Mmm. Or be friends. With benefits..." He growls, taking my lower lip between his teeth. "Mm... Fine. But the first person to fall in love... Loses..." I spoke breathlessly, pulling away from him, only to lean our foreheads together. "Game on baby.." {{WARNING: If you're not comfortable with smut or mature themes, go away. Thank you. ;*}}
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"You bastard! Let me go!" I screamed as soon as the gag fell from around my mouth. "You know I can't let you go, as I've already explained multiple times before, you're my mate." He explained patiently, while he walked closer and touched a strand of my dusty blond bangs. "No! I'm not you're friend."I gashed my teeth at him, trying to look menacing, but failing terribly when he chuckled and carried on stroking my hair. If it was not for my hands being tied up behind my back, and my legs being cuffed to the poles in front of me, I would have already clawed his eyes out, and kicked him where the sun does not shine, then I would have made my escape, but unfortunately for me I did not think that will be happening any time soon. "Not friend;mates. Mates, as in soul mates" his melodic voice was just above a whisper, and his lips where inches away from my ear. I looked at him, as if he had lost his mind, because even if I was not a shrink, I knew he should be diagnosed-crazy. "You're mad, you need some help-" Hi there, I'm Blair. Maybe I should start my story from the beginning, of how me; a average nineteen year old girl with daddy issues, ended up being kidnapped by a crazy guy, who believes I'm his soul mate, and he also thinks he's a werewolf-crazy right?

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