Passion, Trust and Ice dust

Passion, Trust and Ice dust

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Yuuri Katsuki was only nineteen when he met him, he felt as if he was the one. Yuuri had never been in a relationship before he met /him/ so he didnt know what was right and what was wrong. Everything seemed so wonderful at first, he would bring him flowers, take him out, make him feel happy again but then came the shattered glass, the insults, the screaming and the tears. It felt as if he could never be happy again. One cool November night, there he was..celebrating his birthday lying beneath his "lover" as he had his way with him. Yuuri had gone numb at this point, staring at the ceiling with emptiness filling him when he heard the door creak open. As he was at the hotel he felt his heart race, knowing it had to a customer and he would never hear the end of it from his boyfriend. His eyes snapped to the door, although his vision was blurry...He knew that face.. Holy shit...That's Viktor Nikiforov.
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𝗕𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗼𝗻𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘄𝗶𝗳𝗲 =========================== He walked in and locked the door. "The only time you talk in this whole fucking week is to a little boy?" He walked towards me and started to remove his blazer and undoing his pants. "What are you doing?" I asked strongly yet I was internally trembling. "Fucking you" And with that he grabs me, turns me around, grabs my hands and pushed me down the table behind me. Before I could process, he lifted my dress, and in a second his dick entered my surprisingly wet pussy. He wasn't sweet at all. He was harsh and I tried to not moan so that I don't embarrass myself in front of others and so that he doesn't hear a voice from me. "The way people looked at you pissed me off so fucking much" I held on the table sides as he was ruthless on his thrusts and I started to cry at the pleasure and humiliation that was building up. "I just wanted to remove everyone's eyes" he said and I cried more. His thrusts were so hard that my legs lifted from the floor and were in air, my pussy was at the mercy of his dick. He bends over me and I felt a tear in my dress. He removed my hair from the back, and whispered, "Scream out loud, don't hide those pretty little moans from me, let others also know to whom does this pussy belong to" ======================== ||FAST PACED BOOK||

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