Chained to the Night (18+)

In which night consumes her.

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"Tell me you thought of me even when he was inside of you," he whispers in my ear.

I turn my face close enough where our breath mingles. I scowl at his arrogance, "I would be lying if I said that." The last time I thought about Brax was when my mother and I drove off leaving him behind in our wake of destruction.

He wraps his arm around me from behind and slides his hand down my shirt lighting a path of desire down my body. "You may have not thought of me then but you'll be consumed with the thought of me every time this pussy gets wet; because it's mine," he growls as he lifts my skirt to rub his thumb outside my panties. I'm damp with the feel of my arousal coating the inside of my thighs.

"I can smell you." He continues to rub me while using his other hand to grip my hair, "lilacs and honey." I moan and push myself back against him to feel his hard length.

"Please, Brax."

WARNING: Not for readers under 18. This will be VERY DARK, smutty, and SAD. It is labeled mature for a reason.