A Romantic Gesture

A Romantic Gesture

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"I always said I'd find you, didn't I?" He's keeping his voice light and airy, but I can detect the venom beneath his false smile. I need to run. "Now now, you don't have to be scared of me," he chides softly, taking a step towards me that turns my very blood to ice. I can feel my heartbeat quickening, the familiar terror he has instilled in me returning after two years. I can't speak. My whole body is frozen, muscles tensed beneath my skin, my breathing shallow and terrified. His hand closes around my wrist, and for the first time since he showed up again, his megawatt smile falters. "We have a lot to talk about." __________________________________________________________________________________ Hanna Johnson has been running from her past for the last two and a half years. She's still licking the wounds of her previous life and trying to assemble a new one when she shows up to her apartment late one night to find it filled with ominous red roses. A note left at the scene reveals that someone from her past has found her, despite her best efforts to change her whole identity. Because of this, Hanna is sent down a dark path to escape her previous life, and the dangerous people from it, once again.
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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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