Unhinged

Unhinged

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Sat, Sep 28, 2024
She walks in with trench coat and heels, face well done and hair cascading down her back, straight into the kitchen. He follows her with his eyes thinking to himself "what is she doing?". He continues to watch as she comes back out with some bowl strawberries in one hand and one chilled bubbly champagne in the other. She slowly places them down on the floor at his feet and stands to her full height again looking down at him with hooded eyes. He leans back muting the movie he's watching and studies her under the sexiest pair of lashes. With unhurried movements she starts undoing her trench coat still watching him trying to gauge his reaction. When the coat drops he growls and she shivers. She has ropes tied in all the right places. Not as tight as he would've wanted but they're all the same. She sinks onto her knees before him, eyes down and palms on thighs. With a voice quiet but husky with want she says " I am here for your pleasure. Use me."
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'You see this hair? You can't imagine how many times I've imagined it wrapped in my fists while I fuck your tight, sweet pussy,' he stated, his voice deep and inviting. And gosh, if words could fuck, I'd have an orgasm right now. My breath hitched, and I could feel my chest rising up and down. God, so he thinks of fucking me too? My cheeks reddened as I imagined him pounding into me. 'Do you want me to fuck you, hm?' he asked, his hands twirling my hair, then moving to the curve of my ass. ──── ୨୧ ──── He watches her like a sinner craving salvation- but there's nothing innocent about what he wants. Niccolò Romano isn't her brother. Not by blood. Not by law. But sharing a house with your childhood best friend turned cold, silent, six-foot-something heartthrob? That's dangerous. Lenora walks around in tiny shorts and soft tank tops, driving him crazy-and maybe she knows. Maybe she wants him to snap. And when he does, it's not sweet. It's intense. Possessive. Obsessive. He shows up in her room at midnight, voice low, jaw tight, telling her no one gets to touch her, look at her, or even think about her. Because she's his. And he doesn't care who finds out-parents, campus, or the entire world. Off-limits? Too late. Forbidden? Way past that. Once Niccolò lays his hands on her, there's no undoing it. No hiding it. No going back. She was never his to want- but now that he's had a taste, He'll ruin everything just to keep her. Living under the same roof, Lenora must decide if she can resist Niccolò's pull-or surrender to the past and passion that bind them. 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐑/𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐄 : ❥ mature/sexual themes/smut ❥ alcohol references ❥ language ❥ mild violence ❥ obsession ❥ tension started- May 1st , Finished June 11th Copyright all rights reserved

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