Sinister Tragedies

Sinister Tragedies

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I woke up drenched in sweat, tears streaming down my face and me frantically shaking and shivering, I looked up to see something move behind my curtains. I knew something was looking at me, I eased my body up being careful not to fall. I felt it starring at me, I turned around and jumped into my bed frantically covering my self with my comforter. I paused and waited, I didnt hear anything for about 3 minutes, I began to cry and shake out of fear. I felt 2 strong hands grab me and I screamed having the covers wripped from over me and I looked over and saw him. Relief flew through my body. I jumped into his side and began to quiver and shake. He just held me, knowing the routine. ~~§~~ This story will have sex, drugs, death etc. strongly cautioned not to read if you are not into that kind of stuff. dont read my book if you're a wimp.
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**** WARNING*** this book contains graphic details of sexual content and assault and is not appropriate for viewer's under the age of 18. Reader discretion is advised! **You have been warned!** He's my obsession now, a drug I crave, and I his. I freely give into the madness, the place he takes me, and I willingly go to forget, forget about how crazy my life is right now, a place where sadness and fear do not exist. The high, unlike anything I've ever felt. Our tongues dancing passionately in rhythm with each other. His finger twisting in my hair pulling, teasing me, the prickling pain part of the high. Our bodies pushing and pulling together like magnets. I rake my finger nails up his back, an animal like sound rough and primal slips from his mouth. I'm naked, sprawled across his bed. Already two orgasms in. He tells me he likes the way my body trembles beneath him. "I'm going to wreck you now Ambrosia." His voice is rough. My inner muscles clench painfully at his words. He spreads me open and slams into me. I moan into the mattress my hands stretched above me; he holds them together as he makes good on his promise. His movements slowly becoming harder, faster, he bites down on my shoulder, the pain quickly forgotten as his lips kiss a trail to my neck, he reaches under me and pinches my swollen clit. His hand fists my hair forcing my head up. "Follow me." His voice is like honey. My body obeys clenching his shaft tight. "That's it." He whispers My body starts to spasm, an orgasm coming up fast until I can no longer hold onto reality, I eagerly let it slip from my fingers until I'm floating. This is what I crave, he is my drug.

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