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Ongoing, First published Oct 13, 2020
Mature
"We both know we are going to ruin each other" He whispers against my ear, and as soon as I feel his hot breath on my skin I can feel the chills taking control of my body.

"You really think you can ruin me 'baby'?" I farrow my eyebrows as a smile escapes from my lips, the words come out in mocking way, which was exactly what I was going for. 

"For sure little devil" he said, and I can feel him smile against my neck.

"Yeah, okay let's see" I whisper in his ear, biting his ear lobe. I take the opportunity of him processing my words to walk away.

Let the games begin...this is gonna be fun.


Athena is a 21-year-old but, do we actually know who she really is?
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