Cigarettes and Assassination
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Dernière publication ven., juil. 12, 2024
"The Devil is real and he's not some little red man with horns and a tail. He can be beautiful because he's a fallen angel and he used to be God's favourite."
His wickedly deep voice engulfed the small space, and despite the physical toll it took on my body, I only grew more defiant.
"Let go of me you fucking-" Rough fingers adorned with rings shoved their way into my mouth before i could finish my sentence. Luka's satisfied smile suddenly became all I could see as he shoved me against the cool tile, rubbing his thumb gently across my lower lip.
"Calm down lamb, I just want to look at you," Luka drawled as he held me in place against the wall. His other hand held firm on my waist, fitted against me as if it had always belong there. As if I had always belonged to him. At the sight and silent message of domination I began to bite down hard on his fingers. That'll show the cocky ass.
Luka only tsked at me as he moved his hand up and slowly pried my jaw open, inching so close I breathed in his natural leather and mint scent, a tinge of smoke lingering within it. Despite him interrupting my meal I smiled at the taste of coppery blood that coated my teeth and lips. So I had drawn blood. My nemesis's eyes zeroed in on me, going completely still as I licked my lips of any remaining red splotches.
"You're a fucking heathen," Luka laughed, his confident voice contrasting with his entranced gaze before ruining me with the end of his sentence.
"If you think you have any chance of escaping me after this lamb, you're dead wrong," Everything went deathly still as I took in his last promise, "I'm not done with you yet."
A lion toying with it's prey before savagely devouring it.
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