Ivy Bathory
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I trace my index finger along his jaw, feeling the smooth softness of the sharp line. He shivers at the touch, trying to dissolve himself into the bookshelf at his back
"The first time we met, you didn't seem to like me." I said painfully slow, and far more distracted by something enticing.
He's full thick lips press into a tight anxious line. "I-I didn't say that."
"You didn't have to." I step in even closer, finding myself at just a suffocating inch distance from him. Warmth and the scent of lavender engulf around me.
He licks his lips nervously, running his tongue wetly over them and causing my gaze to drift down with the heat of unexpected thirsty hunger. I reach out gently, letting the hot wet cover smear against my thumb, applying a little pressure to the plump softness. He watches with heavy breathe, chest slightly heaving.
I smile, noticing when his eyes darken with the burn of lust as he stares back at me. "You--" I lick my thumb "--are such a moron."
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Ivy Bathory. She's everything dark...yet she feels.
After a tragic childhood in her small town, she is left broken. A dead serial killer for a father and a runaway mother who couldn't care less what happened to her. Her life is practically over, she's hated and loathed by the society, living in the shadows of her fathers wrong deeds.
And all she's done is keep people at a distance...until she meets him. Drawn to how much his eyes twinkle, Ivy can't stop herself from hoping. Begging and hoping that maybe...there's something to live for.
Something to fight for in the midst of the oncoming storm.
She doesn't want trouble...she just wants him.
⚠W A R N I N G ⚠
This story contains :
♔ S e x u a l / M a t u r e C o n t e n t
♔ E x p l i c i t La n g u a g e
♔ E x t r e m e V i o l e n c e
♔ B l o o d A n d G o r e
♔ U n e x p e c t e d s h i t (h e h e)
A/N : I'm a bitch with issues. Please don't come at me if this story doesn't turn out to be your ordinary clich
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