Rouges  BXB DRAFT

Rouges BXB DRAFT

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This story is a DRAFT. If it gets positive feedback and responses, I will lengthen chapters, edit, and add more detail. Some chapters are long already, but with the positivity I hope to receive, there will be an amazing story in store. My name is Quinn. I was never given a last name. I am twenty years old, standing at 5'8 with long black hair and light skin which complimented my emerald green eyes. I'm a genetic flaw. My mother was a witch and my father was a Neko. I got my fathers abilities without his physical appearance and I received my mother's gifts with none of her skill set. I was placed into a slave home as a child and as everyone knows, slave homes can quickly turn into prostitution rings once the child is of a certain appeal. At the age of thirteen I was placed in the ring. Auctioned off to the highest bidder and retuned to the cell the next morning or afternoon, depending on how much fun the client had.
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"A mafia boss submitting to the enemy mafia boss"(BL-SexScenes⚠️) He used to make men kneel. Now he shivers when I whisper in his ear. Damian doesn't rule anymore. Not when he's under me. Not when he begs. They call him the Blood King. Cold. Brutal. Untouchable. The head of blood Marker. But in my hands, he's nothing but a dog in heat. A trembling body caged in silk and steel. Fighting to hold onto pride while I take him and fuck him-slowly, deeply, completely. I don't need knives to break him. Just a hand at his throat. A kiss that doesn't stop. A voice in the dark telling him what he is now: Mine. He hates me. He wants me. He moans when I touch him like he belongs to me. And soon, he will. No thrones. No power. Just his mouth moaning my name and his body bent for more. This war won't end with bullets. It'll end with him on his knees. (DISCONTINUED)

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