You're all mine

You're all mine

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"You suffocate me, you make me wanna pull my heart out and die!" I put my hands over my chest. "Stop being so dramatic!" "And you stop being such and jerk." I huff and roll my eyes. "Look, all I ever wanted is you and I can't have it, don't you get it." He looks at me with those amazing glowing yellow eyes. It can't be ... Is he ?... No he can't say that...right? I hear my subconscious but I don't listen to her. "What do I need to get?" He takes small steps closer to me, and I back up towards the bedroom door. I feel my heart pounding, my hands are starting to sweat. "I... I...I need..." He stutters. He looks so cute. His face is now inches from mine, I feel his hot breath near my lips. His fingertips start sliding up my arms, I start feeling dangerously easy with his touch, but I like it. His lips brush lightly from my lips to my neck. "You .... Were... saying?" It comes out almost as a whisper. "Shhh" he whispers in my ear as he holds me by the waist, as he teases my body with his gentle touch "You're gonna ...get me... In trouble" I pant, my breathing is increasing incredibly fast. "Uff" He kisses my neck and sucks hard " then I'm guilty".
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His hand tangled in her hair, yanking her head back until their eyes met-his, burning with fury. "Where the fuck is he?" he snarled, voice like gravel and thunder. She shuddered. "I... I won't..." A sharp bolt of pain shot through her skull as he twisted her hair tighter. In one swift motion, he drew his pistol and pressed it cold and hard against her temple. "Tell me," he growled, "or do you want to die?" Tears welled in her eyes as she let out a broken sob. "I want to die... Please, just kill me," she whispered, her voice drenched in years of torment. A storm of rage surged through him. His finger twitched on the trigger. He wanted to end her right then-end the defiance, the lies, everything. But something in her shattered posture stopped him. His gaze drifted over her trembling body, and his fury twisted into something darker. A cruel smile curled on his lips. "Not before I get a taste of you."

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