Debauchery [ h.s ]

Debauchery [ h.s ]

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"Looks like we have a little mouse here." His raspy voice rings out and his breath hits my lips. My legs begin to shake; I don't know how I can stand anymore. He takes a lock of my hair and slowly tucks it behind my ear. His voice is low and his tone firm. His face is still unfamiliar to me, but his dominant presence terrifies me in a way I have never been terrified before. "A little angel..." He whispers, then sighs. "What do we do to little mice like you ?" I have never felt so weak, so small in front of anyone. I lose all my means and think that I will die on the spot. I can hardly see anything in the room and I am afraid that at any moment - a knife or a bullet will stab me. Tears well up in the corners of my eyes. "Please... Let me go..." My poor lips beg, despite their trembling. "You better run," he challenges. "Run before I kill you." - Ace is very worried about her brother, who lately seems to be heading for the wrong side of the law. Ready to do anything to protect him, she will be thrust into a violent world filled with evil people whose secrets exceed her darkest lies. - /!\ drugs, vulgar language violence, murder sex, mental health The topics are related to a totally fictional world, however you are responsible of what you read. These are mature topics, read at your own risk. Not allowing translations. - English is not my first language so please be understanding. I'm open to corrections / advices on my writing ! :) - DEBAUCHERY written by aaliceperret
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"That mouth of yours is gonna get you killed, princesa," Harry growled, his thumb and forefinger gripping my chin, forcing my gaze to his. He'd caged me against walls countless times, but this time the rage inside me burned hotter than ever. "If you're gonna fucking kill me, then do it already," I snapped, my voice dripping with exaggerated boredom as I rolled my eyes. "Because you're taking a God awful long time-" Before I could finish, his lips crashed onto mine, stealing my breath, my words, my thoughts. His body pinned me against the wall, obliterating every sliver of space between us. My fingers clenched his belt loops, holding on for dear life as the kiss turned wild-teeth clashing, breaths colliding. His hand slipped under my shirt, rough fingers grazing my waist, setting my skin alight. "I'm gonna make you fucking scream, Eliana," he rasped, his voice dripping with raw, unrelenting hunger. ----- 18+ Story Contains Mature and Explicit Content Β© All Rights Reserved

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