Wicked Daughters

Wicked Daughters

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As if he sensed my thoughts, Conner pulled me out of the ballroom and up a flight of stairs. Where was he taking me? He pushed me into a room, and shut the door locking it. "Conner I have wo--." He slammed his lips into mine before I could say anything else. This kiss was more hungry, and sent electric shocks to my toes, and finger tips. I felt like I wanted more. Like I needed more. An addiction that your so addicted to you can't stop. Conner was my drug. My love. I rapped my arms around his neck and kissed him back. I felt his tongue brush my lips, wanting me to let it slide into my mouth, I ignored it. I kissed him harder biting his bottom lip. He groaned and slammed me against a nearby wall knocking over a lamp. He pulled back, and looked into my eyes hungrily. Next thing I knew he was grinding on me. Pushing me against the wall so hard I could feel his bulge. I fought to not make a sound but a slight moan escaped my lips. He breathed heavily into my ear. "Nyx you drive me crazy
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Here she is. I can see the slope of her spine through that thin shirt. She's made of angles I ache to smooth with a hand, but I'd use my lips if she asked. I brush her knuckles with mine. Her skin is cold, but she flips her palm for more contact. I lace our fingers. It's enough to make her look at me. As those kaleidoscopic eyes meet mine, I hold my breath. Then she sets her lips just under my jaw. It rips the air from my lungs. It's the softest thing I've ever felt. "What was that for," I breathe. She pulls back, lashes damp, and whispers, "You're the kind of person that should be kissed." 𝙝𝙪𝙧𝙩 𝙥𝙚𝙤𝙥𝙡𝙚 𝙝𝙪𝙧𝙩 𝙥𝙚𝙤𝙥𝙡𝙚 BOOK TWO C O N T A I N S : ❤︎ mature content ❤︎ romance & friendship ❤︎ yearning Copyright © 2021-present Laurel Montaze (immoralLaurel). This body of work (story, characters, ideas) is available exclusively on Wattpad. If you're viewing it on a different website/platform or under a different username, it has been illegally stolen. Please notify the original author. © All Rights Reserved

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