"Please,-" He moaned into my flesh. His tattooed hand caressed my just below my ribcage, creating butterflies in my stomach, "Or is this as close as you'll let me taste?" "Remember this feeling," My breath hitched and I felt like I was loosing balance, gripping his long hair for stability, "Cause I'll never be drunk enough for this to happen again," - Company heiress gets throttled into the twisted music world. Twitter ✧ WhoreForToxic Started July 2022