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✨AUTHORS NOTE✨
I would like to thank you in advance for your support, comments, and ideas! Have fun, cry, laugh, feel sexy, get your panties soaked, get bricked up, get angry and throw your phone, turn the fuck up, and enjoy this wild fantasy I wish I had when I was in high school. Join my girl Dakota in her love triangle of friendships and heartbreak, drugs and money, abuse and high school, and all the shit life will throw at you.
A little sneak peek at what's to come:
I can barely see his black eyes under all this steam. His black shaggy hair drips onto my rosy cheeks as I feel his breath. He grips my wrists tight together above my head against the bathroom door. I can feel my white towel slowly slipping down my chest so I stop squirming.
"Dakota... I want..." He takes his free hand and follows drips of sweat trailing down my neck, "...you..." His dark raspy voice makes me bite my lip.
"Awh... you're so cute when you beg." His face irritated as I call him cute, "Say it again." I push him to his limits. He groans gripping my wrists tighter. He uses his other hand and slides his fingers into my thick curly hair. He grabs a chunk of it and pulls my head back. I moan wanting him to grip it tighter.
He presses his body against mine and whispers deeply in my ear, "I want you... now..."
I tilt my head making eye contact with him; waiting for the word.
"...please..."
He turns my head away and bites the bottom of my ear. Mmm, I love it when a bad boy knows how to beg.
#𝟐 𝐢𝐧 𝐋𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐜𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐅𝐚𝐭𝐞
✦ 𝐀 𝐓𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𓂃⋆.˚
She was light-too blinding, too pure for a man like him.
He was darkness-cursed, dangerous, and utterly obsessed.
He was a man of power, feared and worshipped in the same breath, ruling over the world of shadows where morality was a myth and sin was the only language spoken.
Love? That was for the weak. He didn't do love. He didn't believe in innocence.
Until her.
She was untouched by the darkness he thrived in-a vision of purity, a forbidden fruit he had no right to crave. But the devil had never been one to deny himself temptation. And she... she was his greatest one.
She should have run.
He told her to.
Instead, she stayed, unaware that the moment she stepped into his world, she became his.
His to ruin.
His to cherish.
His purest sin.
And now, even if heaven came calling-he'd rather burn than let her go.