SINNER'S ANARCHY
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" I will fuck you until you know who owns this little pussy of yours. " He chuckles as I laid frozen under him. His gun traced the side of my face caressing the curve of my cheekbones to my collar bone, smearing the blood on the gun on my skin
I gulped as he slid my shirt to the side with the gun to reveal my cleavage. His eyes were dilated with possession and dominance as he looked down.
" Y-ou're insane "
He applied more pressure with his knee nestled between my leg, enticing a low indescribable noise to leave my throat. My stomach and legs thrummed in not invited pleasure as he grinded his knee against my core with pressure.
Shoving the gun right where my heart was rapidly beating ready to burst out of my chest any moment he chuckled with no humour glistening in his hardened facial features.
" If you find my love for you insane then i'm fucking insane for you. "
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Mia was seven when her father brought a thirteen year old boy home.
His clothes were ragged and dirty, no shoes on feet. His hands were nowhere close to that of a child, they were callused from the amount of labour work done by them
There was one striking thing that stood out to her the most.
His eyes.
Those piercing green eyes.
There was something cold and unhinged in them. Something unsettling which even his soft raven hair falling messily on his forehead could not hide.
Mia's father had a reputation being part of the elite society. He was kind, a philanthropist in the front but only selected knew what goes under his shadow in the back.
According to him he had found a gem.
A diamond, that will help him to grow his shadow in the underground business.
If only he knew that day.
It was not only his business that thirteen year old Aiden whitlock had eyes on, but his sweet daughter who was too good to be with his corrupted soul.
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