LUST
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𝐌𝐈𝐀 𝐁𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 She was a billionaire and was one of the best businesswomen in California. Yet, she lived a normal life because that's what she likes. Men were nothing but playthings for her with which she played from her middle school. Then her life changed for a man. The man who makes her feel something which she herself can't understand. 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐌 𝐕𝐎𝐋𝐊𝐎𝐕 He lived a terrible fucked up life. His surroundings were nothing but trouble to him. And still he would step on those trouble just to clear them out. He slept with countless women, but he didn't have a shit on any one of them. Until that one day, when he saw her. The woman which he fell for. Way too hard. At first, it was affection. That affection turned into love, love into obsession and then obsession into..... 𝐋 𝐔 𝐒 𝐓
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Triggers: Yearning, violence, obsession, stalking, kidnap, nsfw, actual plot. His hands. The thing she hated most was when she started craving his touch. She would even go so far as to admit that she worshipped his hands. Cruel and bloodied as they'd always be, she loved when he touched her with them. And no, the marks on her necks were never from his anger but only from his devotion. The hungry way he took her, completely sober and focused on wanting for her to feel pleasure couldn't compare to any drink or drug she could try to drown herself in. It was there when he'd brush the hair out of her face, or gently rest his hands on any part of her. Worshipping, adoring, owning her. It was intoxicating yet, in a twisted way, so sobering. She was no fool. She knew this was all a sickness. More than a rented whore, and less than a wedded wife. A being he possessed with passion but on whim could deny it all and leave stranded. It was a vicious predicament. And yet, she accepted that she let it happen.

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