TEMPTATION.
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Last published Thu, Apr 25, 2024
Possession is a man's best friend.
When a rugged military General is sent to investigate a science experiment, he doesn't expect to find a young woman as the center of the project. As a man of moral principle, he attempts to fight to his attraction but sometimes even the strongest men can't resist the appeal of a beautiful woman.
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"I know what you think of me. I know I don't have the same life experiences that you do but I'm not stupid" she exclaimed.
"For fucks sake, I'm not saying you're stupid, Josie" he groaned, eyeing the door that he most definitely wanted to walk through.
She followed his gaze, stepping in front of him but her small frame barely reached his chin. He didn't look down at her making her own frustration grow. She was tired of him always leaving and pushing her out. It wasn't fair and she surely didn't understand it.
"Then why do you treat me like I am? Why be so cruel towards me? Why don't you answer my questions?" she begged, gently pushing against his chest.
He finally looked down at her with a look she had not seen before. He was angry, truly angry with her. The sight made her heart skip a beat and her stomach swirl. She had never seen him lose his composure like this. He wasn't stoic or cold, instead his eyes blazed with a fire that she did not anticipate.
"Because it's fucked up, Josie!" he shouted, pushing her back against the wall as he gripped onto the collar of her shirt.
A small gasp left her lips as her eyes widened. His tall frame towering over her as he fumed with pure frustration.
"I don't want to think about what those fucking boys enjoy about you. I want to fucking own you and it's wrong..." he released her collar, gripping onto both sides of her face in a tight hold.
They were mere inches apart. Their breathing intermixing as her heart raced and her chest heaved up and down. For the first time she could smell his after shave and it was good.
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