His Darkest Desire

"𝙔𝙊𝙐 𝘼𝙍𝙀 𝙈𝙔 𝘿𝘼𝙈𝙉 𝙒𝙄𝙁𝙀, 𝙀𝙇𝘼𝙄𝙎𝙃𝘼!!!" he screamed, his voice filled with frustration as he banged his hand on the wall.

"𝙔𝙚𝙨, 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙪𝙙𝙙𝙚𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙧𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙢𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙧 8 𝙮𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙨!"
I shot back, locking my gaze with his sharp slate gray eyes. I could see the shock flicker across his face; no one dared to raise their voice in front of him, but I don't freakin care!!

Then, just when I thought I had the upper hand, he surprised me with a smirk and a teasing smile. Before I could react, he grabbed my lips into his. His eyes held mine, and even though I tried to push him away, no effect on him could be seen.

"𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙚," he whispered, his voice low and intense. "𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙚𝙨𝙞𝙧𝙚... 𝙈𝙔 𝘿𝘼𝙍𝙆𝙀𝙎𝙏 𝘿𝙀𝙎𝙄𝙍𝙀."