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Reflection

Reflection

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Sat, Apr 23, 2016
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Fiction
Romance
Tormented by her past and supposedly future yvonne feels lost and alone as fear was forced to be her only friend and an unwanted stranger blindly driven with a mindset challenge of helping this rare beauty only causes more danger to be thrown yvonnes way. The attraction that grew in both strangers put more danger in yvonnes life and caused her fear to be unwavering but the though of a kiss seemed to be both her door that leads to the devil and her path to everylasting joy. Fearful of both outcomes yvonne blindly chooses for the first time what she wants instead of what is expected from her by others. Will Yvonne's decisions bring more pain than needed? Or be her freedom from the chains of her past? Warning: there will be contexts such as #violence#swearing#mature scenes. Read at ur own risk.
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In a burst of unexpected courage, I pushed her away, finally breaking free from her magnetic hold. She laughed softly, a haunting sound that sent an uneasy flutter through me. "You could've just asked directly if you needed some good old-fashioned fucking, gorgeous. I can make a deal with you, alright?" This side of her was completely different from the Quinn I had met at the party and casually talked to the cafeteria, the one who had seemed so friendly. Was she playing a role back then just to get closer to me? What was her game? Which version of Quinn was the real one? "So that's why you were fascinated with my neck too, huh? Well, over my dead body, Quinn. I will never be part of your twisted pleasures." My frustration bubbled to the surface, fueling my need to escape the bathroom. I hurried toward the door, desperate to leave. "I don't do dead bodies, Chloe," she called after me, her voice laced with mockery. "But if you change your mind, let me know. Besides, it looks like fate keeps bringing us together, doesn't it?" Her eyebrow arched playfully, and her lips curled into a smirk, her expression dark and taunting as I stepped into the hallway. †††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† Quinn has long embraced the twisted shadows that shape her life - a world where pleasure comes at the cost of her unusual fetish. Indulging in her dark cravings has become second nature. But when she meets Chloe - confident, self-assured, and unwilling to bend to Quinn's allure - their worlds collide in unexpected ways. As Quinn's desires clash with Chloe's resistance, their lives become tangled in a chaotic web of passion and defiance, leaving them both questioning what they truly want from each other. In a push and pull of temptation and restraint, they become entangled in a dangerous dance, testing the limits of each other's boundaries and desires.

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