Dark Embrace
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This life is all I've ever known. Shadows, secrets, murder. I'm a trained mercenary. An assassin. My parents signed me up for the Talented and Gifted Youth Initiative in middle school after years of my teachers pushing for it, my parents finally relented. I was always steps ahead of my classmates, excelling at tests and sailing through school work like it was easy, to me it was. My parents didn't want me to be even more targeted by classmates than already was, but little did they know what the Talented and Gifted Youth Initiative was really for. On the surface, it was a government based programs with promises of scholarships to the best colleges and universities in the country but beneath the surface, we were guinea pigs. Those of us who excelled became trained assassins, government killing machines, but those of us who didn't excel, and there were many, are locked away in underground bunkers because the test and experiments drove them mad. Survival of the fittest I presume.
I'm Emerson West and this is my story.
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Two people - broken in their own way - collide. Francesca's life was completely normal up to a couple months ago. Ethan's never known normality. Two people. Carrying a massive weight of secrets. Only time will take for their barriers to break and their walls to fall. Mature content throughout: PTSD, Language, sexual themes, smut, drugs and alcohol. - - - My insides are begging for me to let go, and I don't think I can hold no longer, but for my own dignity, I do, trying to push it down. It's too soon, embarrassingly soon. "Don't you fucking dare." His voice is hard, demeaning, and that alone makes my insides tighten further. The pressure becoming unbearable. Ethan's hand grabs my wet hair, twirling it around his hand before he pulls me up by it, and I wince slightly before sighing as my back hits his chest, his cock still buried into me. He palms my breasts, my nipples hardening further, and he rolls my right one between his fingers before pinching it, and I whine at the feeling. Dickhead. "Cum for me right now, Francesca, or else."
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