Sugar and Sin | Pt.2 Rome Series
- LECTURES 1,279
- Votes 67
- Chapitres 34
Contenu pour adultesEn cours d'écriture5h 51m
Dernière publication mar., juil. 22, 2025
"You and your girl need a tab?" he asked, voice smooth like he smoked cigars and drank bourbon for breakfast.
I looked over my shoulder at Zuri. "She's not mine. She's my brother's... whatever-they-are right now."
"Hm." He didn't push for details.
Micah turned his back to grab another bottle and I let myself study him-broad shoulders under a fitted black T-shirt, veins running down his forearms, the soft flex of muscle when he twisted open a cap.
Shit.
I took a long sip, letting the burn distract me.
I'd never been into men. At least, not in a real way. Never touched one, never even entertained the thought long enough to get hard from it. But sitting there, watching him work in silence, watching him exist like he didn't owe the world an explanation...
Something stirred.
He glanced back at me.
"First time here?" he asked, that low rasp curling at the end of his words.
"Yeah."
"You look it."
I arched a brow. "That supposed to mean something?"
"It means you're watching me like you're trying to figure something out." He tilted his head. "Like you don't know if you wanna buy me a drink or punch me for making you feel something."
My mouth parted-and then shut again.
What the fuck was I supposed to say to that?
Micah smirked slightly. It wasn't cocky. It wasn't even flirtatious. Just knowing. Confident in a way that made my throat dry up.
"I don't swing that way," I muttered, mostly to myself.
He leaned forward, bracing a tattooed arm on the bar. "Didn't ask if you did."
I stared at him. Heart thudding.
He straightened, tossed the towel over his shoulder, and moved on like he hadn't just thrown my entire identity off a cliff.
And that's when it started.
That quiet unraveling. That slow itch in my chest I couldn't scratch. That one moment I'd think about for weeks - when I'd catch myself glancing at other men and asking what the fuck is happening to me?
That night wasn't supposed to change anything.
But it did.
Because of him.
Because of Micah.
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I walk backwards with Silva slowly stalking towards me with a crazed look on his face. He had his shirt unbuttoned and his hair damp from sweating. "Why are you here?" I ask him calmly trying not to show that I am scared, he chuckles darkly rubbing his hands through his hair something he did when he was upset. "What do you mean? I just came to bring my girl home; you still are my girl, right?" "I never said I wasn't. But you're acting insane right now." I tell him. Sweat formed with from the fear of what is to come. "I'm insane? You're the one with the knife in your hand not me! Look what you did to me!" I don't even look at his torso already aware of its damage. "Look what you did to me! What did you expect me to do Silva?! I don't want to hurt you anymore but I fucking will if you keep pushing me!" I was screaming on the top of my lungs waving the knife like a mad women. "Be a good girl and use it on me like you want." I wipe my endless tears shaking my head. "Come on Nastasia do it!" I scream as I watch him lunge at me, on instinct I swing the knife slicing into his arm. I gasp instantly dropping it and we both stand still as his blood drips . We stood in silence until he silently began laughing, I watch him touch his arm to feel the blood in his hands. "That's it Stasi let's play." He takes shirt completely off before coming at me again.Terminé
Fake Tales
"I don't know what kind of girl you think I am Greg" I mumbled. I was not the kind of girl who slept with guys on a whim. I wanted him, but not enough to abandon all reason. He took a step toward me, ignored my narrowed eyes and wrapped his arms around me. I wriggled and tried to pull away, but he only held me tighter. His face was impossibly close to me, expression serene to my fury. I could feel him already, pressing into my stomach. Fear shot through me, but the anticipation was equal. "I know exactly what kind of girl you are Maddy... that's the problem" He said simply. His lips crashed into mine, tasting every inch of me. I wanted more than anything to pull away, leave and never mention this again.... but I couldn't do it. The feel of him naked, warm and muscular against me rendered me speechless. I couldn't explain it, but our bodies seemed to fit together somehow and the anger I'd felt just a minute ago. That firey anger at him invading my privacy was gradually merging with the previous lust from last night. Now all I felt was an all consuming need for him to touch me. ....................................................................... Maddy Reynolds' life is a mess. Her best friend's brother Greg has just died and her two best friends Mel and Dom aren't speaking to each other. She has no one to talk to about her confusing feelings towards Greg or why Mel is so distant. Then at the funeral, she becomes friends with Tom Winter by pure chance and he seems to be the only one who understands her. And yet.... even he is keeping secrets from her. The sort of secrets that have the power to change everything. Maddy now has to decide to trust him or find out the truth on her own. Things would have been a whole lot simpler if she'd chosen the latter.Terminé
I Run To You (boy×boy)
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Ruin Me So You Can Save Yourself (Daryl Dixon X Male OC)
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Her Untamed Stubbornness || KTH || BTS
"Is he jealous?" I asked a tired Mina. We were in a club, dressed in a hot dress on mission *Irritate Kim Taehyung.* Lately he had been getting onto my nerves with his lovey-dovey actions. "This is the nth time I'm answering this. He is jealous, woman. He is burning in jealousy! He is your badass possessive husband Aria. Straight from the shoulder, I could literally feel laser from his eyes," she exaggerated. She was right, I felt my body heat up due to his intense gaze. Can't these bitxhes get the cue, and move on to the players out there? They are eye-raping him. "But I'm jealous right now. Look at these bitches trying to hit on him," I grumbled like a toddler. "Did you drink something Aria?" Mina queried looking at the empty glasses on the table. "Should I prove them to whom the hot mess belongs to? You were right Mimi, he is just burning like a volcano," I purred, unaware of my crazy ideas. "Aria you are drunk!" Mina exclaimed. "Are you crazy? I am sober, you fruit chicken," I huffed. "You definitely are," she facepalmed. "Perhaps, should kiss him to prove that I am sober enough?"I declared. "Great!" She exclaimed again. My head was spinning and my eyes were locked with his intense gaze. I was hooked into him, as the stinging memories of the past faded out for the time being. It was only us whose presence I was aware of. My final straw was when I saw another bitxh nearing him. I walked towards him and raised my brows at him with a questioning glare. Within seconds he lunged at me hugging me tight. He groaned before snuggling into my neck. Bringing his head to mine, I slammed our lips. I felt him grow stiff like a wire; nonetheless he returned with fervent. I felt relaxed since the bitxhes turned their heels at our love moment. After 3 mins I pulled away and snuggled into his neck. I saw a bimbo looking at us with a dumbfounded expression. "He is mine. Watch him, I'll kill you." Continuation of season one His Untamed Heart. Not a standalone.Terminé
𝗦𝗪𝗔𝗡
- 𝗦𝘁𝗼𝗽. Lenny's voice cut through the air - sharp and cold as steel. But the man didn't flinch. He smiled instead - the kind of smile that tasted like blood. He was kneeling at the edge of the bed, hands wrapped around Lenny's with a grip that should have hurt... but didn't. Instead, it sent heat rolling low in Lenny's stomach. 𝘚𝘩𝘪𝘵, 𝘯𝘰. He turned his face away, refusing to give in. - 𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝗺𝗲, 𝗟𝗲𝗻𝗻𝘆. His voice was rough, sliding over Lenny's skin like velvet laced with thorns - too close, too familiar. 𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝗲𝘅𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗹𝘆 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗜 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁. - 𝗜 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝘆𝗼𝘂'𝗿𝗲 𝗮 𝗳𝘂𝗰𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗼𝗯𝘀𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝗮𝘀𝘀𝗵𝗼𝗹𝗲. Lenny tried to sit up, but a broad palm hit his chest and pinned him to the mattress. The touch burned. 𝗟𝗲𝘁 𝗺𝗲 𝗴𝗼. The man leaned in, torso tense beneath the thin fabric of his shirt, breath warm between clenched teeth. - 𝘕𝘰. And then... he nuzzled Lenny's cheek. Something so simple, yet so animal, that it stole the breath right out of Lenny's lungs. His stubble scraped his skin; his scent - smoke, pine, and danger - wrapped around him like a snare. - 𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝗵𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝗺𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗺𝘂𝗰𝗵? he murmured, lips brushing the shell of Lenny's ear. 𝗧𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝘄𝗵𝘆'𝘀 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝗯𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘀𝗼 𝗳𝗮𝘀𝘁? 𝘍𝘶𝘤𝘬. Lenny clenched his fists, but his body had already betrayed him. The man slid a thigh between his, pressing - insistently, teasing. - 𝗜 𝗵𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂. Lenny's voice came out low, shaky. - 𝗟𝗶𝗮𝗿. Fingers crept up Lenny's neck, pausing right where his pulse fluttered under the skin. You say you hate me... but your body's already mine. Lenny opened his mouth to protest, bu![Kidnapping the WRONG Brother [MAN X MAN]](https://img.wattpad.com/cover/281105891-256-k801476.jpg)
Kidnapping the WRONG Brother [MAN X MAN]
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The Bodyguard's Temptation
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I walk backwards with Silva slowly stalking towards me with a crazed look on his face. He had his shirt unbuttoned and his hair damp from sweating. "Why are you here?" I ask him calmly trying not to show that I am scared, he chuckles darkly rubbing his hands through his hair something he did when he was upset. "What do you mean? I just came to bring my girl home; you still are my girl, right?" "I never said I wasn't. But you're acting insane right now." I tell him. Sweat formed with from the fear of what is to come. "I'm insane? You're the one with the knife in your hand not me! Look what you did to me!" I don't even look at his torso already aware of its damage. "Look what you did to me! What did you expect me to do Silva?! I don't want to hurt you anymore but I fucking will if you keep pushing me!" I was screaming on the top of my lungs waving the knife like a mad women. "Be a good girl and use it on me like you want." I wipe my endless tears shaking my head. "Come on Nastasia do it!" I scream as I watch him lunge at me, on instinct I swing the knife slicing into his arm. I gasp instantly dropping it and we both stand still as his blood drips . We stood in silence until he silently began laughing, I watch him touch his arm to feel the blood in his hands. "That's it Stasi let's play." He takes shirt completely off before coming at me again.
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