Troublemaker

Troublemaker

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I tugged at the bottom of the sequined dress, trying to cover all of the bruises. No make-up would cover the black and blue patches of skin no matter how hard I tried. They seemed to appear every time I looked down. It was, naturally, my turn. I positioned myself in front of the bright white backdrop. I posed just as I was instructed to do. I was ready to get out of there. “Ryan, honestly, what do you do to yourself over the weekend?” Dionne came over to inspect my legs. “It’s nothing.” I muttered. Leave it up to Dionne to do the exact opposite than what she needs to do. “Honey, it’s not nothing. You come to work with bruises all over your body,” She whispered,”Did you get into another fight?” “No! God, can we please get to the shoot?” I lied. It wasn't my fault. I don’t look for trouble, it finds me.
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"Harry." I begged. I fisted the front of his t shirt between my fingers; the sharp pain intensified as his teeth grazed the skin. His breathy laugh fanned over the area as I desperately struggled against the male's hold before he continued to draw blood to the surface. The sensation was somewhat eased with the attention of his soft lips. But Harry wouldn't allow me that comfort for long, nipping hungrily at my neck with his teeth. I gasped when his tongue licked over the newly sensitive skin, planting a few kisses. He blew over the sloppy wet spot, igniting a chill through my entirety. Harry stepped back smirking as I yanked my arm from his large hand. My fingers drifted up to my neck, sucking in a sharp breath when I dabbed over the sore spot. I whimpered in fright as he drew closer. "You're mine now." He spoke in a hushed tone.

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