Insanity (Dean Ambrose fanfic)
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"No!! Please!! Please let me go!" She struggled under his grasp. He smiled and caressed the side of her waist as he placed a kiss on the crook of her neck.
"Why would I wanna do that, when I can have you all to myself..." He nibbled on her sweet spot, sending shockwaves through her body. She's so terrified, she's never felt so much fear inside her. She felt his teeth pierce her skin and let out a shriek of pain. Blood dripped from the wound down to the white bed sheet. She whimpered, feeling it sting as he licked over the wound, making it sting. He placed a kiss over the mark he made on her.
"Mine"
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