~COMPLETED~
*DISCLAIMER: Now, this is just a fanfiction. I don't think any of this would really happen in real life. The main character, Mia, is portrayed to be a bit psycho, so bare with me.*
"Harry." I sigh, still freaking out. "Now, you don't know some things about me.. Some bad things."
"What?" He's starting to get angry.
"When I was a teenager.. I was stupid, okay?" I start to cry. "I was into drugs, I was an alcoholic.. I sliced my wrists everyday because the pain became so unbearable."
Karen watches me tell this story. She's the only one who knows my story other than my mom.
"I was into parties, I was practically a slut. As if." I sob, remembering every detail. "I would go to parties, get drunk, get high. Then, I would go somewhere with this guy Josh.
"We were dating or whatever, but he was also my drug dealer. I owed him money, lots of it. But since we were dating, he said it was fine. Well, we broke up and disappeared.
"I got sober, I checked into rehab. When I came out, not even a month later, I met you. I was so scared that I was going to fall back into my habits. That's why whenever we went to parties ourselves, I wouldn't drink alcohol."
"So.. You lied to me about your whole life?" He asks.
"I didn't want you to think different of me. And now he's after me! He's got Karen and now he's coming to get me!" I sob even harder.
**** WARNING*** this book contains graphic details of sexual content and assault and is not appropriate for viewer's under the age of 18. Reader discretion is advised! **You have been warned!**
He's my obsession now, a drug I crave, and I his. I freely give into the madness, the place he takes me, and I willingly go to forget, forget about how crazy my life is right now, a place where sadness and fear do not exist. The high, unlike anything I've ever felt. Our tongues dancing passionately in rhythm with each other. His finger twisting in my hair pulling, teasing me, the prickling pain part of the high. Our bodies pushing and pulling together like magnets. I rake my finger nails up his back, an animal like sound rough and primal slips from his mouth. I'm naked, sprawled across his bed. Already two orgasms in. He tells me he likes the way my body trembles beneath him. "I'm going to wreck you now Ambrosia." His voice is rough. My inner muscles clench painfully at his words. He spreads me open and slams into me. I moan into the mattress my hands stretched above me; he holds them together as he makes good on his promise. His movements slowly becoming harder, faster, he bites down on my shoulder, the pain quickly forgotten as his lips kiss a trail to my neck, he reaches under me and pinches my swollen clit. His hand fists my hair forcing my head up. "Follow me." His voice is like honey. My body obeys clenching his shaft tight. "That's it." He whispers
My body starts to spasm, an orgasm coming up fast until I can no longer hold onto reality, I eagerly let it slip from my fingers until I'm floating. This is what I crave, he is my drug.