he sneers. “Want me to find your pretty little vein and fuck you up with your precious skag? Is that what you want? What you deserve?”
I did deserve it. My heart flutters at the mention of the drug I’ve desired for a long fucking time. I was a whore, a slut, an animal who couldn’t stop myself from craving things that would only put me in greater danger. But at the moment, all I want to do is get out of this dump.
“N-N-No,” I chatter. My voice sounds unsure. Is he really offering me a hit? It would certainly make all of this disappear. Then, he could do whatever the fuck he wanted and I couldn’t give two shits about it.
Another shudder wracks through me. But then I wouldn’t feel his hot body pressed against mine. I wouldn’t quake with the orgasms he would give me. I wouldn’t feel his possessive tongue in my mouth, owning me.
I meet his indignant glare and lift my chin. With a shake of my head, I approach him. His body visibly shakes with barely controlled hate. I’ve seen this look in a person’s eyes before. There’s no calming them when they’re like this. They will do what they want to do. It would be in my best interest to just go with it.
“I don’t want the drugs. I want you,” I whisper, “ master .”
As much as I hate giving him the satisfaction of his stupid title, I know he gets off on it somehow. If that turns his anger into desire, I’ll be his good little toy and give him what he needs.
He groans when I reach him and begin unfastening his pants. I keep my eyes trained on his and lick my lips in a teasing manner. Braxton can be my drug for the night. As long as I can focus on him, this shitty room will disappear. Just like it does when I’m high.
Difference is though, I actually want to have sex with him unlike those other punters in the past.
His pants hit the floor and his cock strains to be set free from his boxers. At least I know he’s turned on by me. I’m not the ugly little, spaced out thing he picked up a week ago. Now, he’s getting Jessica.
I yelp when his hands slide roughly up my throat and into my hair. His lips drop to mine and he kisses me brutally, holding me to him while he bruises me with his mouth. The moan that he draws from me is quiet but needy. And as soon as his warm cock is in my cold hands, I whimper with an unspoken plea for him to fuck me with it.
“Jesus, Bunny,” he hisses, hot breath mixing with mine. “You’re fucking with my head. You’re fucking up what I want to do to you.”
I stroke his hard length and pull away to look at his shadowed face. “My body is yours. Do what you want because I want it too.”
This provokes him because he growls and slides his palm to my throat. With a tight squeeze, he nearly lifts me from the ground by my neck and walks me backwards. I hold onto his wrist, but don’t try to pull him off.
“Bunny, you were right about your body belonging to me,” he says with an ominous rumble. “But, you were wrong about wanting it. By the time I’m done with you, you’re going to beg to be anywhere but near me.”
He tosses me roughly onto the mattress and it knocks the breath out of me. Brax is used to dominating his power over everyone, men included. But I’ve lived this life before. He might dominate my body but he’ll never own my mind.
With a lift of my chin and a sweet smile, I say with a southern drawl, “Do your worst, handsome. I’m not afraid.”
M y pulse races and my heart nearly beats out of my chest. She’s pissing me right the fuck off, yet, she also turns me right the hell on. Her slender body is sexy as she stretches out on the dirty mattress. The protective part within myself rages with fury because she doesn’t belong on the floor. She should be in my bed downstairs, enjoying the warm fireplace in my room, curled in my arms.
Her pretty green eyes, though, challenge me and the controlling animal inside of me wants to show her that she does belong here. That she deserves to get
I did deserve it. My heart flutters at the mention of the drug I’ve desired for a long fucking time. I was a whore, a slut, an animal who couldn’t stop myself from craving things that would only put me in greater danger. But at the moment, all I want to do is get out of this dump.
“N-N-No,” I chatter. My voice sounds unsure. Is he really offering me a hit? It would certainly make all of this disappear. Then, he could do whatever the fuck he wanted and I couldn’t give two shits about it.
Another shudder wracks through me. But then I wouldn’t feel his hot body pressed against mine. I wouldn’t quake with the orgasms he would give me. I wouldn’t feel his possessive tongue in my mouth, owning me.
I meet his indignant glare and lift my chin. With a shake of my head, I approach him. His body visibly shakes with barely controlled hate. I’ve seen this look in a person’s eyes before. There’s no calming them when they’re like this. They will do what they want to do. It would be in my best interest to just go with it.
“I don’t want the drugs. I want you,” I whisper, “ master .”
As much as I hate giving him the satisfaction of his stupid title, I know he gets off on it somehow. If that turns his anger into desire, I’ll be his good little toy and give him what he needs.
He groans when I reach him and begin unfastening his pants. I keep my eyes trained on his and lick my lips in a teasing manner. Braxton can be my drug for the night. As long as I can focus on him, this shitty room will disappear. Just like it does when I’m high.
Difference is though, I actually want to have sex with him unlike those other punters in the past.
His pants hit the floor and his cock strains to be set free from his boxers. At least I know he’s turned on by me. I’m not the ugly little, spaced out thing he picked up a week ago. Now, he’s getting Jessica.
I yelp when his hands slide roughly up my throat and into my hair. His lips drop to mine and he kisses me brutally, holding me to him while he bruises me with his mouth. The moan that he draws from me is quiet but needy. And as soon as his warm cock is in my cold hands, I whimper with an unspoken plea for him to fuck me with it.
“Jesus, Bunny,” he hisses, hot breath mixing with mine. “You’re fucking with my head. You’re fucking up what I want to do to you.”
I stroke his hard length and pull away to look at his shadowed face. “My body is yours. Do what you want because I want it too.”
This provokes him because he growls and slides his palm to my throat. With a tight squeeze, he nearly lifts me from the ground by my neck and walks me backwards. I hold onto his wrist, but don’t try to pull him off.
“Bunny, you were right about your body belonging to me,” he says with an ominous rumble. “But, you were wrong about wanting it. By the time I’m done with you, you’re going to beg to be anywhere but near me.”
He tosses me roughly onto the mattress and it knocks the breath out of me. Brax is used to dominating his power over everyone, men included. But I’ve lived this life before. He might dominate my body but he’ll never own my mind.
With a lift of my chin and a sweet smile, I say with a southern drawl, “Do your worst, handsome. I’m not afraid.”
M y pulse races and my heart nearly beats out of my chest. She’s pissing me right the fuck off, yet, she also turns me right the hell on. Her slender body is sexy as she stretches out on the dirty mattress. The protective part within myself rages with fury because she doesn’t belong on the floor. She should be in my bed downstairs, enjoying the warm fireplace in my room, curled in my arms.
Her pretty green eyes, though, challenge me and the controlling animal inside of me wants to show her that she does belong here. That she deserves to get
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