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“So...ever kill anyone?” I softly chuckle awkwardly. Way to break the ice, Ari.
“So, why don't you?” I tease, my voice low. “I can’t.” “Why not?” “I respect you too much.” DISRESPECT ME.
I went from feeling like I knew Danny my entire life to feeling like he was just a beautiful stranger again.
I always fall in love quickly and believe every single man I meet is honest and won't hurt me.
She looks pissed, and I can't blame her. Maybe if I torment her, she'll hate me as much as I hate her. The truth is, I don't fucking hate her. I hate how much I want more from her and can't touch her.
“Again…you didn't have to do that. I'm sure you have enough on your plate, Danny, with your job and stuff. You don't have to protect me. I won't be another worry of yours…” “But you are.” My heart thrashes. “I’m sorry?”
“Your hands are soft.” Danny flashes me a soft smile before leaning into my ear, and I stop breathing. “Just like your lips, and I'm not talking about the ones on your face.”
It makes me think about how many times I've been around this town, and I've never bumped into him, and now I feel like he's everywhere. Maybe before, he was just another guy blending in with a crowd of strangers, and I never took notice of him, and I don't know how when he's so sinfully handsome.
A signature wing on the edge of my eyes, as always.
>:)
“Are you sure you don't wanna just watch Netflix and relax in my room?” I plead, already second-guessing my choice to be social on my day off.
Same
Screw him and his dashing blue eyes. And his stupid, perfect smile. And dumb muscles that make me forget how to act normal. Screw him…yeah…screw him.
I daydream about Danny's tongue every night and hate myself for it.
It's not that I don't want to talk. It’s that I can't. I’m afraid I’ll say the wrong things whenever I’m close to him.
I try to stay focused and not let this beautiful, God-like man distract me. He smells so damn good. His cologne fills my nose, and I squeeze my thighs tighter.
“You’re playing games with the devil, little angel. Are you sure you want to go to hell?”
He's confusing me, and it's driving my insecurities through the roof.
Men in a nutshell
“This is the last time I’ll ever touch you.” He whispers, walking away from me.
DAAAAAAYUUUUMMM
How I would love to feel that tongue on my lips again. Or on my cock.
Now she stands before me again, and all I want to do is show her what I would have done to her that night before I found out she’s Paul's sister. I would have fucked her all night long until she forgot her own name. Made her come over and over again, painfully.
God definitely took his time making him. But the more I get to know him, the more I realize he isn’t a man of God. Scratch that. The devil took his time creating this sinfully handsome man.
The old me would have bitten her tongue and not said what I was honestly thinking. I would be too occupied and concerned with how he would feel once I opened my mouth. This time, I didn’t care. He’s going to hear me.
He’s a mountain, and I’m a small hill.
all I want to do is strip into my pajamas, go underneath my covers, and drift into a deep sleep...with Danny’s arms as my pillow.
The ache in my chest feels like I’m just going to die.
Being in his arms is safer than being alone in my bedroom...right?
Our lips collide with a never-ending passion and another feeling that treads the definition of hatred and need.
“Once you pull down those pants, my cock will be the first and only that will ever be inside of you. Do you understand that, Ari? If I find out any other man tries to take what’s mine, he’ll wish he hadn’t.” He threatens into my ear. Something about his possessive threat has me even more drawn to him.
Death by huge cock.
This is how i would like to go out
He’s staring at me with such intensity I feel like I could fade away. He’s admiring me, and I’m slowly dissolving.
I love it when he looks at me like this.
“If you keep doing that, I’ll help you keep quiet and make you choke on my cock instead,” Danny whispers.
She's fucking perfect to me. I don't deserve her.
I can’t help but feel blissfully radiant that tonight will be a first for him.
I don’t want to be home if he isn’t there.
He really is out of his mind. Or am I? He spit whiskey in my mouth, and I loved it.
Okay but why do i love it too?????
“Are you sure about that, little angel? Because you swallowed it all like you will with my come when I fuck that perfect throat of yours.”
There’s no denying how handsome Kane Slaughter is.
WELL FUCK ME SIDEWAYS, WITH A NAME LIKE KANE SLAUGHTER, NO FUCKING SHIT
I feel like he’s going to disappear if I don’t hug him hard enough.
“Don’t cry over me, baby. I won’t let you. The only time I want to see you cry is when I’m fucking you.”
He manages to make me feel safe…always.
“What is it about the way you look under the moonlight that drives me mad?”
Our lips move in sync. Fast, heavy, and full of scandalous need.
Her words mean nothing when I feel her body heat begging me for more.
here she is…just existing, and I’m tempted to give her the whole fucking world.
“I want to see the look on your face when you’re choking on it.”
Rocking her so hard, her nails dig deep into my legs, and I know she’s broken through my skin. Fuck, I love it when she does that.
I’m fucking her with such insatiate, such need. Nothing will stop me from taking her so hard. I’m a greedy man when it comes to her.
he’s the man that terrifies me yet intrigues me. The darkness you run away from, yet I was walking.
“I wanted to fuck you, gag you, take you, and mark every part of your sweet body with my cock and teeth until your moans turned into screams.”
:O
He’s on his knees, and it feels like he’s worshipping my body. He makes me feel like a Goddess with the way he devours me.
