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One moment, I’m walking, and the next, Sebastian turns around, grabs me by the waist, and tugs me against him. “The reason is her,” he says, and then his lips meet mine.
“Now I know what you truly are,” he says. “And what is that?” “Tsundere.” “What?” “It means someone who’s hot and cold. Violent on the outside, despite being soft on the inside.”
Because right now? He’s not even attempting to hide his true self behind it. He let it loose, allowing me to see what type of deviant he actually is. One who gets off on chasing. On catching me. On making me helpless and at his mercy.
I’ve always fantasized about violence, but the chase? Fuck me, the chase nearly had me come in my pants from the thrill alone.
A weird sense of possessiveness grips me by the fucking ball. She’s like this for me. Only me.
“I’ll let you go and you’ll run. If I catch you, I’m going to take you, use you, abuse you, and fill your cunt with my cum and make you choke on my dick until you’re crying and begging me to stop.” His voice lowers to a threatening range. “But I won’t stop.”
“Mmm…a fucking virgin. Even fucking better.” The satisfaction and pure sadism in his tone leave me gasping. “I can feel your blood coating my dick. The best lube I’ve ever had.”
He strokes my cheek with his nose, making me shiver. “Because it’s night and you become my whore at night.”
The more I begged, “Please, no,” the more ruthless he became. The harder I cried, the more merciless his touch turned.
And I do feel alive during the entire act. With every thrust and every slap. Every dirty word and every degradation.
No invisible shackles prison my ankles and no hidden fear paralyzes me. The pain is my aphrodisiac and the roughness is my fix.
I barely survived last time, but I can’t do this anymore. I…don’t think I’ll be able to live with myself if I just take his abuse and pretend nothing happened afterward.
“I’m assertive enough to accept that I’m an anomaly to what society expects from us, and I’m fine with that. I’d rather be abnormal than fit into a mold that’s not designed for me.”
“Even if it means raping someone?”
“Not someone...
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In what world is this 'romantic'???
“My mind is my only cage.”
“That’s the thing.” He looks at me funny. “My urge for violence has become less important since you.”
Because there’s one thing my toy doesn’t realize yet. Or maybe it’s buried too deep for her to recognize it. She’s mine. Body and fucking soul. And it all started the day she got off on having me chase her in the woods. Or maybe it started the first time I saw her three years ago when she smiled while she was crying.
