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He calls me Yuki-Onna because, according to him, I resemble her with my pale skin, rosy lips, and Asian eyes that are so dark, they’re nearly black.
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.”
‘Our sins don’t catch up to us today.’
My uncle, Nathaniel Weaver,
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.
“My dick misses your lips. I think it was love at first sight.”
“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.”
“It’s who I am. I don’t lie to myself, so when I say I only want you. I mean it.” “So you’re stuck with me?” “No. You’re stuck with me, baby.”
we’ll do it my way.
Why did sebastian say this too?
We end up having more fun making dinner, as my uncle and I banter and Naomi joins in the teasing. When we sit down to eat, it feels…like home. The one I lost when I was six years old.
“That’s the thing.” He looks at me funny. “My urge for violence has become less important since you.”
Because this might have started with a bet, but it was never the beginning of us. And it sure as fuck isn’t going to be the end.
We have a bond now. A sacred connection that people spend their entire lives searching for. We found it together. I found her.
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.
I don’t care what I have to do, but I’ll get my Naomi back. Even if I have to drag her out kicking and screaming.
My life is everything I don’t want and you’re the only thing I actually have control over in it.
She’s so fucking beautiful, it hurts.
