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January 7 - January 8, 2022
My mother used to say beautiful things were wrought from the most unimaginable pain.
Every fiber of my being wants to rip it clean off his arm. Maybe grind it down into mush and feed it to him. Would serve him right for breathing the same air as someone as exquisite as she is.
“The fun,” Aiden says, letting his gaze drop to my mouth, then lower and back up, “is that I know what to call you when I collect my dues.” My eyebrows scrunch together, and his jump. “You weren’t for sale to him, angel, because I already paid for you.”
“You carry five million around in your purse, or should we stop at an ATM?”
“This is weird,” I say when his hand finds my elbow, and he guides me to a back corner near the family restroom. “You’re weird.”
I make a face, jerking my arm out of his grasp. He brings his fingers together, popping each knuckle individually, and studies a spot above my head. “Do you realize how many girls would kill to be in your position right now?” Shifting my weight from side to side, I purse my lips. “Why don’t you go hang out with one of them?” “No refunds or exchanges when you leave the premises.” Reaching into his jacket pocket, he pulls out a red cardboard ticket, holding it up in the light. “So sayeth the fine print. That’s where they get you.” And of course, not reading the fine print of the guest book I
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“You want a tattoo, right?” I nod, my throat tightening. “Then you’re getting a goddamn tattoo. Stop making excuses, angel, and do whatever the fuck you want tonight.”
“Breathe, angel,” he croons, shifting.
“You’re doing so well, pretty girl.”
“That whole ballroom was stuffed full of beautiful, elegant women tonight. Women who I probably wouldn’t have had to pay for.”
“But all I saw was you.”
“Scoot closer, pretty girl. If you won’t show me everything, I at least want to see this perfect cunt.”
“Please accept my tongue as an apology.”
“Yes, just like that, angel. You’re fucking magnificent, coming for me like this. Such a good girl for your stranger.”
“Perhaps your dryer ate them? I’ve heard of that happening.” Shifting so I’m sitting on my ass instead of my knees, I narrow my eyes at him. “Do you even do your own laundry?” “Only the loads with blood stains.”
Skulls, flowers, and music notes are among the designs, each one having a profound—and totally unwelcome—effect
“If I told you to flip your skirt up and let me fuck you right here, right now, you’d arch your back and give me what I want.”
“Stop,”
“No.”
“Oh, god, Aiden—” “God?”
“No, angel. There’s nothing holy about what I’m gonna do to you.”
“That’s it, pretty girl. I knew you could do it. Knew you’d look so good coming on my cock.”
But then he’s bending, dragging the thong up instead of down, and resituating it on my hips. I gasp as his seed touches my bare pussy, and he reaches down, rubbing on the outside, smearing himself all over me.
Lord help me
“Angel,” he finally says, swiping a thumb beneath my eye. “You’ve been waiting for me?”
“Goddamnit,”
“Where does it hurt?”
“Stop immediately shutting down and beating yourself up when someone asks for more information. This is how humans communicate. You’re not stupid, Riley. Stupid girls don’t get away with the shit you have.”
“What if it doesn’t fit?”
“It’ll fit, angel. Even if we have to make it.”
“That’s my girl. Fucking me and I’m not even inside you yet.”
“Slow, Riley, fuck.”
“We have to go slow.”
“I’m so—” “Don’t you dare apologize while my cock is inside you,”
“Phenomenal, pretty girl. You feel fucking phenomenal, and you’re doing such a good job. Working my dick with your sweet cunt, like it belongs to you.”
“Since you can’t seem to stop apologizing, I’m going to keep my hand here. Which means you won’t be able to beg me to come with words. Get creative, pretty girl.”
“Take it,” he mutters, and I can’t tell who exactly he’s chanting to. “Take my cock, pretty girl. Fits you perfectly.”
“And you, Riley fucking Kelly, are beautiful in a way that’d make the constellations weep.”
“She’s not a whore.”
“Call her that again, and I’ll fly back to the city just to knock your fucking teeth out.”
“Actually, no. When you let me tattoo my name for you on your skin, and then spread those pretty thighs so I could have a taste of what I’d been craving all night… three years ago, you became my business, Riley.”
Love how he didn't get jealous
si hot ;)
“The only thing wrong with me is that I’m not currently suffocating with your thighs wrapped around my head.”
“When I said I wanted to see all of you, I meant all of you. Now, be quiet and let me enjoy my meal, or I’ll find something to gag you with.”
Goddamn, you’re such a good girl, taking me at both ends. You look fucking perfect getting stuffed full like this.”
“I know, pretty girl. Fuck, I know. Feels so goddamn good to be fucked, doesn’t it? To be owned?” I’m losing it, losing the last vestiges of my sanity as they break off and evaporate into her soul. “Take it, Riley. Own me. Claim me right back, and make me blow inside this sweet, filthy cunt.”
It’s obsession. Addiction. I’m a fucking addict. A fiend for this pink-haired angel.
The door flies open, bits of metal and wood splintering into the air as it knocks into the wall. One of the hinges pops free from the impact, and Riley screams, even though she’s clearly not in any fucking danger.
“How come you always taste like peppermint?”
“Is that some sort of oral fixation?” “No.”
“It’s a Riley fixation.”
