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little mouse?”
“You all alone, baby girl?”
“Run,” he growls. My lungs constrict at the guttural command. “If I catch you, I fuck you.”
Yes!!!!!
His breath fans across my neck as I feel him lean down. Soft lips brush the shell of my ear. Shivers cascade down my spine like a raging waterfall.
“That’s such a good little girl,”
He completely consumes me, sucking and licking my lips and tongue in a way I’ve never experienced. I’m helpless to stop him, just as I am helpless to fight it.
“Such a good fucking girl,” he praises against my mouth before wrapping my swollen lips into another bruising kiss. Breathless, I force my head away, sucking in precious oxygen. He clamps my cheeks between his large hand, growling against me.
“Give me those fucking lips,” he snarls, forcing his tongue back into my mouth.
“If I catch you, I fuck you,”
“So, you’re going to be my bad girl tonight? Lie to my face and act like your pussy isn’t aching to be filled up with my cock.”
“What you’re seeing now is what I see every day. No matter how far I run, how hard I try to escape you—you’re everywhere I go. You’re everything I see. Loving you is like being trapped in a house of mirrors, little mouse. And I’ve never felt so at home while being so lost inside you.”
“I don't think anyone does, baby. Love is an enigma, and it's redefined every time someone says it.”
little mouse,”
“You’re sadly mistaken if you thought I was going to make this anything but painful.”
“You want to know what I’d do?” he questions. “I would let them watch. I would let them watch me claim you as mine and own every inch of your body. They would watch my cock fill every one of your holes and then watch you cry because of how hard you came. And then I’d fucking kill them. My cock would still be wet from your cum as I’d slice their throats for even daring to look at what’s mine.”
little mouse,
It’s not a physical pain. These scars have long healed. But they’re like icebergs. They’re unmistakable and imposing on the outside, but beneath the surface is something much bigger and threatening. Something capable of sinking someone to the pits of their depravity, just like the Titanic.
little mouse,”
“Don’t make me ask twice,” he growls, his face dropping to a severe expression. He tilts his jaw down, glaring down at me.
little mouse,
little mouse.”
little mouse,”
little mouse,”
little mouse.
Normal people don’t fuck for that long, do they?
Yes they do
little mouse.
my girl,
“I can handle myself,”
SIBBY!!!!
haven’t had a minute to myself, and as much as I ache for my little mouse,
little mouse.
my little mouse
little mouse.
little mouse?
little mouse.
“One day, you will realize that you are not trapped in a prison,” he murmurs roughly. “You are in my church where I am your God, and you are my equal. I’m not a jail, little mouse, I am your sanctuary.”
