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Hoe
he always pulls the same reaction out of me. Fear. And excitement.
That’s why he watches me, isn’t it? That’s why he comes back every night, growing bolder with his leering, while I silently challenge him. Hoping he’ll come closer, so I have a reason to put a knife to his throat.
My mother is a bitch. Plain and simple. She’s always had a chip on her shoulder, and for the life of me, I can’t figure out why.
I know what the fuck I want, and I don’t give a shit what anyone else thinks about it. Especially mommy dearest.
Yes bitch
Someone is staring at me. But that’s a fucking stupid thought because everyone is staring at me.
You’re a hot twenty-six-year-old woman with freckles, a great pair of tits, and an ass to die for. The men are out here waiting.”
“Come over tonight and lick my pussy. I’ve been craving your huge cock,”
Screaming
Greyson has everything else going for him in the looks department. He’s hot as sin, has a beautiful body, and a killer smile. Too bad he can’t fuck and is
a complete and utter douchebag.
They’re a shitty color, just like his shitty personality and even shittier stroke game. The dude gives fish a run for their money with the way he flops when he fucks. Might as well lay out naked in the fish market—he’d have a better chance of finding someone to take him home. But that person will not be me.
Drag that pussy man
A gasp rips from my throat when half of his arm disappears, my mouth parting in both shock and disbelief.
Hate hate hate men who punches holes in walls
get your shjt together get some therapy or whatever
I hope the mysterious person is still out there. Let the asshole get murdered wearing a single sock.
Yessssssss
“You’re a child rapist,” I say aloud, though he’s no longer capable of hearing me. “Like I’d let you live,” I finish on a laugh.
While I do enjoy myself a good torture session, I’m definitely not a dickhead that gets off on the sounds that accompany it.
Thank god for that lol
Long, wavy cinnamon brown hair brushed over dainty shoulders. Creamy, ivory skin with freckles dotting her nose and cheeks. Light and sporadic without overwhelming her face.
My head turns like one of those creepy bitches in an exorcist movie—slow, but instead of an evil smile, I’m sure I look like I just found out that there’s evidence the earth is actually flat or some shit.
All I want to do is break her. Shatter her into pieces. And then arrange those pieces to fit against my own. I don’t care if they don’t fit—I’ll fucking make them.
No matter. She won’t be able to escape me now. I’ve just found myself a little mouse, and I won’t stop until I’ve trapped her.
Suppose if I couldn’t get mine stuffed tonight, I might as well get my action this way.
Better than your ex fofr sure lol
And
They’re trying to scare me.
Red roses appear everywhere I go now. It’s been three weeks since I found the whiskey glass and rose on my countertop.
I'll
Creepyyyyyy
To this day, the woman still doesn’t understand why I don’t particularly like her.
“Not only did she die in this house, Addie, but she was murdered here.” I couldn’t keep my mouth from dropping open if I tried.
Addie. Some thought it was my grandfather, but I know he’d never do such a thing. He loved her dearly.”
Gigi fell in love with her stalker. The very man who must’ve killed her, eventually. And now, I have one of my very own. The only silver lining is that I would never be so stupid to fall in love with him.
I created an entire organization built solely around ending human trafficking. I started out as a hacker exposing the truths of our corrupt government. And then, as I became more aware of their true nature—the depravity of their sickness, it turned into personally snuffing out every single one of these sick bastards, starting from the bottom up. Terminate all the worker bees and leave the queen vulnerable and weak.
I could’ve killed the traffickers in private, I would’ve, and I hate that I added to their trauma.
Her eyes remind me of my little mouse, and something protective flares inside my chest.
My hunt isn’t over yet. I have to play with my little mouse now.
“Daya, it's hard to find a man these days that can even fuck right. You think I'm going to find a man that will kill in my honor, too? That's cute.”
Love this
“So, you finally grew the balls and got her,” the blonde man says, grinning devilishly at me. He’s the only one out of the four that isn’t eye-fucking us. Honestly, he looks like he’d be far more interested in eating babies for dinner.
UNKNOWN: Sneaking off with random men, little mouse? If I catch his hands anywhere near you, they’ll end up in your mailbox by morning.
His face relaxes, and the concern bleeds away. Or rather, Arch is just letting it go because he doesn’t actually care.
The only person who will lay claim to my body is who I allow. I’ll let Arch’s hands touch me. Hands that will trace every inch of my skin, followed by his mouth. I’ll let his tongue lick my pussy until I’m sated, right before he fucks me until I no longer remember my name. I’ll let him because I said he could.
UNKNOWN: Don’t feel guilty, baby. I don’t make idle threats, so consider this a lesson learned.
“Talavera, huh? This man might’ve done you a favor,” he says, muttering the last part.
“The Talaveras are known criminals,”
I’m too angry to cry. Angry at myself for being so stupid and taking a random man home. Angry for getting that man killed. A man that is connected to a dangerous family.
But I’ve never killed someone out of jealousy. First time for everything, I guess.
but Archibald Talaverra is a fucking psychopath.
Last I heard, he’s not a nice fuck either. His form of rough play isn’t pleasurable by any means when the woman walks away with a bloody nose and a busted lip.
There’s no stopping Addie from opening her mouth and telling the cops she has a stalker. Doesn’t matter that I’ve destroyed all evidence of her police report.
Making Adeline mine and dismantling the pedophile rings.
But it doesn’t mean I didn’t cut out his tongue for the names he called her. She still isn’t aware of that since I ran him out of town and forbade him from contacting her again.
Ohmygosh you did
Can’t have my little mouse thinking there aren’t consequences for letting another man touch what’s mine. She’ll find out soon enough that I don’t make idle threats.
“Come on, man. Are you this worked over a piece of ass? Her voice may be cut out for porn, and her pussy tight as fuck, but shit, you can find that in other bitches, too. I’ve fucked plenty of them.”
