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She was the ex of nightmares. Our relationship had been an intoxicating one that made adrenaline pump through my veins and my mouth water even just thinking of it. This was the girl that had haunted every dark corner, every wet dream, and had this vice-like grip on my life for the last three years while I fought off the heartbreak of what happened between us.
I hated her as much as I wanted her.
You are in trouble, her gaze seemed to say. You are going to wish you never left me.
I could feel her gaze as if it was physically burning into me. It was different from the men; it felt like she was claiming me, and I could feel the heat rush across my skin.
She showed me just how dangerous they could be, but I was so lost back then that I actually liked the danger. I craved it. Craved her.
I have never in my life met someone as infuriating as the goddess under me right now.
I had not been with a person since she left, and I could only think about bending her over and fucking her against this counter until she screamed.
God she was so perfect, so receptive, and still all mine.
I wanted this girl to destroy my life and laugh in my face as I cried.
If this girl wanted me to be a whiskey person, vodka person, I would do it.
She liked to play this big bad independent woman, but I knew how much she loved it when I came in and took control.
She was more likely to sit and wait for me to come back because it was I who could not live without her, while she was perfectly fine without me.
“Are you saying you would have come back?” I asked. She looked up with a pained expression. “I loved you,” she said. “Of course I would have.”
This was how it was supposed to be. We were always meant to end up here together, I was sure of it. I believed so deeply in my soul that she was who was meant to be in my life. It was her that controlled me so fully. And I found myself no longer caring.
“I never have nor never will,” she vowed. “After I met you I did not dare dream of anyone else but you.”
And she would never know that I loved her. She was the only person that I truly loved. The only person that saw me…and I was too immature to handle it.

