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ssed. Actually

ere, in my room, i

space. I f*cking hate it

eak into my room like a rat, but as my eyes drop to the picture

buried six feet into the ground al

er eyes go wide but rather tha

t. Something i

r hand and landing between us. My hand wraps around her throat, not too tight t

eath h

shine?" my voice is low w

defiance as she glares harder li

But

was open."

urself in?" I grit my

f you didn't want me to, then you shou

it out in the open or give it back because she asked then she reall

little, just enough to make her

shine? Because if you do, I'd

er chest rising and fa

idea. Because now I can feel her, every curve, every inch of her pressed int

der to think, harder to focus on why I should be angry and not imagining what those breat

chest, and that's when I see it, the in

att

osens, curiosity replaci

wn and grip the thin strap

ut I ignore her my brows f

nnegando.' I don't scream

My breath catches a

slowly, feeling the warmth

shiv

unshine." My voice is softer now, but she sti

spin her around, and press

er pressed against my fron

ack a gr

rip her hips, ke

a hoarse murmur. "Thats

She demands weakly sou

ke

y. Not yet. A smirk spreads on my lips as

eath h

shoulder, trailing up to the

her neck. "With your little bodycon dress, your lips all p

le body

sm

o her thigh, fingertips ghosting under the h

a sharp breat

ss chuckle es

opping lower, rougher. "Because right now, I can think

ghs pushing her legs apart

b against it. s

whim

ng wh

this turned o

o want to

uthed kiss to her throat...then bit

s, body

ot, smirking again

hard enough tha

ggers at me. "You're a d

y. "And you're

"Give me the dam

invading her space all

unclenching in frustration then as if deciding I a

of her hips as she walks

h my hair before adjusting my boner. M

up swall

y jaw my throat tightening as w

um

the party, sharp enough to

om, push past a couple making out against the wall, shou

en I s

el

nch

ing to her flushed skin, her dress

llow

l dripping wet in the middle of

no

e's about to fuck

ont of her, an empty

nearby, watchi

lan. I tsk shaking my

s to turn awa

l

ella. Hard. Briella s

silent as a graveyard. Even Isa look

age, she lifts her hand to hit Ra

Briella's wr

ce is l

eyes burning. "I'll kill you. And trust me," she l

a slow, stunned silence

d, then shoves her hand away. Briell

ads throug

flinch. She turns. He

It's like the wo

the water dripping from her

smirk at the way

on is suf

b her. Drag her back into my r

e turn

s swaying, while lookin

nches from frustratio

ing