"I want to fuck you real fucking hard, my love," he said, and I couldn't believe it.
Fear and dread returned to me. No. That is not what I want. If he does something to me that I don't like, I can't stand it. I swallowed hard and moved cautiously. I attempted to leave, but I felt like a fool for doing so. He was staring at me the entire time. I came to a halt when I felt his hands on my face.He didn't say anything. He just stared at me while clenching his jaw, "fuck!" he said angrily.Azazel began kissing me once more. He kissed me on the lips as if he was punishing me for something I had done. He gives me a strong and harsh kiss, and instead of making me feel better, he makes me feel even more terrified. I'm not sure why. Perhaps it was a result of what had happened to me, or it was due to the strange aura that surrounded him.My eyes welled up and tears streamed down my cheeks. Especially when his hand touched my left chest. He began to massageI started painting again, and I didn't mind people chit-chatting with each other. I must complete my painting before the deadline. I've been on the path I've chosen for two years. I have no regrets about taking this course. It's enjoyable; I enjoy paintings, drawings, and anything else related to fine arts. I used to enjoy painting when I was younger. That way, I can express myself more freely. Every time I paint, I feel as if my own world becomes more peaceful.That in and of itself is a bit pricey. Purchase as much as you require. But, since I enjoy the arts, all I have to do is work hard. Including, having a part-time job and participating a scholarship program. I'm not that difficult but it's really complicated.When I saw how nice my painting was, I couldn't help but smile. I'm almost finished; maybe just a few more strokes and I'll be done.But, maybe, I'll just finish this tomorrow. It's getting late and I need to get ready for work. I don't want my
I walked away and ignored him. I don't know how many times I've served. And I can feel him staring at me with every move I make. His stares almost made my entire body tremble. He was just so obvious. I'm honestly nervous, but I couldn't do anything about it, so I just let it go.I was just relieved that nothing had happened as the previous time. That I was harassed by one of the customers.I took a brief break and went straight to the restroom. There was no one there, so I took off my eyeglasses and washed them. Someone opened the door while I was wiping my face. I no longer have to look at the one who came. It's obvious who followed me to the restroom.Azazel was there, and he was furious. He's clenching his teeth and staring at me. In my nervousness, I swallowed my saliva.He licked his lips as he approached me. He puts both hands on the sink behind me when he's already in front of me."Did you avoid me on purpose?" he asked. I just tur
"Rules?" He chuckled and approached me. He pushed me once more, and I almost leaned against the wall. Why does he always come up to me?I gave him a nod. "I know ii-it sounds s-so c-childish-hh, b-b-but I-I need..." I couldn't finish my sentence because he pinned me to the wall."Damn, and what kind of rules are they?" I unconsciously touched the hem of his shirt. I gripped his polo, attempting to gain strength."C-Can ww-we h-have aa c-cont-t-ract—"He scoffed at me. "If you want to negotiate with me, don't ask me for some contract bullshits. We're not in a fucking romance novel, baby, and I'm not just going to be a fucking simple lawyer. I like to break someone's rules. I have my own rules.""A-Az-za-z-zel—""I'm the rule of law, Sera."I was about to speak when the door opened. We were taken aback by the two women. When I looked at Azazel, he didn't even look at them. He was staring at me the entire time. So I shoved
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In a world full of craving wolves, she couldn't roam around like an innocent rabbit in the den's of her predator because she knows it too well, that a certain big bad wolf is preying on her. Waiting to devour every inch of her body. But instead of devouring her in a torturous way, her predator devours her in a more pleasurable and sensual manner. And she's the prey that is a willing victim. She's a prey bewitching her predator with her innocence, making her predator, the big bad wolf, breaking the rules. *** A-Azazelw-whata-areyoud-doing?" I swallowed hard when I saw him walking towards me while his hawk gray eyes are looking at me darkly like he knows my whole life. My lips parted when I saw him smirking.
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