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.
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A-Azazel
w-whata-are you d-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."What do you think, mi
amore?""S-Stop. D-Don't g-go near me."
I heard him laughed. He was already near me and ready to claim the distance that separates us.
"I am claiming what's mine," he placed his hands on my waist and pulled me closer to him. I tried to push him but he was way stronger than me. He didn't even move any single muscle.
He looked at me intently, from my eyes to my nose, until his eyes reached my lips. He smirked even more and I felt his other hand caressing my left cheek. Then he looked at me again in my eyes.
"A-Azazel, f-follow the r-rules..."
"But rules are meant to be broken, mi
amore," my heart beats fast when he called me 'miamore', I can't even breathe properly.He leaned towards me while still looking at my eyes. "D-Don't, Aza—" but before I finished my words, I felt his lips crashed into mine.
I gasped in surprise and I felt his tongue seeks on my mouth, exploring something inside. I tried to push him but I just can't, instead, I found myself closing my eyes while kissing him back and pulling him closer to mine. I felt him smiled on my lips. He gripped my waist and put his hand on my nape to deepen the kiss. I moaned when I felt him bit my lower lip gently before pulling away.
He smiled at me and hugged me tightly.
"I'm done following your rules, mi
amore. It's time to follow mine."I pulled away to see his face, his hands are still on my waist.
"Rule #1: Follow all the rules. Rule #2: Break them all, afterward." He said before pulling me again into a kiss.
Breaking rules is indeed a bad boy
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