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I answered immediately. I was just hoping that he was not here yet a while ago! "Can we talk for a minute?" Steven added. I do not want to talk to you! "If you don't—" Will he eat me too? Like, what did he do to the dog?! Waaah! No, I don't want to die yet. "You sure are overthinking." Can he read my mind? What a talent! "I cannot read your mind. You are just too readable." he added again.

I could nearly hear people’s thoughts and feel their pain. The smell of alcohol, cigarette, blood thirst and lust clung to my nostrils like dust. My eye sight became enhanced and it felt like I could nearly see past the present. I forced my way out of the club and was intercepted by the rock-like man at the entrance. I knocked him away and ran out from the hall. If the glass doors hadn’t been open, I would have broken through them. I ran to my car, fumbled for the remote in my pocket and unlocked the door. I jumped into the car and slammed the door. My arms shook tremendously and became sweaty.

“These thoughts… they’re dangerous. You need to focus on resisting them.” “I am,” she said, softer now, almost like she was trying to reassure me. But it did the opposite. It made the desire in me sharper. I was aware of every shift in my body, every quickened heartbeat, every twitch in my fingers. I wanted to close the gap between us. I wanted to hear her breath against my skin. I wanted things I could never allow myself to want.

JEREMY “ Not even a thank you?” I said to myself while she slammed the rear door and hurriedly entered the school without looking back. I decided to rearrange the files she scattered around and wait for her while she was gone. I was alone in my thoughts thinking about how this girl was able to capture my heart in the shortest possible way. I came back to reality with a phone buzz. I checked and it was my grandmother. I rolled my eyes as I picked up the call. With a fake cheerful tone “Hii Granee, how are you doing?” “Don't Granee me since you don't want my happiness and I'm not fine if you care to know.” She responded. “ Aww, how can I not want the happiness of my dearest person? And what is

he murmured, not standing from the bed but not looking away either, “If you keep looking at me like that, I won’t stop pretending that this is nothing.” She did not look away. She did not move nor breathe. And in that moment—a burning, fragile moment—their desire stood naked between them, undeniable and dangerously close to breaking. Not touching. But wanting. God, wanting. And wanting, she realized, was far more powerful than she had ever expected.

“For some reason, I seem to care about you.” My body tingled as his palm grazed my cheek. He was so close to me that his strong scent filled my nose. It was simply intoxicating. My heart pounded against my ribcage and my breath became ragged. It didn’t feel right that I was getting so close to the person that I had contracted to kill my husband. But my body didn’t seem to care about that. Just his touch was enough to send desire coursing through me like a raging river. I didn’t bother trying to fight the longing I felt because I knew it was a losing battle. I wanted him. My body craved him like it had been starving for a long time. I trembled as he continued caressing my cheek, staring direc

he continued, his thumb gently stroking my jawline, "when you looked at me like you were drowning but still wouldn't reach for my hand... I did my assignment, Sophia. I look into the things that intrigue me. And you, Mrs. Hawthorne, are quite intriguing." He paused, his gaze intensifying. "It was quite interesting, actually. How badly Daniel wants to use you. To put you on a leash, in the disguise of an open marriage, while he is free to do exactly as he pleases. He calls it 'liberation.' I call it control. A subtle, insidious kind of control." He took another step closer, his body eclipsing the light from the window. He moved until I was caged in the armchair, his arms resting on the leathe

Jeff pov I sat alone on my worn leather couch in the dim glow of the living room lamp while the house was silent except for the faint hum of the air conditioner. Just the thought of Anna makes me want to ruin that innocent face while my hands are wrapped around my throbbing cock, already hard and leaking pre-cum. “Fuck Anna your eyes drive me and I can’t wait for you to beg to be fucked.” I voiced out as I closed my eyes and let the fantasy take over me.

He slams the door and locked it. “Where did we stop love?” he asks. “Arreee…we” I stuttered as I was going to ask a question. He puts his finger on my lips. “I will be doing the questioning” he said looking into my eyes with a piercing and seductive look. His voice now sounds so low and seductive, I want to get used by him. Then he kisses me again, passionate, and filled with desire. I want him, I shouldn’t want him so much. I shouldn’t desire a man I don’t know so well. But I do.