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“The other girls aren’t concerned about that.” “Well, I’m not like most other girls.” “You’re not?” He scoffed. “I’d say you are. Ordinary lips…” His hands moved gently over my lips. “An empty gaze…” His fingers brushed my hair back. “A neck…” Immediately, I pushed his hands away. “What’s that?” he asked. “A knot.” “A knot?” He raised a brow. “To show how twisted you are?” He laughed softly. I pushed him back. “To show how strong I am.”

A crooked smile appeared on his lips as one of his hands moved from my waist and slid up my spine to wrap around my nape. He pulled me closer while moving his other hand to tuck my hair back and out of my face as he leaned closer. The feeling of a million butterfly kisses erupted over my skin when our lips touched. If I were in my right mind, I would pull away and tell him I changed my mind. If this was my response to him, I would either lose my mind and heart or lose myself to him completely.

Somehow, do I need this secret. 📌 💀 🔪 ⚔️ #TBC_ #Inspired by Mean Girls A/N: when I say I love making a twist, trust me that my fav 😌😌😌 review your thought.

Warning 12 At first, we kiss each other softly, but it soon turns more rough and feisty. I don't know where I get the courage from, but I bite his lips, and my tongue enters his mouth. I enjoy the minty flavour of him mixed with lasagna. My hands find their way towards his shirt and started unbuttoning it. He gasps when my hand touches his skin briefly while I undo the last button.

As I was closing her up she stirred awake and realized what was happening. I thought that she would freak out, but instead, she relaxed and just seemed to accept that this was her reality. Something occurred to me and it almost made me laugh out loud, but that was just too insensitive. Instead, I just voiced it, “Is this going to be our thing? Me fixing you up, you fix me up? It’s certifiably insane how we are starting out, in pain.” She just let out a chuckle and replied, “It might be insane, but it’s ours and ours alone.”

he swiveled me over and like a whiff of wind the slap landed on the side of my face by surprise. My head whipped to the side due to the force used to hit me. And it stung so bad. My head felt like it was under deep waters and my ears were filled up by them. Not only could I hear bells in my ears, I also saw stars. “You’re lying!” he screamed my chin forcedly trapped between his fingers, the grip so tight that I was afraid my cheeks were going to snap into two if he held much longer. “You were thinking about him again right? You were thinking about your secret lover weren’t you!?”

But this is not the vibe I want, so I drag Alex by his hand to the dance floor, put his hand around my waist, and ask him to follow my lead. He wants to leave, but I refuse to let him and wrap my hand around his neck while our faces are just a few inches away from each other. We lock eyes as we move our bodies to the music's rhythm, and I let out a small smile, which he returns. Suddenly, I feel a shift, and our faces start moving closer to each other. I can feel his breath on me. It definitely wouldn't hurt to just have a taste of his lips right now, so I decide to give it a shot.

My arms wrapped around his neck, my fingers threading through his hair as I arched beneath him. His mouth left mine and traveled along my cheek, down to my neck. His lips were warm, his breath even warmer. When he began pressing soft kisses at the base of my neck, adding gentle bites between, my back arched into him involuntarily. Each kiss sent a tremble through me. I was trembling and wanting more.

Sharon watched Davis watching and tightened her hand on E than defensively, warning him. Davis turned aside, trying to push the thought away. It couldn't be. could it ?

"You're cruel... twisted..." "Cruel?" He withdrew his fingers, bringing them to my lips, forcing me to taste us. "Taste your sin, Clara. That's the flavor of your guilt—sweet and filthy." I licked instinctively, the salty tang making my core clench emptily. He growled in approval, positioning himself at my entrance, the broad head of his cock nudging against my folds. "Twisted? Yes. But you love it. Your pussy's clenching just thinking about me slamming into you." With a single, brutal thrust, he sheathed himself fully, the stretch burning anew, making me cry out in a blend of agony and ecstasy.