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Haunting-Adeline

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“You’d be okay with other people seeing me naked?” I challenge

breathlessly, watching my shirt flu er to the black floor. His fingers dri up

my spine, slow and deliberate. They burn like lava searing my flesh.

“No,” he murmurs in my ear. I watch him through the mirror, his eyes

dri ing down un l they’re targeted on my chest. The band of my bra

ghtens, the material bi ng into my skin before it loosens. The black lacy

cups suppor ng my breasts fall and bare me completely.

My nipples are painfully ght. When he catches sight of my hardened

peaks, his tongue dri s across his lower lip as if he’s saliva ng at the sight.

“You want to know what I’d do?” he ques ons. “I would let them watch.

I would let them watch me claim you as mine and own every inch of your

body. They would watch my cock fill every one of your holes and then

watch you cry because of how hard you came. And then I’d fucking kill

them. My cock would s ll be wet from your cum as I’d slice their throats

for even daring to look at what’s mine.”

The fear inside me ghtens into a sharp point, threatening to pop the

balloon of sanity I have le .

“You’re psycho c,” I gasp. This me he laughs, the dark rumble traveling

straight to the apex of my thighs.

“You will learn to love it,” he murmurs distractedly. His a en on has

been pulled away as his hands dri across my flat stomach and cup my

breasts. I don’t have small breasts by any means, I was blessed with good

genes. But the size of his hands—they’re so big that they make my breasts

look small, barely overflowing his hands.

He’s a monster. Inside and out.

S ll, I feel my pan es becoming more drenched.

It shouldn’t be possible for the body to concurrently feel hate and

desire, but I suppose we would all be lifeless without the complexi es of

human emo on.

He squeezes my breasts, nearly to the point of pain.

“I’m going to fuck these soon,” he promises before releasing them and

moving his hands to the bu on of my jeans.

With a single flick of his hands, my ac ons creep in no stealthier than a

bank robber in a vault full of money.

What the fuck are you doing, Addie?

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