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Adult ++
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Category:
Erotica › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
3
Views:
10,456
Reviews:
15
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
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Ex
This is dedicated to my ex-boyfriend who never understood my love for pure, primal, raw, and uninhibited sex.
***
“I was wondering when you’d come.”
Elaya looked straight through him—she had no patience for people who were inconsiderate of her time, and she especially had no patience for him. Perhaps she was being hard on him. It wasn’t his fault that he was born a male, and that she therefore had no respect for him.
But she didn’t, and didn’t try to act as if she did.
Damien wanted to punch the bitch dead in her face. It wasn’t so much what she said, but how she said it that had him on edge. The fucking bitch thought she was better than him—always thought that she was better than him, and he wanted to kill her for it.
But then he thought of something much better.
“Yeah, sorry I’m late. Got stuck in traffic. Um, do you think I could have some water?”
Elaya snorted and walked into the kitchen. Just like a man to fuck up and then ask for something. All she needed were her reports, and he was over an hour late. And to add insult to injury, he barges in and makes demands. God, sometimes she wished…
The little hairs on the back of her neck stood up and Elaya paused. He wouldn’t…what the hell is he do--?
She made to turn around, but a bruising grip covered her upper arms and slammed her into the refrigerator. She winced as the hard plastic hit her chest—her period was coming and her entire body felt heavy and full. It was probably also the reason she was PMSing and hated him, space, and time so badly at that moment.
“Let me go, asshole.”
“Fuck you, bitch.”
“You—are fucking—with the wrong bitch, bitch.”
Damien was beyond words when he heard that last comment. He had intended to just scare her a little—play a few twisted little pseudo sex games. But dammit, she just knew all of his buttons, and he could feel a red rage begin to color his vision.
“Sometimes…you just don’t know how to stop—do you?”
Elaya breathed as the grip on her upper arms loosened and she turned to look at her ex and stopped. His face was a bank mask—smooth and unblemished, completely calm and sedate.
Unnerving.
“D-Damien?”
She stuttered. For the life of her, she didn’t know why, didn’t know what had made her look into that smooth face of boyish charm and recoil in fear, but she did.
And the next moment, she turned and ran.
***
A/N2: Will continue. Need sleep.
This is dedicated to my ex-boyfriend who never understood my love for pure, primal, raw, and uninhibited sex.
***
“I was wondering when you’d come.”
Elaya looked straight through him—she had no patience for people who were inconsiderate of her time, and she especially had no patience for him. Perhaps she was being hard on him. It wasn’t his fault that he was born a male, and that she therefore had no respect for him.
But she didn’t, and didn’t try to act as if she did.
Damien wanted to punch the bitch dead in her face. It wasn’t so much what she said, but how she said it that had him on edge. The fucking bitch thought she was better than him—always thought that she was better than him, and he wanted to kill her for it.
But then he thought of something much better.
“Yeah, sorry I’m late. Got stuck in traffic. Um, do you think I could have some water?”
Elaya snorted and walked into the kitchen. Just like a man to fuck up and then ask for something. All she needed were her reports, and he was over an hour late. And to add insult to injury, he barges in and makes demands. God, sometimes she wished…
The little hairs on the back of her neck stood up and Elaya paused. He wouldn’t…what the hell is he do--?
She made to turn around, but a bruising grip covered her upper arms and slammed her into the refrigerator. She winced as the hard plastic hit her chest—her period was coming and her entire body felt heavy and full. It was probably also the reason she was PMSing and hated him, space, and time so badly at that moment.
“Let me go, asshole.”
“Fuck you, bitch.”
“You—are fucking—with the wrong bitch, bitch.”
Damien was beyond words when he heard that last comment. He had intended to just scare her a little—play a few twisted little pseudo sex games. But dammit, she just knew all of his buttons, and he could feel a red rage begin to color his vision.
“Sometimes…you just don’t know how to stop—do you?”
Elaya breathed as the grip on her upper arms loosened and she turned to look at her ex and stopped. His face was a bank mask—smooth and unblemished, completely calm and sedate.
Unnerving.
“D-Damien?”
She stuttered. For the life of her, she didn’t know why, didn’t know what had made her look into that smooth face of boyish charm and recoil in fear, but she did.
And the next moment, she turned and ran.
***
A/N2: Will continue. Need sleep.