Twisted Love
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Category:
Erotica › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
3,075
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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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.
Twisted Love
Forbidden Love
Prologue
Fera
I thought I was going to die the first time I saw her. Honestly, my blood turned hot, and my heart almost beat out of my chest. Butterflies appeared in my stomach, and I felt as if I was going to faint. She was beautiful, no scratch that, she was STUNNING. And I fell in love with her right away, despite the well known fact that my dad was going to marry her in a few days
I was introduced to Jada first when I was getting out of my navy blue Aston Martin DB27. I heard laughter and voices coming from the open balcony spreading across the whole of the mansion. I looked up, taking my Dior sunglasses off and my eyes fell right on her. (I guess I can’t blame my father for snatching her up, even though she was half his age).
She had dangerous curves, an ass that would make JLO jealous, thick straight golden brown hair (that fell past her shoulders), legs that seemed to go on for miles, and breasts that seemed to be a natural D. She had beautiful wide hazel eyes, straight nose, pouty lips and bronzed skin. The white glitter butterfly halter top barely contained her breasts, and her short micro mini skirt barely covered her ass, and I could tell that she was wearing a matching white thong.
‘Oh my God,’ I thought, ‘I need to get out of here.’
I turned away before she could see me staring.
~*~*~
I was a nervous wreck as I got ready for dinner that night. My father was bringing her and my disgusting half-brother Andrew and his trashy girlfriend Kelly would be there. I was throwing clothes all over my room, my nerves just growing as I panicked over what I would wear. I settled on the simplest thing I could put on: a simple white tank and a nice denim skirt.
“Miss Julie are you ready for dinner?”
I almost jumped when I heard our butler John calling to me from the hall.
“Yeah. I’ll be down in a minute.”
“Very good ma’am.”
I took that minute to collect myself. It did little to help.
‘Dammit.’
I made my way down the marble staircase, and almost stopped in the middle. There the lovers’ were, standing off to the side, and obviously watching for everyone else to come to dinner with them. And then she smiled.
I tripped on the edge of the step and slid down the last three steps. I heard the sound of heels rushing forward, and a soft hand reaching out for mine. I took it and felt a flush running to my cheeks.
“Are you ok?”
I blushed and rushed to get up.
“Yea, I’m fine.”
When I looked up finally, I almost had to take a second breath. She was only two feet from me it seemed, and she was dressed to the nines in a black micro mini cocktail dress and a single ankle strap 4 inch heels.
We backed away quickly from each other. Each seeming to feel embarrassed by the sudden closeness…
Prologue
Fera
I thought I was going to die the first time I saw her. Honestly, my blood turned hot, and my heart almost beat out of my chest. Butterflies appeared in my stomach, and I felt as if I was going to faint. She was beautiful, no scratch that, she was STUNNING. And I fell in love with her right away, despite the well known fact that my dad was going to marry her in a few days
I was introduced to Jada first when I was getting out of my navy blue Aston Martin DB27. I heard laughter and voices coming from the open balcony spreading across the whole of the mansion. I looked up, taking my Dior sunglasses off and my eyes fell right on her. (I guess I can’t blame my father for snatching her up, even though she was half his age).
She had dangerous curves, an ass that would make JLO jealous, thick straight golden brown hair (that fell past her shoulders), legs that seemed to go on for miles, and breasts that seemed to be a natural D. She had beautiful wide hazel eyes, straight nose, pouty lips and bronzed skin. The white glitter butterfly halter top barely contained her breasts, and her short micro mini skirt barely covered her ass, and I could tell that she was wearing a matching white thong.
‘Oh my God,’ I thought, ‘I need to get out of here.’
I turned away before she could see me staring.
~*~*~
I was a nervous wreck as I got ready for dinner that night. My father was bringing her and my disgusting half-brother Andrew and his trashy girlfriend Kelly would be there. I was throwing clothes all over my room, my nerves just growing as I panicked over what I would wear. I settled on the simplest thing I could put on: a simple white tank and a nice denim skirt.
“Miss Julie are you ready for dinner?”
I almost jumped when I heard our butler John calling to me from the hall.
“Yeah. I’ll be down in a minute.”
“Very good ma’am.”
I took that minute to collect myself. It did little to help.
‘Dammit.’
I made my way down the marble staircase, and almost stopped in the middle. There the lovers’ were, standing off to the side, and obviously watching for everyone else to come to dinner with them. And then she smiled.
I tripped on the edge of the step and slid down the last three steps. I heard the sound of heels rushing forward, and a soft hand reaching out for mine. I took it and felt a flush running to my cheeks.
“Are you ok?”
I blushed and rushed to get up.
“Yea, I’m fine.”
When I looked up finally, I almost had to take a second breath. She was only two feet from me it seemed, and she was dressed to the nines in a black micro mini cocktail dress and a single ankle strap 4 inch heels.
We backed away quickly from each other. Each seeming to feel embarrassed by the sudden closeness…