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𝐌𝐢𝐥𝐝 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 ⚠︎︎

I stood there shocked. Terrified.

"Get up." I shiver in arousal at his command.

Zariah, not the fucking time you whore.

My legs feel like jelly as I try to get up. My knees buckle under me and I'm sent falling forward. I close my eyes prepared for the fall, but it never comes.

"Are you gonna get off me now or later?" I snap my eyes open to find my arms around the gorgeous man. My hands are grabbing his suit jacket tightly almost like I'm afraid to let him go.

Lifting my face, my eyes connect with his losing myself in them. My hand reaches out and touches his cheek, while his hard blue eyes watch me in fascination.

"The Devil in disguise."

I felt my hands getting ripped off him. I gasp seeing him coming closer to me.

Did I make him mad? Oh shit, did I say that aloud!? BITCH....is this REALLY how i die!?

"Devil in disguise huh?" I bite my lip feeling a blush creep up my neck. I'm definitely dying.

His face now only inches away from mine. His eyes now observing mine. "I'll show you Devil in disguise. On your stomach."

I glare at him. Fuck I look like? A dog? "No."

The way his face hardened made me think that maybe that was the wrong choice.

He grabs my waist and turns me around himself, smacking my ass when my stomach lands on the mattress.

Nah, it definitely was.

"FUCK." Another smack. "What the fuck is your problem?" Another smack.

I felt the bed dip behind me. "Watch your mouth with me, tesoro." His breath fans my ear as he nibbles on my neck.

A wave of excitement hits my core as I arch my back.  I shouldn't be feeling like this... At all. But I do.

I look back at him to see him staring at me with wide eyes.

"Fuck!" He says his accent becoming stronger, as he caresses my ass. "I thought you were just drunk." I blush while he looks lost in thought. I drop my head into the pillow begging for the bed to swallow me whole.

What am I? A fifteen year old girl?

"Do you remember that night? Huh, baby?" He says suddenly, making me lift my head. Why is he smirking at me? His hand on my waist now.

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