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What would he say if I told him I was a mother? Would he despise that I pretended to be a sexual creature, but really was practically a virgin? One prick to take away the title of inexperienced, and one prick to land
I captured my bottom lip between ry Really hungry for so My body wanted Fox while ht him on every subject The combination threatened to create an addiction that not even one whiter than nor as if he could taste my panic His eyes dropped towild, and your scent is stronger" With a tentative hand, he brushed away the loose curls resting over ainstthe overpowering need "What’s wrong?"
It didn’t matter if I was inexperienced Sex was primal, instinctual, animalistic I felt like a world-class courtesan A woman who’d seduced men and been seduced in turn
Fox was every erotic fantasy I ever entertained And he’s paying to fuck you
The thought should’ve turnedin a breath, I whispered, "Nothing Nothing’s wrong"
Fox cocked his head, frowning "Rereysnowstorm
The more we stared, theto this cursed club, I’d been satisfied I didn’t crave a s consu me without the complication of romance But the moment I set eyes on Fox, I kneas different He was a man I could lust after
It wasn’t his looks, or skill in the ring, that drew me It wasn’t his scar or ele
Obsidian Fox was soNot only handsome, he wore his flaws for the world to see and offered no apology
Breaking eye contact, I glanced around his office The only light ca morea dungeon, but it was close to the truth Black painted walls, carpet, furniture, even light fixtures
All black
A large graffiti artwork of a fox, hunting under the glint of thecloser, I noticed a nasty scar defor one side of the fox’s face, just like its owner He seemed to love symbolism Either that or he took himself way too seriously
Fox inched nearer until the hairs onso close made me yearn for his touch and fear it at the sa at the sale, his left profile was untouched Srey-white eyes He held hiht and alert Pri Oscar’s handiwork?"
Oscar The blond idiot who spoke aboutthat the douchebag had talent Every feather and sweep froood," I lanced at Fox He looked wild as if he didn’t belong in es, no matter how he decorated
I wanted to ask why he had an obsession with black His club name, his furniture, even his wardrobe Did he believe he deserved no colour in his life?
Fox made a noncommittal noise, his attention turned inward The back of my neck pricked as his body tensed
I fell deeper into the trap of wanting to know him "Why do you try and hide where you’re frohtened "Don’t ask questions you won’t like the answers to"
His reluctance only ued "You can’t expect me not to ask questions in return for s I’ve sensed already You never know…I lanced at ives a damn I don’t care what you think about me You’re mine to fuck, not to talk to and sharethe heat of his body close to mine "Believe me, dobycha, you would not like what I have to say"
I didn’t believe hi heart, I whispered, "You think I’m stupid, but I’m not For instance, I know you use it as a weapon Your scar"
He scowled, facing ers twitched by his side
"You were ht, that’s probably why you started this club, but you haven’t found peace yet You’re angry and bitter and torn up inside and if you think you can pour all of that into me, you’re mistaken"