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I didn't think I am the type of girl that love a dominant man. I definitely didn't see myself falling for one. Until I met "Killian". He infuriates the hell out of me,he broke down my wall,barge into my life,making demands and stealing my heart. And I let him. I couldn't feel for years. I felt numb or angry. Numb or angry,and nothing else. Until Daya Bulldozed her way into my life. What started as a 1 night stand turned into a forever thing. Daya infuriates me, after ruining my sex life and giving me blue balls for 2 months.. One day she appears out of nowhere..once again turning my world on its axis and shattering my defense. I fell irrevocably in love with her,it scares me. I don't plan to let her go now, not ever. Even though she hates me.even though she is very much pregnant..I will still make her mine. Nothing and no one can stop me.
You feel so good Killian,don't stop please"..she girl wreathing beneath me moaning loudly..It pisses me the fuck off,her nasally voice is grating on my nerves and distracting me from finishing...I wanted to finish and throw her out of my apartment..pant house actually.
Her moans increased,fucking with my concerntration again.i didn't want to hear her stupid voice,she isn't the one I want.i close my eyes and all I can see is the fucking red headed girl with stricking blue eyes.how can I be inside another woman and thoughts of her still plaugues me.....growling with annoyance,I adjust my position,throw the screeching banshee's legs against my chest and pound in one go,she screams and i slam my palm on her mouth,muffling her annoying voice. pounding into her with all my pent up anger,like a mad man.her eyes widen and tears trail down from the side of her eyes but I don't relent..I pound into her like a man possessed and she clutches my wrist,holding on to it like it's the only thing keeping her from falling off the bed.
Suddenly I don't see her face anymore,her dark brown boring hair turns into flaming locs in my eyes.her brown eyes turns into blue,the bluest I've ever seen and I grow harder and pound into her with renewed strength,her eyes lit up and her muffled moans increases.probably thinking something she did excites me..only if she knows that I see another woman's face as I am balls deep inside her..
She starts clawing at my wrists, frantically trying to ease my hold on her mouth.i remove my hand from her mouth and stand abruptly,my cock going soft instantly.
She gapes at me,confusion marring her face.
"Clean yourself up,get dressed and leave"
"What the actual fuck?.I didn't even finish.omg"..she screeches,face turning red.
"Your voice is fucking annoying". Walking to my bathroom I throw over my shoulder "My driver will drop you off at your apartment....have a goodnight Charity"
"My name is Cheryl you asshole" she screams after me.
Slamming my bathroom door I turn the shower on, tuning out her angry voice,blasting the shower on a freezing temperatures..I brace my hands on the tiled wall,I watch as water pour from my head and pool at my feet.
Angry as fuck at myself.and at the redhead Stranger.
Annoyed that I have let this continue for too long.
Two long Months now.Two months of torture...two months of blue balls and unfinished sex.
I shouldn't have gone out that night to the club.i should have stayed home and sleep or even fucking read.
But I went out,and met the most beautiful girl I have ever seen,flaming red hair,blue eyes unlike I've ever seen before and red full lips.she enchanted me.because how else will I not have the urge to have sex with another woman without seeing her face.I had the most amazing sex of my life that night and woke up to my bed empty.she was gone and I didn't even get to know her name..the only indication that she was in my apartment is her smell lingering on my pillow and bedsheets.
And that was the last time I had good sex.
I have not been able to have sex with any other girl without her face haunting my thoughts..it pisses me off that a complete stranger has this hold over me and I don't even know where to find her.
I even start to avoid any red headed woman and brought home boring bland cheryl home to see if I could actually finish this night.
Big fucking mistake..her voice fucking piss me off.
I still couldn't get off.
Sexually frustrated and pissed.
I finish my shower,dry off and wrap my towel around the waist.
I enter the bedroom and meet it empty.the content of my drawer on the floor and my bed covers on the floor.
Sighting. I pick them up.change my sheets and lay down to sleep.
Tossing and turning for the rest of the night.
Haunted by a certain blue eyed witch with flaming red locs.
"ENZO RICCARDO" The name that could make even a grown man wet himself.. The name only uttered in hushed whispers. Some call him the devil himself, the manipulator, the cold-blooded savage man. The king of the underworld I have caught the attention of this monster. It's too late,I didn't even see it coming. I am to marry him in a week time. He doesn't even like or know me. The worst part is that no one can save me.
Warning! Mature Contents! ***Excerpt*** "You belong to me, Sheila. I alone am capable of making you feel this way. Your moans and body belong to me. Your soul and your body are all mine!" *** Alpha Killian Reid, the most dreaded Alpha in all of the North, wealthy, powerful and widely feared in the supernatural world, was the envy of all other packs. He was thought to have it all... power, fame, wealth and favour from the moon goddess, little was it known to his rivals that he has been under a curse, which has been kept a secret for so many years, and only the one with the gift of the moon goddess can lift the curse. Sheila, the daughter of Alpha Lucius who was an arch enemy to Killian, had grown up with so much hatred, detest and maltreatment from her father. She was the fated mate to Alpha Killian. He refused to reject her, yet he loathed her and treated her poorly, because he was in love with another woman, Thea. But one of these two women was the cure to his curse, while the other was an enemy within. How would he find out? Let's find out in this heart racing piece, filled with suspense, steamy romance and betrayal.
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