ck

is too

that head of his. The same th

ing. I a

king years because of that bas

ake advantage

nd her money with that whore he's been seeing. I don't

ing sounds downstairs. I heard Michael's

ds, all the contents spilled. The couches were shoved and there was a broken glass thrown on the wall, liquid d

angry quite easily. Even though he's the most gentlest person - well, outside the bedroom

, our best friend. I love that no matter how much I tend to rile him up, he's never been physical

I don't

ke a breath of fresh air. We went from being friends to being in a relationship. I

ird person, it's usually for a sexual purpose and nothing more.

t room and not our master bedroom.

ve ourselves and it's been that way ever since. I'm

of our group, he's a mysterious quiet man. We've known each other our whole lives that we are c

th. I just have one of those 'oh fuck it' days. Michael knows how to snap me out of those. I've lost count

oo. He made it his mission to let me know how 'celestial' I am when we're fucking. He tells me he loves my moans, my body, the faces I make, ho

ualities. I was never a twink, which is what most men prefer. I'm quite manly and dominant like. When I'm with Michael though, that's all out the window. The man brings out the boy in me.

e caring. Sometimes he fucks my brains out until I'm on the verge of passing out from so much pleasure. I kn

etter man than him. And h

te the outburst, he was still angry. I could see that. When I stepped closer, he stepped

u won't hurt me," I took his face in my hands. "You never gave me a reaso

Still

hold on me. He let out hot breaths in an attempt to calm himself. When it d

, it's dark and vicious and it won't let him go. I know that he wants to go to that bastard who hu

ently, not questioning me. I walked in our bedroom and stopped at the foot of th

t's the best thing. It tops love making for many reasons. It serves as a make up tool when words can't be exchanged, to avoid saying hurtful things. It is the only exception to

I'm the calm one in this group, but that doesn't mean I don't crave blood just as much as Michael does. I tend to throw punches her

t bastard, I'll show him t

our Princess and

er my shirt. His eyes lowered to my abdomen and I saw lust fla

off steam," admittedly, we've never had angry sex. It's always the hard core Dominant pleasure and it was in control. "I'm piss

closed the distance between us, taking his face. "Yours to do whatev

. The fire licking what's left of his control. He gripped my waist and my heart jumpe

control for a moment. "I trust you," I whispered against his lip

down until half of my body was lying on the bed. Moving my hips up in the air, he yanked the jeans