'It felt like a burning moment that our hatred really blew up into a sea of fire. "You really think just because he wants you that it makes you bulletproof? I can touch you Octavia, I can hurt you and I can definitely fucking kill you"
A Mattheo R...
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My eyes woke to his pounding heart beating so loudly I could hear the echo throughout my ears. I listened to the symphony of each beat- it was replaying music in the center of a peaceful mind.
His hands were wrapped possessively around my waist, his thumbs stopping at my hips and stomach, while my entire body ruptured with butterflies.
Mattheo didn't know how his touch seized my entire soul.
Overtime I noticed I became a hopeless mask with no purpose.
With Mattheo I fought and killed and relished in the girl I always wanted to be. He didn't halt any violence, he loved every part of the blood. Mine and the ones I killed.
I shuffled underneath his grasp and his fingertips only dropped lower. Grazing underneath the hem of my underwear, I turned my head to hear Camille's light snores.
Biting my lip I pushed his hand furthest away and sighed in relief mixed with dread when his hand was now placed on the side of the bed.
A loud slam of metal clinking on the floor shook both of us out of bed.
Camille lifting her head, she rubbed her eyes in relaxation when looking at the two of us beside her.
It was several pans banging against each other and that's when me and Theo shared a look knowing very well it was one of the guys.
