~••♡•| KORI NOVIKOV |•♡••~
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He kissed me.
I kissed him.
How the fuck did that even happen? I barely knew him or anything about him. I didn't know his age , what he did for work or why he was involved in my life all of a sudden. All I knew was that somewhere amidst the bickering between us, I couldn't control the feeling in my stomach when he looked at me or when he touched me.
This kind of thing has never happened to me and I was surprised that after all these years, there was a man that seemed to like being around me. Barely.
But I couldn't allow myself to get close to someone, and potentially blow my cover. I had been hidden safely for all these years I wasn't going to let some stranger ruin that.
Even if that stranger was unbelievably hot and gorgeous.
That's why I had to tell him to leave.
And I'm glad I did, because shortly after Gene had showed up and it really wasn't pretty. He looked angry when he pushed the door open. His eyes instantly zeroed in on me and his face pulled into a gruesome scowl. But he didn't have the right to look angry at me.
Especially when he abandoned his responsibilities and left me to pay for everything. So before he could speak I looked at him - livid.
"Where the fuck have you been?" I asked.
"Don't question me, you're not my keeper,"
"I don't care, you left me here to pay for everything myself!" I shouted.
His eyes scanned the room and landed on the two empty glasses that sat on the table. He looked up at me and zeroed in on my swollen lips and his eyes flashed with anger.
"Who the fuck was in my house?" He stormed towards me gripping my arm harshly. Yanking me forward.
The words got stuck in my throat before you spoke again, "I asked you a question you fucking, whore," his hands gripped my face hard forcing me to look at him.
"You think you can fuck other guys in my house?" His hand flattened and swung across my cheek hard and the tears began to flow.
"I - uh -," his fist met my eye, causing me to crumple to the ground with a loud thud.
The pain was stinging.My chest began to tighten. Gene stood there towering over me with a smug smile on his face. He knew that he had complete control over me.I didn't have a say in the matter.
So when he reached out for me, I didn't protest.
He yanked me forward by the waist of my jeans and forced his lips against mine. I whimpered as his grip on me tightened. I felt disgusted with myself for not being able to pull away.
"I fucking own you, slut," he hissed at me.
This wasn't the first time Gene had hit me. This wasn't the first time he tried to force himself on me.
He began to move my night dress up and I screamed, "Please Gene stop, I don't want this," I cried , trying to wriggle out of his grip.
I kicked my legs but I was beginning to grow exhausted. The only thing that made him stop was the sound of his phone ringing. He got off the floor and fished his phone out of his pocket. He scowled at the screen before tossing the phone on the couch.

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Kori Novikov | 18+
Romance☆☆☆☆☆ "Then why did you hurt me," I whispered, not being able to say it any louder. His face softened as he stared at me. His hand reached up to my cheek and I didn't even stop him. It was too late. I was in love with him and now that he's admitted...