M A L E V O L E N T (adjective) :
having or showing a wish to do evil to others.
"she was an angel, touched by the devil
he was the devil, touched by an angel"
When Harry becomes leader of "The Vipers", he doesn't expect his hardest mission to be...
.•° ✿ °•. Trigger Warning : Violence and Degrading Terminology towards those in the sex working industry. I do not condone the actions and words used in this chapter. I respect all men and women who do what they have to do in order to live. Much love! Please vote 🤍 °•. ✿ .•°
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Why the fuck is there pressure on my crotch?
I feels like my whole body has been hit by a massive truck. I seriously need to cut down on the drinking...and maybe the drugs.
The hangover I'm experiencing right now could literally kill a man. But I have experienced near death a few times, I think I'll stick with the hangover.
I grunted harshly when the pressure increased. Don't get me wrong, it felt good, but I was beyond confused as to why the fuck I was feeling more pressure in the head in my pants than the one on my shoulders.
Opening my eyes, I waited for my green eyes to focus to the harsh light being drawn in from the open curtains in my "bedroom".
That's weird, they're always shut. I didn't open them.
Getting into full protection mode, I went to reach for the gun that I always kept under my pillow, only for my arm to get stopped when a cold hand grabbed my wrist and guided it down my body and into a head of hair.
I was now aware of the wet sensation on my dick. What the fuck is this bitch doing.
I look down and there is a mass of blonde hair bobbing up and down my shaft. My brows furrow as I try to remember when I ever said this girl could touch me. Why was she here in the first place.
My finger wrapped harshly around the hair on her head, hearing a pained whimper leave her lips. Good. I'm glad it hurt.
I pulled her head away from my lap, looking her directly in the eyes.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" I bite out.
"You were hard baby. I wanted to help." Her inflated lips pouted, making her look like a blow up doll.
"Who said you could touch me? How did you get in here?" I grunted as I pushed her away from me.
"You don't remember last night? You brought me up here after the party. Well actually I found myself alone in one of the guest bedrooms and was confused, so I came to find you and wanted to show you what you're missing." She smirked.
