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"I don't like sharing", the voice was tender, the warmth of his breath was caressing her skin.
She tried pushing his hard chest with her tiny palms but the man stood like a rock leaving only few inches in between their bodies.
"I'm not a thing", she hissed with closed eyes.
He smirked as his lips grazed her earlobes. A chill ran down her spine.
"You're not. You're a person. My person", the tone was authorative. He gently ran the nozzle of his gun on her bare forearms, her toes curled in her sneakers.
"Only mine, sweet cheeks", he added as his lips touched the mole on the side of her neck, the dot that makes his world go crazy. Before she could react he already disappeared behind the tall wooden door.
A series of curse left her lips.
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Hello! Just a small preview.
Going to start the journey of these two soon.
See yall along with them.
Lots of love,
Your lost writer ♡