Kylen's Mocha Doll
Kylen Amato was psychotic. It was the only word that could describe it. He enjoyed the feel of taking someone's life and he he didn't need a reason to do it. He didn't give a damn about anything or anybody but his siblings.
That changed on a night out with his siblings. It was the first time he had laid eyes on his doll. He wanted to own her, possess her and he was going to do just that. He took what he wanted, no questions asked and she would be no exception. His only word for her was, Mine.
Sutton Cross was a technical genius. She graduated college at the age of nineteen and went into business with her best friend, who was more like her sister. She was quiet and shy, finding it hard to talk to and trust people.
However, one faithful night after celebrating a completed job, she comes across a young man that roused something inside of her. Making her want to talk to him, trust him. Even if his eyes told her that he was beyond trouble.
"K-Kylen." Sutton stuttered out as he picked her up and placed her back against the wall.
"Sshh, Doll. It's okay."
She wanted to believe him, but the last boy she had believed had stripped her of her virtue because he wanted to be able to say he was the one who had done it.
Kylen could see the fear in her eyes and for the first time he actually cared how someone outside of his siblings felt. He leaned in and kissed her lips.
"I'm not that fuck boy, Sutton." He told her. "I'll be here when you wake up in the morning." He promised her.
"I-In t-the morning?" Sutton questioned confused since it was only six in the evening.
"The morning." Kylen confirmed with a smirk. "Because Daddy's about to fuck you to sleep." He told her before slowly sliding into her.