The Kingpins Angel
"I want you... Wolf," She whispers sweetly, taking my bottom between her teeth and she lightly sucks on it with a moan leaving her lips.
She releases my lip, her hands move to the buckle of my slacks and she loosens it. I clamp my eyes shut, leaning my head against the doorframe with a silent plea hanging on the tip of my tongue that I don't lose contro,l and take her like a savaged beast.
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LOVING wolf was like a chaotic thunderstorm engulfing me. He was beautiful, unpredictable, and brutally ruthless.
Someone like me doesn't belong in his world. Used as a pawn, I find myself falling into the wrong hands time and time again.
BUT I always end back up in the hands that make my body burn with fever, my heart pound with desire, and my blood boil, with contempt.
He is my Wolf, and I am his Red to our screwed-up fairytale love story.
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