I Wasn't Horny Until He Touched Me3

Stella woke up frustrated... What's she going to do? If you missed the earlier parts, read them from my profile. And you can skip to the end of chapter 3 if you're in for the fun only. Either way, I'll see you in the comments ????

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The alleyway was dark. Not that dark though, just enough that Damien's features seemed extra grim.

His Red hair especially had a dark glow to it.

Announcing the splash of blood running along his knitted brows and down his square jaws. The splatter of blood on his chest. And the blood-stained white gooey stuff that drips off his fists.

No, that's definitely brain matter.

He said something, but I couldn't make it out.

He stepped closer to me, standing two heads above me with a broad chest and bulging biceps.

"What did you see, Stella?" Damien's voice vibrated through me, commanding ripples of unreasonable tingles layered with a thumping dread of death.

I tried to say something, to move or do something.

But my muscles weren't mine, my heart wasn't in the right spot.

And Damien didn't consider the pain or the pleasure when he grabbed my hair in one hand. Pressing me against the rigid wall of his abs and chest.

My scalp hurts.

His fingers around my waist are too strong.

And the tantalizing warmth of his tongue running up the length of my throat drowned the scent of violence, froze my joints, and turned my breaths shallow.

"What did you see?"

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