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"Daddy told you not to play with demons did he?" He plays with my hair, backing me up against the side of his bed. Poking his index fingers under the front strands of my hair making it look like devil horns. His scent consuming me. Creating an arousal down in my underwear when I can feel his breath on my skin. His voice husky and hungry as his lip curves in, letting his teeth close down on it. His black upswept messy hair needing to be combed thoroughly. The way his icey electric blue eyes see right through mine. "...My brother said you're bad for me." I gulp, taking in a deep breath when his hand runs down my cheeks and his fingers trickle down my jaw until his thumb lightly grazes over my bottom lip. He lets out one small breathless laugh, before biting his lip again, and playing with the ring on his hand that's hanging by his side, twisting his fingers and spinning it. "Let me tell you, something angel," he pushes my shoulders back as I fall to the bed, my dirty blonde locks whipping up for a second before hitting the fresh pillow beneath me. "Sin City wasn't made for you." ~~~~~~~~~
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