Raeven_Black

"What you gonna do? Force your way out?" He smirked.

My eyes widened due to his audacity.

"Y-you a$$hole!" I exclaimed in annoyance.

Why can't he understand the word no?

I saw how his demeanor got dark. His already chinky eyes narrowed into slits as he glared daggers at me. His stance grew predatory, and I blanched. He's being scary.

"I am what?" He whispered animosity is on his voice.

My tongue got tied as I tried to bite back a curt and failed. He was already walking towards me, but I held my place. I'm not going to show him he can intimidate me.

We were just mere centimeters apart now, and his scent invaded my personal space again.

"You are staying." He mumbled.

His fingers traced the contour of my collar bone before dipping at the hollow on my neck.

"And you know that we still have that deal, yeah?"

He moved his fingers up my neck and grabbed me by my nape before pulling me close to him. His face hunched closer to nuzzle my neck, and then he started pressing little kisses that made my eyes close. He is seducing me...

"We're going to seal that deal sooner or later, Lyubov moya. I hope you're ready." He rasped in my ear right before he bit down.
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Wynter McIver, Queen of the Boardroom. She was born with a silver spoon in her mouth, and she always gets what she wants. At 28, her mother pushes her to marry, but she never agreed nor even think about it.

She's in her prime life and being tied down is still out of her mind. She had boyfriends before, but none of them could coax her into marriage.

But when she met the ruggedly handsome and mysterious Keith Andrew Nagasaki, her thoughts in marriage fled out of the window. At last, she met her knight in an Armani suit, her other half, and she would do anything to have him. But when she discovered his deepest and darkest secret, she didn't know what to do. She was trapped in wanting the man and fearing him.

WARNING: R18

Credits to the artist

Psycho's Mine

Staring at those bright blue eyes made me think of the time where I went on a vacation on the coast of Amalfi. It was one of the most memorable trips I had overseas. I remembered how beautiful the scenery I was seeing while I peered on the terrace of the hotel I was staying at.

The sight of the blue ocean gave me that tranquil feeling that I desperately need from being away from work. It made me calm, and just at peace.

But this? This ocean of blue doesn't make me peaceful, not at all.

This one is making me hate the color of the sea.

The woman with dyed blonde hair continued to smile at me like she was being friendly. Her right hand was stretched outward in front of me, waiting for a handshake, which I eyed in displease.

My nightmare is here and she's smiling.

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