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Psycho's Mine

"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. --------------------------------------- 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

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Her Knight In Armani pt. 7

It felt like a slow-motion when the door swung open…

If it's some other time, it would definitely look like a scene from a horror movie. And instead of feeling excited, I should be quaking in my flats from fear, or crying like an ugly fool as I have a mental breakdown.

My eyes were tightly glued towards the entranceway, holding my breath in anticipation. If this continued for a while longer, who knows if I suddenly died from suffocation or lack of oxygen, am I right?

So the big fancy wooden slab opened with a distinct creak, revealing a person. Their own pair of intense eyes met mine and held it the whole time. I couldn't move for a while, just staring at that person's figure with so many emotions swirling inside me.

It's mostly vexing, by the way.

My brows furrowed, "Why the fvck are you here?"

The person who was the receiving end of my hatred smirked.

"Were you expecting someone else?" They said.