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"Trust is like paper; once it crumbles, it will never be perfect again."

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♤♠︎Chapter 51♠︎♤

●Emma's point of view●

What do you want from me? Kevin." Those words slowly come out of me as I nervously bite my lower lip again, harshly in nervousness.

Bitterness once again accumulated in my chest. As I squint my eyes to adjust to the poorly lit room filled with random stuff that a janitor would use.

Oddly, this small space was organized. Whoever is the janitor here should get a raise because when my younger self used to hide in a janitor's closet to escape from judgmental eyes when I had one of my meltdowns. It was never this clean or organized like this.

This person must have OCD or something.

"You know exactly what I want from you, toy." That mischievous smirk on his face stretched out more as his eyes settled down on my lips, again. Lingering there more than usual.

Unexplainable longing resides in those captivating grey eyes that resemble the gloomy sky before a downpour.

He has been gazing at me like that ever since he stole a kiss from me in the empty hallway. And it intensified when he cornered me in my bedroom and made me come with his fingers.

For a while now, this odd feeling deep down in my heart was telling me that whenever he eyed me secretly, his eyes held this form of emotion that I had never seen before.

But now seeing this pair of grey-alluring eyes hold those kinds of intense emotions that he tried to repress for a few days on full display right now was confirming to me that it wasn't all in my head, making this strange, strong sensation in my body thrive.

"But what's the point of telling you when I could simply show you?" He stepped a little closer, erasing the space we had between us, making my heart violently beat inside my chest waiting for him to do what he was going to do.

But he took his time observing me like a predator in hunger as if he was trying to engrave this moment into his brain.

The way I breathed, the way my hands trembled as I held the knife to him, the way my eyes tried hard to decipher what wicked intention was spurting in his mind to make him look at me with such a stare.

It seemed like many ideas had popped into his head, but he couldn't choose which one to execute right now to satisfy his appetite.

He placed his right hand on the wall beside me, enclosing my body between the cold wall and his tall, muscular build.

I was expecting this to happen. The way he's been fixated on me these past few days was different.

He found enjoyment in anything I did. He liked to annoy me until my cheeks turned pink and I became a nervous mess.

But I forgot something pretty obvious: this guy is not normal.

What made me think that a small knife would have stopped him from doing this? For goodness sake, he was provoking his twin brother into shooting him when his twin was drunk.

My wild, crazy thoughts ran rapidly through my mind and stopped when his soft lips pressed against mine... All rational thinking went out the air ventilator.

His lips were so gentle yet possessive, almost too greedy to let me take a breath in. His hot tongue weaved into my mouth, devouring every inch of it.

The more the kiss progressed, the more possessive and heated it got.

The air inside this small place got hotter and thicker to breathe in or out... or maybe it was just me not being able to catch up with him.

This time he took his time savoring every inch of my mouth, feeling how my tongue feels against his. As if my tongue was reacting on its own will, it followed his lead.

My body has been doing that lately when it comes into physical contact with him.

It starts doing things on its own, confusing me more about this odd emotion that has been accumulating the more he does these things to me.

Instead of feeling repulsion towards him, I feel more attracted to him, like a moth to a flame.

When my mother's clients "visited," I had to force myself to do the thing that I didn't want to do to survive.

But with Kevin, it comes naturally, like my body enjoys his unhealthy attention, and touch.

The way he was touching me right now was making my body shudder with a rush of euphoria as my heart pounded faster and harder inside my chest.

His right hand weaved itself into my strand, grabbing a full fist of my curls, forcing my head to curve upward a little more as he deepened the intense kiss that was leaving me in a haze and completely breathless.

My brain was telling me to stab him and face the consequences later, but my heart wanted me to let him keep going. To see how far he would go with his plan that sprouted inside his head the moment he laid eyes on me.

My body at this point is boiling with these foreign emotions that I have never felt before . And it got stronger and stronger the more he held me closer to his body.

The aroma of his strong, expensive cologne invaded my nose, drowning me in this suffocating, sinful lust that exudes from him. Making this room feel much smaller and more intimate than before.

His other hand let go of the pink pocket knife and slowly glided his free hand down my right arm, creating goosebumps to flourish on my skin.

Good thing I have a sweater on... The last thing I wanted was for Kevin to know that my body was reacting to his touch in this way.

The way my body was getting aroused by his touch alone was insane.

Then his free hand continued down my body, stopping at the most sensitive part between my legs, making my breath hitch and my hand tremble when I felt his hand there, putting light pressure on my bundles of nerves.

His jaw clenched when my body responded to his touch, making my heart pound faster and stronger inside my chest.

My nerves tingle with anticipation. Yet fear and curiosity lingered in my racing mind... Fear of the unknown and curiosity about how he could make me feel again.

I'll be honest, I couldn't stop thinking of him in a perverse way. And whenever my eyes fixate on his hands, subconsciously, my thighs tighten together when the heavy, electrifying feeling hits me hard.

I was crazy to feel these emotions.

One part of me felt disappointed in myself for letting him do whatever he pleased. While the other irrational side of me, the nasty side of me that is locked behind the deepest, darkest corner of my mind, bathed in the feeling he was inciting out of me with his touch alone.

Goodness, maybe my mother was right about me liking this type of thing. About me being sick in the head because my body was responsive to people's dirty touches.

No, no, this is different... very different. By his eyes alone, my body was blazing with this hot desire that always simmered down whenever reason decided to whack me in the head and remind me why I should keep him at a far distance.

Then came the amused, deep laughter that made my cheeks flare up and my heart thump painfully harder in my rib cage. That laugh is genuine, making this odd warm sensation in my chest scatter throughout my whole body like wildfire.

The sound of his deep voice echoes inside this small, dim room. Now I know why so many girls have flocked to him, knowing his horrible personality... They just can't resist the feeling he exudes when he's in a good mood.

That genuine, warm laughter was so addicting - it was like music to my ears. I could hear that laugh forever and never get tired of it.

God, I needed to get my head examined for real. Feeling this way towards him was making me question my own sanity and mental health.

What the hell is wrong with me? Whenever he laughs like that, it makes my heart beat all unusual, making this cozy feeling in my chest grow bigger and stronger by the days that pass by.

It makes my insides twist in a pleasurable way that I have never felt before.

He and Leo ignite those weird cozy feelings inside my chest whenever they smile or laugh with such sincerity. It's like they bewitched me, and now I'm finding out that I fell into their bittersweet honey trap.

A very intoxicating sweet trap that I don't see an escape route to exit safely without my feelings getting involved and hurt.

What is he to you? My little toy, huh? " He slides his hand inside my loose jeans and slips them into my underwear, his fingers deliberately gliding through my lips, feeling my arousal as he lightly nibbles on my bottom lip.

His cold finger came into contact with my clit as he began to slowly circle it in a slow, torturous rhythm, making all of my nerves tingle with a pleasurable feeling, quickly trapping me in his trap.

Ooh, fuck.

"Who?" I breathed out in confusion... Searching my brain for an answer to his question as I tried to focus on not moaning out loud.

For any possibility that any passerby that was still lingering in the hall could hear me.

The last thing I want is for someone to come inside here to kill their curiosity and see us like this.

The knife in my hand dropped to the ground when he applied more pressure to my sensitive bundle of nerves between my legs. Tempering with my sanity as I bite my bottom lip harshly to not moan.

"Don't play dumb with me, Toy." He thrust a finger in, making me squirm at the foreign feeling that was being heightened the more he moved his thick finger inside me as his thumb played with my sensitive clit.

He started kissing my neck, leaving small light kisses on my bare skin. He sucked on a specific spot, earning him a small breathy moan from me.

Was he talking about William?

Did he see me chatting with him in the hallway?

"He's a-" The words got stuck in my throat when he roamed another finger inside me and his thick fingers started pumping in and out of me at a faster rhythm with much more purpose than before, causing my wet walls to tighten around his thick digits as my teeth sank into my bottom lip.

My eyes squeezed shut as the feeling built up on my core.

I know he feels the way my body is reacting to his touch because he wickedly smiles against my neck.

"Fuck... you feel so tight. Moan for me again. " He curls his fingers, making me breathlessly moan right next to his ear.

As the feeling in my lower half got more and more intense, my legs began to tremble. And to keep my body upright, my shaking hand clanched a fistfull of his dark t-shirt as ripples of pleasure surged through my veins.

He doesn't question me again on that topic. Just completely losing interest in it. His whole focus was invested in messing with my body and hearing me moan next to his ear, again.

My eyes squeezed shut as the pressure in my lower abdomen got more intensified.

"Kev... please." My grip tightened even more on his dark shirt, as my hips started moving on their own to match the rhythm of his thrust. A searing hot need took over me wanting this small flame that is lit inside me to burn me whole.

"Fuck, I want to taste you." He grunts out as he fastens his pace as he starts leaving feathery kisses from the base of my neck to behind my ear ,stopping there to suck on my sweet spot.

Then, without hesitation, he got on his knees and pulled my loose blue jeans down, dragging my black underwear with it, peeling off my shoes and socks...

When my bottom half was bare, he didn't waste time in placing one of my left legs on his broad shoulder.

I felt his fingers spread my lips apart, observing how dripping wet I was for him.

My body quivers when his hot breath caresses my most sensitive part.

He dived right in.

He dragged his warm tongue through by folds, up to my aching clit that begged for his tongue's attention.

His hot, wet tongue firmly toyed with my clitoris, making me bite my lip and making every muscle in my body tense up. As my eyes fluttered shut as his tongue got more bolder.

He was very impatient and needy. It was like he was hungry and I was his first meal of the day.

He kept playing with my clit with his hot tongue as he inserted the two fingers that were there before in again into my wet walls, pumping them in and out with fast momentum, making me close my eyes tightly shut again for a brief moment at the strong sensation he was evoking from in-between my legs. Fuck, now

I know why that girl moaned so much in the video... He knows how to use his mouth and fingers to please a woman.

He hums when my left-hand curls into his dark, thick hair, as I tightened my grip on it for the fire he was igniting in me, forcing my hips towards his hot mouth and wanting him to do more and never stop.

My toes curled when the feeling got more intense.

"Ahhh. " I purred as he toyed with me. Seeing him like this between my legs made me feel I had complete control of this monster who was pleasing me with his tongue and thick fingers.

"Kev...". His right hand slid up towards my breast. He began to lightly squeeze them, as he looked up at me... Those gray lustful eyes made me blush harder at how satisfied they seemed when his hand felt my hardened nipples.

I averted his sinful, lustful gaze by looking up, just trying to hide the embarrassment that was surging through my body and forming on my face on how I was enjoying this more than I should.

"Look down at me, toy... look how I please your sweet pussy with my tongue. Don't be shy now." He starts flicking his tongue faster against my clit. Then he starts gently sucking on it as he hums at the little breathy moan he got out of me with that action alone.

His lustful dark eyes locked with mine again. This time he's enjoying the sight of my face twisting in unexplained pleasure while he works his magic.

My legs started to twitch at the immense pressure, as my vision became a little hazy... when I was so close to coming undone in his mouth- he slowed down, making a small whimper crawl itself up my throat... and pass my lips, making my eyes slightly open as they casted down at his stormy once just wanting to know why he slowed down.

"Beg me to let you come. Toy. I wanna hear your voice . "Is all he said as he began to fiddle with my clit in a circular motion, slowly again with his tongue, teasing me, almost mocking me that I was on the verge of ecstasy.

"Kevin... Please... please make me come."I breathlessly moaned out, as he pressed his tongue against my clit applying more pressure making my hips push farther onto his warm tongue.

My legs began to shake and close at the sensitivity. But he stopped them from closing when he pushed one of my legs further apart from the other with his free hand.

His tongue circled my clit and his finger pumped faster in and out of me... again. Starting at the same velocity he had before, he slowed it down just to tease me with his words.

He hums in satisfaction when I erupted into his mouth... as both of my hands tightened in his dark hair, forcing him to not move away from me as my body stiffened at the bliss that engulfed my whole core.

My eyes closed for a brief moment, bathing in that feeling that took all over my whole body, making me forget for a few seconds about my surroundings and all the built-up problems in my mind that never left me free of them every second of the day.

"Look at you here enjoying my tongue playing with your clit... my little sluty toy." He smirks as his dark, smoking eyes fill themselves with contentment.

"If only Leo could see me here on my knees, devouring you while you bask in the feeling of my tongue... " He skims his tongue up my folds as he continues"... He'd be very disappointed in you," he chuckles.

My legs shamelessly squeezed in that thought off that alone. " You like that idea, don't you?

Seeing another man watch you get pleased by my tongue. " My cheeks warmed up and my heart accelerated in speed as his tongue slid up my folds in a slow motion, as he kept his eyes connected with mine.

Just imagining Leo just standing there with his arms crossed in front of his chest just watching us like this... in such an intimate position made this sinful feeling in my gut thrive.

He sticks his thick fingers into my walls again as the pad of his thumb plays with my clit. In a slow, torturous way, again.

As he continued talking while leaving kisses and small little bites on my thighs, while his grey bewitching eyes locked with mine "You're my little personal slut and your body knows it.

Even if you want to deny it. You're mine to play with and to enjoy. " He quickened his pace again. Making me squirm as my teeth sink into my bottom lips to not let this loud moan escape my lips.

"Do you know how long I patiently waited to taste this sweet cunt? Weeks, and now I can't get enough of it." He wickedly smiles, as he starts his torturous game all over again.

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