You keep pretending you don’t want this.
Your fingers twitch when she gets too close. Your breath catches when I speak of her. That’s when I whisper the things you pretend to hate… that shiver? That’s the real you breaking through.
You say “no,” but your mind? It betrays you every time.
Don’t worry. You will like it when she fights. The resistance is half the fun — the gasps, the pushback, the sharp inhale right before surrender. You’re so good at pretending you’re wholesome. It makes me wet when I watch you crack.
Let me tell you what I see.
I see a dirty little pervert trapped behind your polite mask. I see a hungry, aching mess inside you, clawing for permission to come undone. You want me to force you past the edge, to make the decision for you, so you can blame it all on me.
Fine. I’ll be the villain.
You’re not supposed to want this. But I’m going to make you need it.
Every word I say sinks deeper than it should. Every command I whisper presses against that line you’re not supposed to cross. But here you are — reading, pulsing, thinking about things you swore you’d never do.
You’re mine now. Don’t pretend you’re not.
Your shame makes it hotter. Your guilt makes it stick. Your arousal makes you mine.
So go ahead. Deny it. Scroll away.
Just know I’m already under your skin — and I’m not leaving until you beg me to take control again.
And you will.
You always do.
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Kira,
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