Home > Work > Manhattan Tormentor (From Manhattan #7)
1 " There is something mind-blowing about a man I can hardly stand, clutching my neck, while his other hand sinks into the back of my hair as we engage in a frenzied world ending kiss. "
― V. Theia , Manhattan Tormentor (From Manhattan #7)
2 " I can’t stand him, right?What am I doing?I don’t stop.I can’t stop kissing him. "
3 " He’s taken over my central nervous system, controlling it with flicks of his wicked tongue. Hungry animal-like noises rubbing against my mouth. He has me out of my mind for more of his taste and I push back into him to make him groan. I knew all along this asshole was lying. "
4 " He tastes like cinnamon and Christmas.And there is something shocking how thirsty I am for him to shove me around to do whatever the hell he wants. "
5 " And I’m letting him crawl into my mouth.Kissing me harder, deeper.He’s as forceful in kissing as he is on the football field.He’s hungry. That much I do recognize.By the time we separate, I’m wrecked for breath. Trying my damnedest to rub one out against the unforgiving denim of his jeans. "
6 " There’s no level of attraction that would get me involved with bi-curious or closet case.They’re too exhausting to keep up with their fake lives. "
7 " It’s your business if you wanna pretend you’re not queer.”Wrong. Thing. To. Say.His growl echoes on the tiled walls and he makes a move to charge forward only to stop himself feet away from me. Nostrils flared; lips curled back. Delicious anger staring at me. I’m a sick cub for finding him sexy.“You know nothing, Fierro. Keep your fucking mouth shut or I’ll do it for you, got it?”I smile and he’s further pissed off as I watch his eyes crinkle.Pity he’s a jerk, he really is hot.“Whatever you say. Try not to remember how I taste later, yeah?”It’s me who leaves first, brushing by his shoulder and he hisses another curse.His threats today don’t work on me, they never do.He’s like a posturing animal trying to exert his dominance.I never guessed he’d succeed with his tongue in my mouth.Stranger things have happened, but never did I think I’d end up making out with my tormentor. "
8 " I didn’t know I had a type. Now I do.It’s hot and mean. "
9 " Fierro’s, no matter what, stick together.We’re like our own army.We can fight like cats and dogs among ourselves, we can call each other every vile name there is. But if anyone else dare to do the same, we band together like rottweilers. "
10 " He’s made me his aim for ridicule. Every bully has a hobby, and I’m Finn’s. "
11 " My tormentor has psycho anger issues. And I’m his catalyst. "
12 " Finn Maverick is nothing but a glorified bully.He’s nothing to me.Except the man my attraction awakens for. "
13 " Fuck me. I’m biting the inside of my cheek with fury as I watch him until I taste metallic blood.I’m not gay.I’ve never thought about a guy in that way.And then this fool rocks up in my life and tips my brain upside down. The want drowns me. "
14 " He is flames in a sea of ice. A glass of water after a five-hour workout. He’s a tight fist around a needy cock. "
15 " I can’t stop thinking about him or how he looks at me as though he pities me.I’m levels above Fierro and he pities me.It’s as though he’s figured me out.And I hate it.I don’t want him to see me.To see through me.And at the same time, I do anything I can, so he looks at me. "
16 " His kiss is like nothing I’ve had before, and I’m sick to my stomach that it’s the best kiss ever.I don’t expect him to taste as spicy as he does. It’s addicting. I chase the taste a little more before I know I should shove him away. Pushing my tongue over his until he gets the message and starts sucking.I see stars. And I hear moaning, it’s us. We’re making those sexual noises together. "
17 " I try not to think of a pair of lips and hot gray eyes that belong to a monster.A monster I wouldn’t mind living under my bed. "
18 " He smirks just like an animal would before he attacks.I feel it in my stomach.In my aching dick. "
19 " Open your fucking mouth,” I tell him low. His eyelids drop to half-mast. Inhaling the scent of his cologne and marijuana, I dive in. Slamming his mouth with mine, holding him around the back of his neck hard enough my short nail imprints will be left behind. "
20 " For a straight guy he isn’t shy about sucking hell out of my tongue and sending fireworks all over my body. His mouth is skilled, the best kiss I’ve ever had. "
