A WAY OUT
One time is enough. It's the protocol. You spot the target, you flirt, you go home. You fuck and crash, then go away and never come back. No deep feelings, no phone numbers exchanged, no strings attached. One time.
But what if you end up in the same bed again? Worse, one you weren't supposed to ever come back to…
She'd kept him captive with that fiery touch he'd come to learn it existed back in the day. Under those dark lustful eyes, she had his body and soul paralyzed, overwhelmed with wonderment. The feeling scared him like hell, but it seemed like she enjoyed the show. She was evil, man, and she knew it. He could figure by the way the corners of her mouth turned upwards as he drank her frame in with his hungry eyes. Her every single move was purposeful, decisive, like she could smell his fear, and even when he was miles away, her sensuous whispers would ring endlessly in his ears throughout the days, bewitching him back onto her bed every other night.
Damn, he needed to find a way out of it. Out of that self-destructive endless loop. Out of her life for good. He needed to.
Except that he didn't want to.
One time would never be enough with her.
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