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Zeus Serafino

Rage.

Rage is what I felt when she told me that she’d stop pestering me. Her words brought immense anger. It was like the monster residing inside my body leashed out at her; claiming her lips and body as mine.

Only mine.

She was a vixen. A sexy, demanding, hot vixen who knew how to deal with a stubborn man.

There she sat snuggled up with Elisa. Her warm honey orbs stilled on the screen as she hummed to the song that played in the background. She looked mesmerizing as always.

The first time she talked back in my class with a classy attitude had left me with no patience whatsoever. No one ever tried to cross there line with me but she? She did.

She did everything to make me crave her. Her seduction skills were so-so but whenever she came close enough, her velvety vanilla scent had left me yearning for more.

Was I getting addicted? I hope not.

She had that type of personality a person could bear. She wasn't the extraordinary with blue eyes or an hour glass body but she w