The Ruined Bride of Velvet Nights by Brick Moving Ant

Chapter 7

Zephyr’s cockey expression shattered, his grip suddenly turning vicious.

its seized my chin hard enough to bruise, his dark eyes flashing with rage and something like panic:

“What The Fuck. Did you just say to me?!”

1 glared back at him, refusing to cower.

My vision swimming with fears, voice breaking but resolute:

“Zephyr, I said I’m done with–mmph!”

Before I could finish, he slammed his mouth against mine.

The kiss was brutal and possessive, his body pinning me against the wall.

I couldn’t breathe, desperately pounding my fists against his chest.

My vision darkened as bile rose in my throat.

trace of the butterflies from that first kiss remained.

and powerlessness.

his thumb roughly across

gonna pretend those words never left your

a jealous bitch. I’m with you right now,

good girl and quit

dug his fingers into my waist, crushing my body against

cramped bathroom stall, his eyes raked over

me the other night. I’ve been hard thinking about that

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