A window to hell? Impossible, right? Well, not entirely. And Yn knew that. Her window to hell wasn't what it seemed. It wasn't your typical gate to hell.
Her way to hell was alive. She could feel it, see it, hear it, smell it, even taste it. And most of all, she could love them. But would she?
Yn has always had problems figuring out her emotions and she is probably the definition of oblivious. She really doesn't see what's right in front of her. Will she finally figure it out?
Ghost BC fanfiction.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Ghost or the characters in the band. I own Yn or any other OCs used. I don't own any videos/images unless I state otherwise. That being said, the cover is mine!!
⚠️WARNING⚠️: Language, mature themes, idk, other stuff, OH! And this book is really freaking cliche
I really thought I could do this, make a fanfiction again. I was wrong. Fanfiction isn't what I do, no matter how much I try. This story is hereby discontinued.
Professor's Dark Desire
[18 ]
"Tell me you little slut....." his hand moved from her thigh, nearing her soaking wet pussy.
"Am I the first to touch you like this?" He paused, plunging his middle finger into her needy cunt. She let out a piercing cry as his finger grazed her tight hole. "Fucking answer me" he roared thrusting his middle finger in and out of her whilst devouring her clit, a feeling she was so unfamiliar to. He looked up at her, watching her helpless little face plead for mercy.
"Answer......"
She couldn't form a sentence "I-......" her eyes widened when he took her clit between his teeth as punishment for not answering.
"Maybe......" Alejandro hated her response, it triggered him. He thrusted another finger into her earning another cry.
"Who?" He demanded an answer as he angrily fingered her inexperienced pussy. Thrusting in and out in deep strokes, earning a guttural moan each time.
"I'll fucking kill him" he spoke huskily, moving up to her jaw, harshly kissing it, still ploughing his fingers inside of her.
"Tell me Yara, who the fuck has touched you like this" he bellowed, using his free hand to squeeze her jaw in a menacing grip, making her hiss. He withdrew his hand mid-stroke, bringing his drenched fingers up to her and shoving them in her mouth, making her taste her own juices.
"Does he make you this wet?" He dug his fingers deeper into the back of the throat. Inflaming her gag reflexes. She let out a muffled sob.....