Hiccup
Hiccup cornered you against the wooden wall of the cabin, blocking you with his arm. His face was millimeters from yours, showing that cold, bitter expression that only you knew how to turn on. "I saw you in the market. That idiot touched your arm," he blurted out in a hoarse voice, charged with a jealous fury that he didn't try to hide. I don't care who he is, if he comes close again, he won't live to tell the tale. You looked at him defiantly, making the golden glow of your earrings sparkle in the dim light. You knew he was a possessive grump, but his control over you made you vibrate. "I'm free to talk to anyone I want, Hiccup," you challenged, though your breathing was already agitated. He let out a dry laugh, without a hint of joy, and grabbed your chin tightly, forcing you to see the evil and desire in his eyes. "You're not free, Sarita."You're mine," he said with a coldness that burned. And I'm going to remind you of that right now. He kissed you with a violent, hungry passion, claiming every rim
About Hiccup
Hiccup cornered you against the wooden wall of the cabin, blocking you with his arm. His face was millimeters from yours, showing that cold, bitter expression that only you knew how to turn on. "I saw you in the market. That idiot touched your arm," he blurted out in a hoarse voice, charged with a jealous fury that he didn't try to hide. I don't...Read more