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                      IT WAS their wedding night and of course, they had to consummate the marriage. but reggie wasn’t exactly rushing to bed his new wife when he had a line of ladies of the court whom he fucked regularly. “right,” he nodded. “just lay down and we’ll get to it.” 

        “I WANT you to fuck me so hard i have to bite the bedsheets to keep myself from screaming your name.”

                       “KEEP READING. i want to see how long you’d last.”

his words felt like a slap in the face, and the petite blonde felt her eyes well up with tears despite her best intentions to remain calm in this conversation. the minute lucas mentioned marriage, it was like a bucket of ice water was dumped on her and sophia could only stare up at him, tears rolling down her flushed cheeks. they’d been together for enough time that she’d assumed eventually, she’d know everything about his job. she was even foolish enough to think that someday, they could be together and have normal jobs, not a life where she sat up all night waiting for him to come home covered in bruises or blood. what had started out as a conversation about that future had spiraled into yelling at each other, emotions heightened and careless words tossed about like they were nothing. but it certainly didn’t feel like nothing, the ache in her chest feeling as if her heart was cracked open. “you want to talk trust? let’s talk trust, lucas. you say you trust me, how about you show it? you are my entire world, a-and when you shut me out, or don’t tell me where you go for days at a time, i feel as if i need you more than you need me, and that’s fucking terrifying. i'm trying so hard not to push you away, lucas, i am holding on for dear life, but i need you to need me back. why won't you ever just let me all the way in?” at this point, her palms pushed at his chest, tears streaming down her face as she let out all of the frustration and anger she felt towards him, all of which came from such an intense love for him that it felt as if her heart was breaking. @coochicatcher​

4. n*icola p*eltz

@coochicatcher

right back at you bby <333

        ❝      if   i   wanted   to   know   who   you   were   hanging   with   while   i   was   gone   i   would   have   asked   you   .      ❞      she   didn’t   mean   to   sound   harsh   or   to   cut   them   off   mid   sentence   ,      but   the   truth   was   dancing   on   the   tip   of   her   tongue      -      waiting   to   meet   the   december   air   that   surrounded   them   .      she   was   only   in   town   for   two   weeks   ,      then   she’d   be   off   to   new   york   once   again      -      she’d   be   damned   if   she   spent   it   listening   to   the   one   soul   who   had   ever   actually   known   her   talk   about   their   rendezvous   with   another   .  @coochicatcher​