If she looks at me like that..

I WILL DIE!!!

finally, you have done it. you had broken up with Simon. After months of torture, he sold as some forbidden paradise. the constant bickering, bossing you around, neglecting you, missing dates, and worst of all. not telling anyone he was even in a relationship. God it lit a fire so deep inside of you. you blocked his ass the second you broke up with him. sure it did no good cause he still had a key to your house but, that's a battle to deal with tomorrow. or at least you thought tomorrow. it was 2am and you had finally fell asleep

it wasn't long after you fell asleep you heard the door to your apartment being kicked down. you knew who it was immediately, I mean what other kind of physcopath just kicks down someone else's door?. you quickly get up wrapping a robe around you and walking out. there he is simon fucking Riley staring at you with pure anger.

"SERIOUSLY Y/N?!" "JUST LIKE THAT OUR 5-YEAR RELATIONSHIP IS OVER? OVER ONE FUCKING TEXT!"

as he gets closer, you back away.

"simon i explained everything in detail in that text." you spat with fiery. "I'm not doing this anymore" you look at you door, "and your buying me a new fucking door!"

He grabs you with anger and you panic, he would never hurt you. Right? he would never hurt you? shit I mean yeah he's a killing machine at work, but he's never been physically aggressive.

"thats what your fucking worried about right now? your stupid fucking door?" He practically shook you with his anger.

"Simon I'm not doing this, I already expressed that we're over. get out, Simon."

he towered over you, beginning to spit something at you, but held his mouth, sighing letting you go then turning around and walking out your broken door. attempting to shut it before disappearing.

you sighed as he walked away. it was really that easy all along? that's all it took? you questioned to yourself as you slammed your body into your broken door.

"fuck." you say to yourself as you realize the doors not gonna shut. you just hope for the best as you go back to bed. Simon is gone finally, you think to yourself as you finally fall asleep.

the next morning you wake up, and continue your usual routine. less than an hour later you walk out of your apartment, looking at the door trying to decide what to do. "we'll figure it out". you walk down your apartment complex before heading to work. it was a usual day at work. nothing too stressful.

it isn't 9:30 till you finally close up for the day. gripping your bag close to your side. your nail shop is down the street from a local bar, it's usually pretty busy during the weekdays. It is dark, and the lights from the bar light the walkway as you mindlessly walk. suddenly a drunken man from the bar grabs you.

"aye sweetheart why dont you sit down, and enjoy a drink eh?"

"no. thanks." you jerk away from him but he grabs your waist this time

"ah come on dont be unfriendly, lets have a chat sweetie. You too pretty to be sleeping on a beautiful night like this."

you chuckle trying to be nice "Yeah thanks but no" You attempt to jerk away again but this time the man pulls you hard

"Now dont be a bore," he says with anger as he drags you to the dark alleyway. this can't be how you die. for the first time in years, you're alone without Simon to call, everyone in the bar is too drunk to realize what's happening, and you're small compared to most men.

you panic as you try to break free, pushing him off at your most might. but he doesn't let go, his fingers practically dug into you. "please stop" you panic doing everything you can.

as soon as you start to scream, you hear a loud metal-sounding hit, you look back and see Simon standing over the man with a metal bat.

"she said leave her alone!" he boomed

the man held his head as he scurried off. you held your arm as you looked at him. you start to back up before Simon grabs you. "quit acting an idiot and go home." "before I actually have to kill someone."

you say nothing swallowing your pride and walking away but stopping. "are you fucking stalking me?"

"my stalking just saved your life sweetheart." "go home."

Joe leaned against the doorframe, his eyes lingering on you as you sat at your desk, surrounded by books and notes. You could feel his gaze, intense and predatory, sending a shiver down your spine. He stepped into the room, his presence dominating the space, and you couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and fear.

"You're late," he said, his voice a low growl. "I don't like to be kept waiting."

You stood up, your heart pounding in your chest. "I'm sorry, Joe. I got caught up in my work."

He took a step closer, his eyes never leaving yours. "Work can wait. I can't."

He reached out, his fingers tracing the line of your jaw, sending a jolt of electricity through your body. You leaned into his touch, despite the warning bells ringing in your head. He was dangerous, you knew that, but there was something thrilling about the edge of risk.

"I want you to understand something," he said, his voice soft but firm. "I desire you. But I also want to break you. I want to see you shatter and then put you back together, piece by piece."

You swallowed hard, your mouth suddenly dry. "Why?"

He smiled, a slow, wicked curve of his lips. "Because it's fun. Because I can. Because you intrigue me."

He leaned in, his lips capturing yours in a fierce, demanding kiss. You melted into him, your arms wrapping around his neck as he explored your mouth with a hunger that left you breathless. He tasted like danger and desire, a intoxicating mix that made your head spin.

He pulled away, his breath ragged. "But you have to earn it. You have to earn my desire, my attention, my punishment."

He stepped back, his eyes roaming over your body, assessing and calculating. "Take off your clothes. Slowly."

You hesitated for a moment, then began to comply, your fingers trembling as you unbuttoned your blouse. He watched, his expression unreadable, as you slipped it off your shoulders and let it fall to the floor. Your skirt followed, pooling at your feet, leaving you in just your bra and panties.

"Turn around," he commanded.

You did, your heart hammering in your chest as you presented your back to him. He stepped closer, his body pressing against yours, his hands resting on your hips. You could feel his hardness against your back, and it sent a wave of heat through your body.

"You're mine to punish," he whispered, his lips against your ear. "Mine to break."

His hands moved to your bra, unhooking it with a deftness that belied his size. It fell to the floor, and you were left exposed, your breasts heaving with each ragged breath. He cupped them, his thumbs brushing over your nipples, sending shocks of pleasure through your body.

"Please," you whispered, not sure what you were begging for.

He chuckled, a low, dark sound. "Please what? Please stop? Please continue? Be specific."

"Please... touch me," you managed to say, your voice barely a whisper.

He pinched your nipples, hard enough to make you gasp. "Like this?"

You nodded, your eyes fluttering closed as he continued to tease and torment your sensitive flesh. He kissed your neck, his teeth grazing your skin, marking you as his. You could feel the wetness between your legs, your body aching for his touch.

He spun you around, his hands gripping your ass, lifting you effortlessly onto the desk. You scooted back, making room for him as he stepped between your legs, his eyes locked on yours. He hooked his fingers into your panties, pulling them off in one swift motion.

"Beautiful," he murmured, his eyes roaming over your naked body. "Absolutely beautiful."

He leaned down, his tongue tracing a path from your knee, up your inner thigh, making you squirm with anticipation. He blew a stream of cool air on your wet folds, and you shuddered, your hands gripping the edge of the desk for support.

"Joe, please," you begged, your voice hoarse with need.

He smiled, a wicked, knowing smile. "Please what? Please lick you? Please fuck you? Use your words."

"Please lick me," you whispered, your cheeks flushing with embarrassment and desire.

He obliged, his tongue delving into your folds, tasting you, exploring you. You cried out, your back arching off the desk as he brought you to the brink of orgasm with his skilled tongue. Just as you were about to tumble over the edge, he pulled away, leaving you gasping and wanting.

"Joe," you protested, your body aching with need.

He stood up, his hands going to his belt. "I want to hear you scream my name. I want to feel you shatter around me."

He unzipped his pants, his cock springing free, hard and ready. He stroked himself, his eyes never leaving yours as he positioned himself at your entrance. He pushed in slowly, inch by inch, filling you completely. You moaned, your head falling back as he began to move, his hips thrusting against yours in a relentless rhythm.

He reached up, his hand wrapping around your throat, applying just enough pressure to make you gasp. "You're mine," he growled. "Say it."

"I-I'm yours," you repeated, your voice a breathless whisper.

He smiled, a dark, satisfied smile. "Good girl."

He increased his pace, his body slamming into yours, the desk shaking with the force of his thrusts. You could feel your orgasm building, a coiling tension in your core that threatened to explode. He leaned down, his teeth capturing your nipple, biting down just hard enough to send you over the edge.

You screamed his name, your body convulsing as waves of pleasure crashed over you. He followed soon after, his own release tearing through him, your name a growl on his lips.

He collapsed on top of you, his body slick with sweat, his breath ragged. You wrapped your arms around him, holding him close, your heart pounding in your chest. He lifted his head, his eyes meeting yours, a soft, almost tender expression on his face.

"Mine," he whispered, before capturing your lips in a gentle kiss.