Niyah’s POV
“Look what I got for you !”, I cried in delight as I waved the red stone in my hand.
I swam back to Bryant but tears flooded his face as he saw me approach him.
He smashed his lips against mine as if I had been kidnapped by the God of Death himself.
The kiss was in no way soft or gentle.
Instead, it was fiery, dangerously overwhelming and intense.
I was soon deep-throating his tongue and blood oozed out my swollen lips as he continued to suck the life out of me through his kisses.
This punishment was insane and uncalled for, I thought.
Doesn’t this man need air in his lungs too, my subconscious asked, feeling my body getting drifted away due to lack of oxygen in me.
As soon as Bryant left my lips alone after the suffocating kisses, I cried out, “B-
