❝ You were the nicotine I never knew I needed. ❞
♛
Athea's nipples rubbed against the fabric of her lace bra, the cups fitting her round breasts. They were pressed harshly against the wooden planks of the floor. "Get up." Was all she heard before ab...
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Looking back at her book, she didn't respond to the desperate boy. Clearly, he was masking his deep want of euphoria with dominance.
Pathetic.
"Did I stutter?" Draco raised his voice at the girl calmly reading her worn down book, it looked like she didn't even hear him. "No you didn't stutter, I'm just not interested." Athea replied to the foolish blonde, blood boiling inside his prominent veins.
Malfoy had enough of her idiotic act.
Cant she just see how much I need her in my life?
Stupid girl.
Slowly making his was towards her, "Besides, I have class; and you can find some whore to suck it off for you. Maybe you'll even find a spell to do it." Her words stopped any movement he had. Staring down at her figure, he simply replied with an 'okay'.
"Just know when you are going to be crawling back to me, I'm not gonna be as nice." Draco was at the exit of the common room, grumbling at her over his shoulder.
"No need to worry about that, don't forget who is the superior." Flipping another page of her thick book, she raised his sleeve up his left forearm with wand-less magic.
"You see that? That means I own you. Forever. Don't forget that, next time I'm not gonna be as nice."
Malfoy caught on to her word use. She really was something else he thought. Walking down the halls to find some the room of his task, he couldn't help but think of her once more.
The way her soft hands held all the power in the world, never really knowing how nice they felt until you dare to get closer. Metal rings restrained her fingers, wrapping silver bands around them. Long nails sharp and easy to strike with.
Lips full and plump. When she applies product on them, pressing onto the velvet tissue; Letting go, they pop back into place. They form a smirk so easily, some mean and cold, some mischievous and flirty, some..genuine.
A room appeared, a big arch surrounded the door that carved into the stone bricks. Draco walked in, waiting to see some sort of storage area where he could find the cabinet. Oddly, the room was not what he expected. Malfoy has seen this place before, it was clearly a room from the Riddle Manor. The walls were dark-ashy and detailed, bright classic lantern hung at the very top; making the walls seem even taller. Large, wide windows from top to bottom were bringing in the natural light; a mountain landscape could be seen from afar. There was a bed in the middle of the room, its black wooden posters on each corner carved with intricate designs. A grand piano sat in the corner of the bedroom, smooth finish on the wood making it seem fake. No scratches or dents to be seen.
A vanity placed on the other side of the bed, mirror almost the size of the wall was hung atop it. The table matched the king bed, small tubes and pallets filled the desk. Brushes all sorts of sizes were placed in multiple cups, books clattered on the edge of the vanity. A telescope looked out from the glass window, small stool placed next to it; a notepad on top. The Built- in -library was messily kept. Two doors were seen inside the room, assuming it as the closet and en-suite.
