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"Lukas." I groan as he nibbles and sucks on my neck, never really giving me what I want.
Since we drove in the same car, we ended up...in my house.
Why? I don't know.
He was the one driving my car because I'm with alcohol on my system.
That never stopped me, but I decided not to argue when he said I shouldn't drive, because I was still horny.
And now this motherfucker is teasing me.
I swear to fucking hell, I'll shoot his dick if he doesn't hurry up.
Yelping lowly when he picks me up, I wrap my legs around his torso, kissing him hungrily as we climb up the stairs.
Moretti stops sometimes along the way, due to me grinding on his erection.
"Stop." He growls, slapping my ass, hard, as the sound echoes through my walls.
"Then fucking hurry." I growl back, bitting his lip until I feel the faint metallic taste of blood.
I guess both of us doesn't has gentleness on our vocabulary. Good.
"If you stop rocking your hips, I will." Lukas snaps, and I pull away, glaring, our pants matching each other.
"Then leav-"
I'm cut off by his lips back on mine.
That's what I thought, fucker.
Finally, he speeds up to my bedroom, my back slamming the door closed as he pins me against it, his hand wrapping around my wrists.
Our tongues fight each other, trying to get dominance that we both don't give, his crotch rubbing against my pussy.
I'm so glad I don't have panties.
My free hand leaves his hair, and trails down to start unbuckling his belt.
Moretti stops, puts me on the ground, and fists my hair.
"Bent over the bed, sweetheart." He rasps, making me smirk, and palm his erection. "Or what?"
Lukas eyes darken, making them appear a forest green, and a devilish smirk grows on his face.
"You'll beg me to stop." He whispers, slowly, threateningly even, making my legs clench.
Lukas moves my hair to the side, our eyes locked as I pant, my throat getting dry.
His fingers brush my skin, making me flinch at the gentleness, and the thin straps fall off my shoulder, as he drags the zip down.
His dark, hungry eyes roam my body.
My chest goes up and down with the heavy breathing, my thighs clenched as I feel myself dripping.
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Angel
RomanceANGEL He infuriated me ever since our first encounter. I admired his looks and patience he had while holding me hostage. But as the months followed up, our hate towards one another bloomed. So much, that the ashes inside of me bloomed as well. LUK...
