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viii

i had been discussing with michael for over an hour after our little argument and all i could feel towards him right now was sympathy for all that he's been through his whole life with a heartless monster for father and a runaway for mother. he has been brought up solemnly by his father that's why he respects him even though he's afraid of him.

in an attempt to live a normal life, he told me that he applied for nyu and his father helped him get accepted. of course there was an exchange for that which he hesitated to talk about.

"come on michael, if we're going to keep doing this, you need to tell me what you're getting yourself into." i told him and he opened his mouth to probably tell me again that this is not my business, but quickly changed his look.

"if we're going to keep doing what?" he asked me and i thought i saw a hint of smile in his lips.

"talking." i said and he smiled freely. "look, i'm not going to lie, i'm afraid of your lifestyle, but i know you didn't choose this and you don't want to be a part of it."

"well, that's what this is about. my father wants me to take decision. he said that he would only continue to pay for college if i become an active member in the gang, cause right now i don't actually participate in all that shit, but then again if i don't do as he said, he will throw me out of the gang, he won't pay for college and most importantly he will leave me on the streets." michael sighed. "and i don't doubt he'll do so. i know what he's capable of."

"what? is he fucking crazy? getting you, his own son, in that shit?" i lowered my voice in case someone was listening. "you need to be rational. i mean college is important, but staying alive is more important and your life is constantly in danger in this... gang." i gulped on the reference of the last word.

"i know sam, but i have already made my decision." he shrugged like it was nothing but in reality things were more than complicated. how could his father make him choose? "and i actually have somewhere to be right now, but if you want, we could go out for a coffee maybe?" he said looking at me with that million dollar smile.

i knew that it was completely wrong to hang out with michael, not because of who he is, but because of the people around him, but i couldn't help liking him and wanting to learn more about him.

"yeah, text me about that coffee." i smiled walking backwards and leaving him there with his hands in his jacket shaking his head and laughing -something he did a lot.

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two days later, michael and i were sitting on a table for two in a crowded café and the discussion went from how his father pressured him into doing things he doesn't consider morally right, to the apartment that caught my eye and i was probably going to move in soon.

"so what are you doing tonight, i mean after our coffee date?" michael wiggled his eyebrows and laughed silently.

"i'm partying hard in my hotel room." i answered sarcastically and rolled my eyes.

"how about partying hard with me?" he suggested and i quickly arched my brow, knowing where he was going with this.

i couldn't find the slit to put the key-card inside so the hotel room door would open. michael had me pinned on the wall next to the door, his face buried in my neck, his teeth gave me goosebumps.

after a lot of attempts, i opened the door and we didn't lose any time as we walked inside attached to each other. i dropped my bag on the floor and did the same with my jacket.

michael moved forward to the bed where he pushed me. i took this as a chance to take a breath while he threw his jacket across the room. he climbed on top of me, again bringing his lips on mine, but this time his hands caressed my thigh. it slowly moved up and when i thrust my hips and met his, he used his both hands to pin my hips on the bed and broke the kiss. he was on his knees between my legs and my flared short skirt didn't cover much skin.

michael looked between my legs and then back at me with that familiar cocky smirk and he rubbed his finger over my panties. i hissed at the sudden touch and closed my eyes enjoying the moment. soon, his finger moved my panties aside and two fingers were inside me.

"oh" my voice was a whisper. "fuck!"

"you like that baby?" michael bit his swollen lip as i nodded.

i wanted to feel more than his fingers though, so i reached for his jeans button. his jeans were stretched to their fullest and when i unzipped him, he quickly stood up to take them off. i sat up and reached the edge of the bed, where he was, to remove his boxers. i bit my lip at the sight and looked up at him.

after giving him a few pumps he was again on top of me, only this time i had no clothes on except for my bra. michael opened the condom wrapper and in a matter of seconds he was thrusting in and out of me.

he went slow at first, but he quickened his pace as i pulled at his hair and sunk my teeth in his shoulder, so i wouldn't scream, and he whispered profanities in my ear.

there was no need for words to be spoken as we both moved our bodies in rhythm or even after that, when we were laying next to each other trying to steady our breaths.

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yeah, that's right. smut