Deal with the devil

Chapter 20- headache

Celeste POV:

I had no idea what had just happened.

But god he was perfect.

I had just kissed him and honestly I didn't expect him to kiss back.

First he seemed stunned but then his kiss turned hungry.

He traced his hands all over me and broke the kiss.

I'm surprised  no one told us to get a room.

I didn't think I would ever be able to pull away but he did.

We stared at each other for a few moments.

We finally got the distraction we needed for the mafia leagues

" Soo, was that really fake!?" asks Kiara as we walk out of the club, raising her eyebrows in a questionable manner.

I cough, neither of us answering.

Honestly I don't think either of us knew how to answer.

However I think we both know that kiss definitely wasn't 'fake'

" Helloooo" she yells waving her hands in-front of me.

" You said we were practically fucking, should of taken a look at yourselves." She hisses and turns away from me.

I didn't know what to say. So all I answered is " You should try pulling away when kissing him"
I giggle nervously staring at Lorenzo.

Suddenly I start hiccuping like crazy.

My laughter spreading to kiara.

" Clearly someone can't get a hold of herself" he pulls me towards him and pushes me into the car.

" Your drunk. Let's go home"
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My head hurt so much.

" Fuck me" I groan whilst rubbing my throbbing forehead.

"Oh I will"

I look up towards Lorenzo, he's grinning his hair messed up from sleeping.

I expect he's only just woken up like me.

" You wish" I retort.

He snorts and takes a piece of my hair, running it through his fingers.

I peer at the rings that adorn his hands.

" I don't think I need a wish to fuck you" he whispers into my throat, his breath hot against my skin.

" You seemed to be pretty willing last night.what was it? You should try pulling away when kissing him." He sniggered.

I didn't  answer.

Everything he's saying is correct.
Instead of telling him that, which would just boost his stupidly large ego even more, I  bury my head into his chest.

"Shut up" I murmur against it.

I playfully hit him and bring myself up.

I'm pulled up against him, my leg hooked around him.

Lorenzo grips my waist and pushes me over so I was on top.

I begin to trace over his bear chest. I outline his tattoos and the definition of his abs, eventually dragging my fingers up to his lips.

I brush over them with my finger. I watch as a small gasp escapes his lips and his eyes widen.

This time I'm the one smirking.
That's when I remember what I'm wearing.