** THIS IS A TRANSLATION TO @allonmyhead 's BOOK 'FUCKING FEELINGS' ! THIS DOES NOT BELONG TO ME IN ANY WAY **
After the relationship with Draco I decided to take a break from the boys, because I did not need anyone, much less a concentrate of probl...
«I'm a Riddle, bitch, there is the impropriety. I have it in my blood and I'm proud of it.»
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I feel my body hot, as if it craves more contact, as if it is no longer under my control but his.
He knows the effect it has on me, so I'm not surprised when a chuckle escapes from his full lips, so hoarse and persuasive it gives me shivers. I can almost feel the imperceptible hairs on my arms stand up, leaving room for goosebumps, which spread all over my body as soon as it touches the smooth skin of my thighs, opening them and placing them in the middle.
«Fuck» I let out a stifled moan as his rough hand grabs my wrists, pinning them to my head. The cold of the steel rings burning on his skin.
«Say it, come on» he whispers with a sultry voice, tossing my curly hair from my neck and biting my earlobe. His icy fingers gripping my breasts along with my curves.
«Y/n» he provocatively approaches my lips, his curls tickling my face and the persuasive grin plastered on his face. «Do you want me?»
«Fuck, Riddle, I fucking want you»
But when, at least, his fingers tickle me on the fabric of my panties about to slip inside me, I feel a sharp pain in my head. At that moment, everything around me becomes blurred. The green tents of the canopy, and Mattheo, in the field of my vision, spreading, leaving total darkness.
Immediately I snap, my eyes wide, and I'm grateful that the only things that I find myself in front of me are the blurred faces of my best friend and her boyfriend, who seem to be doing a detailed analysis of my nose, which until proven otherwise fits perfectly.
«Thank Merlin! You finally woke up!» Odeya who until now seemed to have been in an apnea can breathe normally, her hand still on the black enamel of her heart.
«I told you that the book in mind would work» nods a convinced Blaise beside me, showing off a stupid smile.
«WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO?» I scream getting out of bed and pointing a finger at the brainless. «YOU BATTERED MY HEAD! DID YOU WANT TO KILL ME, YOU UGLY DELAYED BUGS?»
«Sorry darling, no one wanted to kill anyone» Deya begins, taking the adequate safety distances with the excuse to continue to get the mascara. «It's just that you didn't want to wake up and we have lessons today. You were talking in your sleep . . . you seemed possessed»
«I told you, love, she was just having a chaste dream, the dirty girl» laughs Blaise.
And it's only now that I realized what the hell has just happened. I was about to fuck Mattheo fucking Riddle – as well as my nemesis from the first day we met – in a dream.
