My Favorite Sin (Republished)

Chapter 9

~ L E I L A ~

I'm currently sitting on my bed trying to process what happened in the last 20 minutes.

He just finger fucked me, in my own house, and he didn't even let me finish.

Asshole.

Why does he have that effect on my body?

Does he even find me attractive or does he just want to fuck me?

I just want him to fuck me.

The memory of him telling me I'm too young and immature for him when I kissed him 3 years ago flashes in my head.

He left a few days after I told him I wanted him to be more then my friend, he rejected me and didn't tell me why which pissed me off the most.

At the time I was reckless, emotional and horny so after he left I fucked his best friend, Lucas.

He took my virginity when I was 16 after Lorenzo didn't contact me at all. He was a good fuck so I don't regret it. My thoughts are cut short when I notice I haven't heard a single sound in my house. Did he leave?

I need to collect myself and change my stupid ass shirt.

I head over to my closest and take off my top and change it into an oversized hoodie.

I look as if I just robbed a homeless shelter and got my ass kicked at the same time. Perfect.

I hear my stomach growl. It makes sense that my stomachs upset because I haven't eaten all day but the timing is seriously inconvenient.

I was planning to hide in my room for another hour to send the message I don't want him in my house but I guess my stomach has other plans.

I open my door and stick my head out to see if he's still on the couch.

He isn't. Relief and a hint of disappointment collide in the pit of my stomach.

I start walking to the kitchen but someone comes from behind me and wraps their hand around my neck while standing behind me.

Let me guess, Santa clause?

"I'm not a patient man amore, and when I tell you to do something-" he brings his head down and nuzzles it in my neck.

Then he started trailing light kisses all over my neck before continuing.

"I expect you to do it. Go get dressed"
I debate my options.

I could argue with him and probably end up getting fingered or something or
just do what he says.

My gut chooses the first option but my sister can come home at any time and finding us getting freaky isn't a memory I want to burn into her mind.

Don't forget about the stupid stunt he pulled earlier. I'm still not going without putting up a fight.

He's gonna have to work for it.

"Ask me nicely and I'll consider it" I say with a smile. He let go of my neck and turned me to face him.

Then he kissed my forehead, confusing the hell out of me.

"Please go change mí amor so I can take you out" he says softly. Way too softly.

He's definitely bipolar, right? Or maybe he has multiple personalities.

"Ok, only on 1 condition." I say and he rolls his eyes.

"Sí, what is it?" He asks. my smile expands and I grab his jaw and bring it down so my mouth can be near his ear.