For a cold hearted gang leader you sure know how to steam things up.

Clearly conniving

 Granted this chap is short but I'm just posting Antonio's POV as a little filler. I'll be posting as soon as I can... soz :( bout the delay and shortness.

Antonio

What the fuck is wrong with me? I snarled to myself. I wasn’t supposed to be making out with her? The aim of my confrontation was to reduce her to groveling at my insults and scare her so she’d back off and learn to respect me. She had slapped me! When the fuck was the last time someone had dared to do that? Argh… I said punching a hole into my now very damaged door. I had gone straight home after I had stupidly made out with the chick who had not only insulted me but slapped me.

I could feel the blood streaming into my veins still, crashing against my skin in anticipation for action. Unfortunately, the adrenaline rush wasn’t from any source of anger. I had to be angry! I wanted to feel the hatred I had daily, that pure disgust I held of life in general. I wanted to feel the need to beat someone up, to want to cause pain. However, none of these were the cause of the rush I felt nor the reason for my ignited senses.

For god sakes, she’s one of them! NO different, and she seemed to be even more skilled than the rest. I sat on the edge of my bed with my elbows on my knees and my hands fisting in my hair with my head bent and eyes shut. I growled as I could feel my erection still very prominent against my jeans that were now uncomfortably tight. The fact that I had barely touched her and I was this horny made me furious. I tried thinking of what could have possibly caused me to be disillusioned into kissing her, but I couldn’t explain it. After she had slapped me I had been angry, murderously so, but then when I had raised my hand and had seen her squirm away from me, I choked. No one had ever resisted or even challenged me like this before and I just didn’t know how to react. I wouldn’t have punched her, but just the thought of it made me sick. And once again she had the upper hand. More out of desperation than anger I had smashed my fists into the wall.

I chuckled bitterly to myself, getting up and crossing my room whilst roughly rubbing the back of my head.

When she had opened her eyes they seemed to be full of innocence and confusion. Damn the bitch is good, I thought. She had looked vulnerable and her eyes were radiating such softness that I had wanted to look away but  couldn’t because the comfort the connection brought was unbalancing when broken. Fuck! I breathed out in frustration. I could still feel how her soft body had been captured by mine against the wall and how she quivered against me under my gaze. As she had turned her head to evade my eyes I felt a surge of panic overcome me and all I could do was to force her to look at me again. She didn’t say anything but just stared at me wide eyed when I held her small face with my hand. She still had a few tears in her eyes and I wanted to brush one off as it slipped down her cheek. I could feel the anger seep out of me as I looked at her. Her face was so intriguing, her green eyes had darkened from her fear and her cheeks were a shade of pink that gave her a flushed look. At some point I think I even forgot why I was supposed to be mad at her. The only think I could think of, was how appealing her innocence was and how her eyes held mine with such power, that I felt I was slowly going into a trance. Thinking of this now brings back the desperate annoyance with myself. That’s exactly what she did! That’s what they all did. She used her charms to turn the situation around so she could manipulate me.

I pressed my eyes shut as I automatically licked my lips. Dio, I could still taste her. I let out an involuntary groan as I recollected the feel of her lips against mine. She hadn’t responded to me at first but even then I had wanted to howl in excitement. My lips felt like they were on fire, wanting to move on hers even faster as the sweltering sensation heightened. The more I explored and tasted the more my body cried for more.

I know she’s hot but I’ve never come across a hot chick that could manipulate your senses like that.  She clearly had some sort of trick up her sleeve. As I thought things couldn’t get more heated she parted her lips and gave me entrance. I’m not one to lose control over myself, if you know what I mean… but at that point I nearly came.

I can’t begin to explain what her response did to me because I didn’t understand, I felt weak, vulnerable and as if I had been stripped off of any protective shield to cover myself. I was raw and bare and she could have done anything she wanted to me at that moment and I would have complied.

 She tasted sweet but yet neutral and the smell of her skin all mixed together left me wanting to pull her closer, have her touch me, want me and hold on to me.

She had moaned as I held her tighter and all I wanted to do was smile and make it happen again. Her small hands had curled into a small fist on my chest as she eagerly responded. My body had felt like a charged receptor responding to every little brushing and contact with her skin. I listened to every sound she made and gloated into the complete detachment that I felt from reality. This couldn’t be possible. It wasn’t natural to be attracted to someone like this, and believe me I’ve been around to know this.

The more she responded the more I felt my control slip, this wasn’t real, she couldn’t have this much appeal to me, it was clearly a conniving trick she played to get what she wanted.

Feeling a tight tear in my chest and the urge to keel over at the thought of her deceptive appearance I shoved her off and took a few steps back.

I was back on my bed, this time lying down on it staring at my ceiling quietly cushioning my head with my hands as I slowly regained some sense into my thoughts. I tried to convince myself that she was just another girl who’d had her fair share of practice, which is why she was so good at turning me on and manage to have this much effect on me.

I had tried ignoring what had been troubling me the most though. All the time I had kissed her not once did I want to fuck her. I was definitely turned on but just kissing her had been more than enough. I didn’t want to risk ending the kiss and I seemed more than satisfied to have her just kiss me. As  I had said earlier, the only thing I had wanted to do was what she wanted to do.

Alison

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Maria asked as we sat in registration on Monday morning.

“Yeah, of course. Why wouldn’t I be?” I asked looking at her with a small smile.

She raised her eyebrow. “You left the party on Friday night and I haven’t seen or heard from you ever since.”

“Oh right, sorry about that.” I said trying to play it cool. “I didn’t feel well. Plus, in my defense I did try to look for you.” And then I smirked. “not my fault you and Marco can’t keep it in your pants.”

She blushed. “Yeah, yeah. We weren’t even gone for that long.” She replied.

I didn’t know they’d had gone, but I guess that was a lucky guess. Im pretty sure this would take the spotlight off me. I so didn’t want to have to explain that I was acting weird because I had had my tongue stuck down her brothers throat and had wanted to strip him and abuse him against the wall and still somehow wanted to do just as many indecent things now.

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Not the best chap out there n avnt edited properly. but right nw is the only time I cn post, so I hope there rnt too many mistakes.

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