"He was bad. He smoked, he broke the law, he drove too fast for his own good. He didn't care because no one taught him how to. But when it came to her, he wanted to be the best man. He couldn't bare the thought of her being hurt by him... or by anyo...
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𝐃𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐨'𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐯
As soon as I walked into my catholic thought class, everyone was gasping and whispering about my fucked up appearance.
My jaw and cheekbone are bruised, my lip busted, my arm is in a sling and I have a black eye and fucked up ribs that make me wince every time I breathe.
They were all whispering in wonder about who did this to me and why. Some of the rumours were fucking ridiculous.
I've heard that I was in a biker gang and got beat up because I tried to steal from them and get in with a different gang.
Some have even said that I slept with a mafia boss's daughter and they attempted to kill me but his daughter begged them to spare my life.
These idiots seem to think my life is so fucking interesting. They must be fucking bored to gossip about me and come up with such bullshit.
Where the fuck do they even come up with such crazy ideas?
The girls in this class seemed to only find me more attractive now that I'm fucked up which is weird as hell.
Ariadne frowned and rolled her lips into her mouth when girls giggled and talked loudly about how hot I looked all roughed up.
I couldn't stop the smirk that found its way onto my lips when Ariadne's eye lit aflame with jealousy.
Something about seeing her jealous makes my chest fill with pride and approval. It also makes me want to fuck her.
It was hard to stare at her and not think back to last night when she was holding onto my shoulders as she rode my dick.
I feel my dick stir at the reminder of Ariadne's eyes rolling into the back of her head while she cried my name and bounced on my dick.
Watching her ride me is one of the sexiest things I've ever seen and I'll forever engrave it into my mind.
"Are you writing this down, Domenico?" Mr Thomas squints his eyes at me and makes everyone turn to look at me
"I'm right handed" I arch my brow and gesture to my arm that's in a sling
Even if my arm wasn't in a sling, I still wouldn't be writing down this shit. Why would I possibly need to know any of this crap?
