Fallen angel

9.Myers-Present

Oh fuck.

Him with his hands on me makes me forget my own name.

Estella was right. Sometimes lust consumes us and right now i would do anything to get a orgasm from him.

He bites the place he drew blood from again and kisses it after, making my clit pulse painfully and drenching my panties completely.

That is going to be a large hickey tomorrow for sure.

He starts going lower and lower.

I tense when he reaches my scar, nibbing and kissing it.

He gets back up and looks me in my eyes.

"Fuck. You're even hotter when i make a mess of you." he rasps through laboured breath

He tears my underwear in a simple tug, the fabric's tearing sound filling the bathroom.

I close my legs immediately, knowing whats on his mind. There's no way i'm losing my virginity in a bathroom.

He sees the hesitation in my eyes, cupping my cheek and lifting my head he asks "What's wrong?"

His eyes seem curious but not compassionate. Damn it Myers. You had to be attracted to a real life robot.
The whole NYC is begging to fuck you yet you want the sociopath.

"I.. I've never done it." i say clearing my throat "and i'm not losing it in a bathroom"

"That is something I'm going to take away, trust me. But i understand the situation."

I smirk "Why are you so obsessed with me?"

He chuckles "Everyone brings chaos in my life. The voices in my head grow louder when they are near But you..."

He trails his fingers in my inner thigh, reaching my clit. He slowly circles it making me pant

"With you i feel peace, amusement, lust.."

I let a laugh " The last one is clear."

But i can't help but think, how do i give him peace?

He trails his finger down finding my entrance, pushing his finger inside me. I moan at the impact

"It's clear for you too."

He works his fingers inside me, scissoring them and brushing my G spot

I gasp at the assault of the pleasure it causes me, making me ride his fingers while moaning breathlessly.

"..hungry" he added catching my nipple with his teeth, the fabric of my bra creating way more friction on my hard nipples

Oh God

I was coming.

I start moaning and my pants fill the entire bathroom.

Fuck! I'm almost at the edge.

Almost, almost.... NO

He takes his finger out of me and stops kissing my tits.

"Why the hell did you stop?"

He takes a strand of my hair and plays with it.

"A little payback for leaving me with a hard on that night." and then he gets out of the bathroom

Asshole!

But i still want to orgasm so i put my fingers inside me and with my other hand i play with my clit.

After a few seconds i come, a quick wave washing of me, not near the orgasm i could have had if he hadn't been such a baby.

I close my legs and look for my underwear.

Right! He fucking ripped them. Great! And the hickey on my neck is huge but at least my shirt covers it

I was thinking of maybe letting him fuck me but now he can savour the memories cause i'm not letting him touch me until he begs.

I'm the Princess of NYC after all. I have a lot of people who want me and i plan on letting someone have me right in front of him.

P.S The asshole didn't do the math correctly cause technically he still walked out with a hard on.

Sociopaths are all about logic yet, he is making un logical decisions . That means that i'm in his head. I just got to figure out how to use that.

I button my shirt and wash my face when i hear gunshots.

Fuck. I left my coat with my gun in the couch.

The girls come inside the bathroom "There's a shotting." Estella says handing me my gun.

The lifesaver

"Es i know it's a stupid question but you always bring some clothes just in case in your bag. Do you happen to have a pair of panties."

She chuckles and searches her bag giving me a pair of gray panties.

The real lifesaver and the mom friend even though she causes more trouble than all three of us.