"Kiss me." He picks me up and kisses me again.
His hands on my waist, my hands in his hair and my lips all over him.
I think I don't have a crush anymore.
I think i'm in love.
We break the kiss and he looks at me, "I'm so fucked aren't I my Val?"
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A/N- this chapter has sexual scenes
"Stop looking at her," Demetrius commands as Mateo smirks under his phone.
"It's funny to see that I get under your skin, especially over her," Mateo chuckles, and Demi looks like he's gonna attack his own brother.
We were back in the limo going home. Somehow Demi's incident was ignored, and the evening went on like normal.
As we were driving, my stomach started attacking me. It looked like the travel sickness was coming back.
I rapidly opened the windows and let the fresh breeze pass my face. I missed this. I missed the ability to be outside and taste the wind, to feel rain and to experience freedom.
Any normal teenage girl would want freedom from her parents, but all I want is my voice.
Demetrius and Mateo were bickering like cats and dogs. They were acting like something out of Looney Tunes, but as they were talking, I blurred them out.
I love Demetrius, but does he love me? Maybe this was all some form of boredom to him and an excuse to have fun with the girl he kidnapped. Yes, he's shown devotion, but how long until he gets bored of me?
The car suddenly stops, and we're at our place. Demi opens the door for me and pulls me in.
I wave goodbye to Mateo because we're cool like that... I think?
I glare at him, hoping for some response to my confession, but instead, he pulls me in for a kiss.
A/N- Adult content: please skip to the next chapter if you can't read it :)
He bit my lip, and a small gasp echoed from me.
"You're mine, Valentina." He places his hand on my neck and bites my lip hard, forcing me to open my mouth.
"You make me feel so fucking crazy when I see you look at any man, every time someone came up to you, I wanted to leave them bleeding."
"Whether you run away, hit me, or scream at me, I'd rather face my own demise than witness you with another man." He concludes as he pushes my head up.
"That's hypocritical coming from a man who probably kissed many women before me," I express my insecurity, and he just laughs.
Why is he laughing?
"Valentina, since the day since I saw you marrying Mateo. I couldn't find anything else to satisfy my needs. I sound obsessed, maybe I am."
I have no words.
Usually, I have a lot to say.
Instead of saying anything, I pull his collar closer for a kiss.
I give him entrance whilst his tongue explores my mouth.
