❗️Mature❗️ The weight of his fingers inside the wet mess in my core made me lose control, I didn't even know my body could do things like that.
He went faster, and faster and faster. Until I was practically moaning his name, and the look in his eyes...
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P.O.V Angelina
After taking a shower I was more relaxed, honestly I think he was just being nice, he probably didn't mean to make me uncomfortable, I'd just overreacted a little bit. I should definitely apologize to him when he comes tomorrow. Bob was a caring man and I know he wouldn't do anything to make me feel nervous, actually he was one of the few people I trusted here.
I sat down on my bed and watched the clock, I didn't have anything else to do, I had already tried on all the clothes and shoes in the closet, I had already tried way to many hairstyles on my hair, and I almost cut my hair short out of boredom. Don't ask where I got the scissors from.
So I completely ran out of activities to do, besides now that Ivan and Angelo are gone, I was alone. No one to talk to, no one to listen to and no one to accompany me.
It was 7:58 in the night, I'd obviously just sat and watch the clock for over two hours, and the time seemed to just go slower by the second.
Getting off my bed I walked to the door, I wasn't sure if Vera was working today, so I just decided to go check.
I really hoped she was working because I would be bored the rest of the night unless I go annoy Maksim who was working night shift today.
As I stepped into the kitchen I didn't expect who I would see. It was Nicolas leaning on the island, on his phone with a glass of water on the counter, although he looked really hot, it kind of busted my bubble when I saw it was him.
He looked up from his phone.
"Why do you look disappointed to see me?" He asked raising a brow.
"Because I am." I replied, walking further into the kitchen.
Literally, like why would I be happy to see him, is he Michael B. Jordan. No, I didn't think so.
He leaned off the kitchen island, "You know." He said walking closer to me, "No one has ever spoken to me the way you have been lately" He warned, his eyes trained on mine.
I guess there was a first for everything.
"Okay? And what are you going to do, bite me?" I answered back, my gaze focused only on his magnificent eyes.
He walked closer to me, "Maybe." I didn't have time to comprehend anything before he grabbed my neck and pushed me against the island, making my breath hitch.
"Wha-"
He shut me up by placing his lips on mine, making me gasp in shock. Sparks jolted through my body as his soft lips molded with mine, he kissed me so aggressively that a quiet moan unexpectedly escaped from me. He tasted like alcohol, I might even get high off his taste, so that wasn't water on the counter.
One of his hands slid around to the nape of my necks, pulling my head even closer to his while my hand gripped his fluffy hair, our lips moving in sync. Then within a second he bit down hard on my bottom lip, so hard that I tasted blood.
