𝐁𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐄𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐫.

𝟏𝟎: 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐦𝐚.

Luciano.

Using my teeth to hold up my white wife beater, I let out a groan. Both of my hands were wrapped around Sophia's waist, my fingers digging into her skin as I pushed her back down onto the bed.

She let out a moan with each stroke, sweat dropped down my forehead as I watched her ass clap against me.

Why the fuck am I thinking about this girl?

Closing my eyes, I continued to fuck Sophia at a steady pace. I don't even know how she and I lasted this long, she wasn't into most of the things that I was, also she couldn't hang.

I always found her tapping out after one session, not wanting me to fuck her how I want to, and not being able to take the whole dick. What was great about her, was her ability to suck dick. Most of the times that's what I'd rather do with her to get off, but I needed to feel something.

Grabbing both of her ass cheeks into my hand, I sped up my strokes once more, earning a shriek out of her. I watched as her hand came flying back, trying to push me away—but I wasn't letting her off that easy today.

I grabbed her hand and pinned it to her back, fucking her at incline, I watched as my curved dick slid in, and out of her at an angle. Grabbing a hand full of her blonde hair, I jerked her head back.

"You gon' take this dick today."

Her mouth fell agape at my words, I watched her face as her eyebrows furrowed, biting down on my lip.

Kyrei's face flashed through my mind, and I groaned. It's been an entire month, we haven't spoken, threatened each other or anything. I don't know how, or why this girl was still invading my thoughts.

"Fuck." I groaned, releasing my nut inside of her.

Another con, I loved to be vocal during sex. Nothing was more steamy than dirty talk, Sophia wasnt into that. She'd rather just sit there, look pretty and moan.

Pulling out of her I sighed, sweat dripped from my forehead, down to my chest. I watched Sophia as she grabbed her underwear off of the floor, slipping them back on. She then got up, and made her way towards the bathroom.

I took that as an opportunity to get up, making my way towards my observatory. Pushing the metal door open, my eyes scanned the room as I was greeted with the many pictures of a woman I would love to forget about.

My attraction to her made me question myself at times. I knew what I was capable of, and so did she—yet she still chose to steal from me, and I allowed it.

Me not retaliating, and giving her any consequences was a mistake on my end. But Kyrei was right, when she told me that the real way I wanted to punish her was having her submit to me, she read me like a book and that confused me.

Standing up, my eyes fixated on one picture in particular. It was of Kyrei wearing a tan, spaghetti strapped dress. The dress stopped just above her thighs, it was almost like a shirt. Her hair was in a slick back ponytail, pulled to the back of her head.

Licking over my lips, I sighed. This infatuation with this girl had to stop soon, or I'd have no choice but to take her, and keep her to myself.