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The day rolled by quickly as Angel attempted to avoid running into Salvatore.
As soon as she returned to the estate, she ran up to her room and locked the door.
A migraine had attacked her brain, her head was spinning and she felt drowsy. The pink room around her began to spin and her view blurred.
Sighing, Angel stumbled to her soft bed and fell clumsily on the pink satin which engulfed her. She did not know why she felt so drowsy, her once colourful and artistic world was gradually turning grey.
Salty tears began to fall down her face, her breathing caught in her throat as she sobbed hysterically.
She brought a hand to her mouth, in attempt to muffle her wails. She wasn't in the mood to face anyone and to explain her agony.
Her eyes eventually felt heavy, shutting slowly and entering a peaceful slumber.
She slept through her parents calling her for dinner, she slept through the animalistic banging on her door, she slept through Salvatore entering, and she slept through his soft touches along her skin.
Waking up, her eyes were met with her bed side table which was cluttered with her books and a few trinkets. Her breath hitched in her throat when she felt an iron grip on her small waist, and a warm chest pushed up against her back.
Looking down at the hand which was rubbing small patterns on her exposed stomach, she gasped when she saw the familiar silver rings and tattoo designs which decorated it.
A dark chuckle emitted from the person next to her, the sound was melodious and sent shivers down the doe's spine.
Angel was suddenly flipped on her back, her dainty wrists were pushed above her head and her widened eyes met dark ones.
"Did I wake you bambina?" Salvatore taunted the scared girl as a smirk danced upon his plump lips. Angel remained silent as her heart rate began to quicken.
Salvatore snuggled his face into her neck, leaving wet kisses against her soft skin. She shivered as he sucked delicately on her collarbone, and a small whimper left her lips.
Smirking down at the girl, he brought his lips to hers and attacked them. His kiss was passionate and rough, his hand had wrapped itself around her neck and pulled her face closer to his.
She wiggled under him as she felt his hardened dick rubbing against her stomach, he chuckled at her adorable reaction.
He brought a hand to her soft breast, toying with her sensitive nipple and massaging her soft flesh. A low moan escaped her pouty lips as Salvatore fondled with her large breasts.
"Cazzo" He cursed in the foreign language which sent arousal to Angel's heat. His raspy morning voice was so alluring and sounded like honey dripping off his tongue.
