The Bad Boy's Girl | completed

24. Bad Intentions

24. Bad Intentions

I woke up in a cold sweat. I looked around and saw Ryan next to me sleeping. I laid back down and realized I wouldn't be able to sleep for the rest of the night.

I looked over at the clock and it read one thirty-nine a.m. I groaned, quietly. I turned over on my side and just decided to be a stalker. I stared at Ryan long and hard. Eventually, he cracked an eye open and I panicked. So, I took the liberty of... Yup, you guessed it.

"This is all a dream," I spoke. "You have rabies and your chasing a hotdog."

"Uhh, and a rug is out to kill you." He groaned and closed his eyes.

Phew, that was close.

Laughter. Quiet, husky, sexy laughter.

"That was horrible, Noah."

"Babe, don't laugh at me." I pouted.

He groaned, "You better put that lip back in your mouth."

I smirked.

"What will happen if I don't?" I challenged him.

"It'll go in mine." He sat up and hovered over me.

"I think I'll take you up on that offer." He ground his bulge in my center and practically dry humped me. But, hey! I'm not complaining.

And for the next two hours, we were at it like bunnies during mating season.

Good thing, I'm on the pill and we used a condom. There would be no doubt that I'd be preggo by now.

"Baby, you were so loud and you moaning my name," he moaned. "Was literally amazing."

Let's just say we went on for a few more hours.

I woke up to a naked Ryan with his front to my back. I turned around and wrapped my hands around his neck. I pecked his lips a couple times.

He slowly started to kiss back.

"Baby, wake up." I kissed him more.

I stood up and immediately fell on the floor.

All I heard was him laughing. He grabbed me and dragged me back on the bed. He put his head on my breast and started to fall back to sleep.

After a while, he would peck my breast. I played with his hair until a knock sounded.

"Ryan. Babe, someone is at the door." I told him.

"Leave it. I like your boobs in my face." He whispered. They knocked again, this time, harder. I groaned and got up putting on my blue, fluffy robe. Let me tell you, it hurt so bad. But felt so good. I opened the door and was immediately dragged out.

"What the hell?!" A hand was pressed against my throat.

Isaac.

"What?!" I snapped. Glaring a freaking machete in his head.

"I heard you. All morning. Oh, Ryan. Fuck me, baby. Uhhh yeah, I heard it all. I'm sleeping in the next room over." He grabbed my waist with his opposite hand. Hard too.

"Good. Now get the hell off me." I kicked his shin. He loosened his grip a little, but not enough to let me run.

"You little bitch." He growled. He ripped my robe off and grabbed my left breast and smacked it hard. Insuring to leave a mark.

He grabbed me and threw me in his room on the floor. He picked me up and threw me on the bed with his hand muffling my cries and screams. He ripped my robe and was grabbing my butt. All I could do was struggle and cry. He straddled my waist and ran his hand down my body.