𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐍 𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐄
❝ Know who I am? ❞ He says tilting her head up to look at the man in front of her. Once her eyes adjust, she sees Boyd Gatti. The biggest, most wanted, evilest mobster of the decade.
Amara's eyes go wide and she screams with...
hehe hi. i decided to change brendon's age to 25 only bc he seemed like he was a bit too old..ya know? soif there's any typos saying he's 27 or something just ignore it.. ty ☺️
#now smut warning!#
❪𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍❫
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Brendon eagerly pulled off his shirt and belt in a flash, his eyes staying locked on hers. Once he saw her nod— he knew exactly what to do. He threw his shirt to the ground and unbuckled his pants, pulling them off his legs swiftly.
He had to admit, she looked scared. Her eyes screamed of panic as she was clearly a virgin. Perfect for Brendon though.
"It's okay..." He whispers in her ear. "I won't hurt you." He caresses the side of her cheek gently.
Amara nods her head as he backs away from her ear and moves his hands to her back, unclasping the bra. Amara gasped as the fabric fell from her chest— and held it tightly to her for coverage.
".. and if I do." Brendon said, barely whispering. His deep voice cracked through his throat as he gently moved her hand away from her chest— kissing her knuckles. "Make sure to tell me. We'll take it slow."
His eyes stayed on Amara's as he slowly pulled down his boxer briefs, parting his lips slightly. Amara jumped quickly looked away, cringing her nose. Brendon took her chin in his fingers and turned it back towards him. "It's not like this will be the only time you see it— might as well get used to it."
Amara held her breath as she nodded slowly and looked down at it. Jesus Christ.
Brendon reached over to his jeans and pulled out a foil packet from the back pocket. He peeled the gold wrapper away by his teeth, keeping his eyes locked on Amara. Her face began to burn and she quickly broke the intimidating staring before it got worse.
Amara's breathing hitched as Brendon moved his hand up her body and to her neck, holding her. "This won't hurt— I promise." He whispers in her ear as he kisses her cheek.
Amara nodded and squeezed her eyes shut, letting him do the work.
"You ready?"
Amara nodded. "Just do it."
Brendon eyed her as he pushed inside of her, making her mutter in pain. He started thrusting in and out of her as he held her legs to the side, going faster each second.
"Brendon—" Amara moans while tilting her head back on the bed, looking at the ceiling. Her pain soon melts away into pleasure as Brendon continues to thrust inside of her. She rolls her eyes back and moans out as the pleasure continues
