"Let's adventure to the bedroom.'' Andre whispers as I pick up my phone from the desk. Andre removes his hands from my knickers standing me up. Quickly, I message Edward my address. Throwing my phone onto the desk, I turn pulling Andre into the room attached to my office. Letting go of Andres hand I head into the bathroom proceeding to wash the blood off of my hands before walking back into the room. Andre is standing outside the door waiting, as soon as I step into the room, he takes a large step towards me reaching out and pulling me into him forcefully wrapping a claiming arm around my waist. I am eye to eye with his chest, slowly I lift my eyes to meet his. We stare intently into each other's eyes, biting down on my lip but within seconds my bottom lip is between his teeth instead. As we kiss, tongues dancing together I pull at the bottom of his t shirt before lifting it over his head. Our lips disconnect for a moment as we pull our tops over our heads. Once tops are off our lips are crushed against each other's again.
''We don't have to do this you know?'' Andre says. Looking into his eyes I search for anything but the sincerity that laces his voice.
''I want to.'' I try to push every ounce of confidence in my voice whilst convincing him through my eyes.
He unclips my bra and my nipples harden at the feeling of his fingers rolling them around delicately. I push my skirt down over my thighs, letting it fall, pooling around my feet. I kick my shoes off to the side kicking my skirt in the process. My hands trail down Andre's abs I never noticed them before. I moan out loud when his lips hit the sweet spot under my ear and his teeth scrape across my throat gently, sending jolts to my already pooling panties. He pushes me so my back hits the bed, he pulls his trousers down kicking then to the side. I lean up on my shoulders, and stare at the beautiful boy Infront of me. My eyes roam over his biceps and toned abs until my eyes meet his and a smirk plasters on his face. ''You like what you see?'' He asks cockily, waiting for me to inflate his ego.
''just come here.'' I chuckle out. He searches through my bedside cabinet until he finds what he is searching for. Looking down my eyes bulge slightly as I see the imprint of his erect penis showing through his boxers. He pulls his boxers down and his length springs out. He uses his teeth to rip open the condom packet, I look in awe hearing a dark chuckle. He rolls the condom over his length; Next thing I know Andre is hovering over me lips on mine as his tongue darts in claiming my mouth as his. I moan and grind my hips against his he lets out a groan and I run my hands along his body, his hands reach my underwear pulling them down as he kisses down my neck. Sucking in a breath his tip is at my entrance; I moan when he pushes into me. I don't have time to accommodate for his size, the feeling of him slamming into me is overwhelming, the pleasure the satisfaction. I can feel my core tightening and I let out a loud moan, Andre groans like music to my ears. My hands grip his shoulders, I try to hold myself in as long I can but when he slams in to me, he hits the spot. I clench around him almost screaming as I drag my nails down his back. I feel him release into the condom and he grunts lowly into my ear, pulling out he lays down next to me catching his breath.
''Do you know how long I've waited for that?'' He says between breaths, and I chuckle.
''So good.'' I breathe out. His touch felt good. My thoughts drift to Antonio, I hate him he disgusts me, and now I've killed the disgusting man but I need to know what his plans were. Standing up I limp to the bathroom and jump in the shower. The water cascades down my back soothing my body, I wash the sweat from my body and hair. Turning the water off I jump out and pull a towel off the door, I catch sight of my body in the mirror. I look disgusting, fresh red marks down my neck and fading bruises and cuts on my face and body. I smile as I catch a glimpse of the tattoo, I got that day with Lucas. But the smile fades when I see the cuts that litter my arms and legs. When I get back to Italy, I am not going to kill any more students I am going to behave get on with school and business and most importantly be there for my brothers. I can't do this too myself or my family again.
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Broken
Teen FictionA broken girl who fights all her own battles, alone. she owns her own mafia and people see her as sadistic, heartless and cruel. no one has ever seen the real her broken and in pain. Her adoptive parents are brutal and abusive, the only people that...
