𝐒𝐮𝐠𝐚𝐫 ✓ [𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐎𝐍𝐄]

✎chapter twelve × control

ᴘᴀʀɪs ғʀᴀɴᴄᴇ
ᴇʟᴇᴠᴇɴ ɢʀᴀɴᴅ sᴛ
ᴅᴜᴘᴏɴᴛ ᴘʜᴀʀᴍᴀᴄʏ
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"Fuck you." I say, shivering.

Angelo laughs, pulling of his sweater and draping it over my shoulders. "You asked me to cum in you, sugar, I wasn't going to say no."

I sigh turning over the box of Plan B or 'pilule du lendemain' as the French say.

"Next time, at least remember to put on a condom." I say, pinching his arm.

"Next time?" He questions teasingly, grabbing my hand. "So, you'd let me do it again?"

"That's not what I meant!" I say, sternly, a bit louder than I meant to. The other patrons in the store stare for a quick moment.

Finally, it's our turn in line and Angelo pays for the Plan B and a pack of cigarettes he picked up for himself, and we make our way out.

"Hopefully all that smoking has decreased your sperm count." I sniff as he immediatly lights a cigarette.

"Yeah, maybe." He chuckles, helping my into the car.

When he starts driving, I get hit with regret.

Why did I let him do that? For the money? Am I really that desperate? I've known him less than a week.

It won't happen again, I promise myself. But, how can I even be sure?

I quietly glance over at him as he puffs a cloud of smoke out the window. It billows from his lips in a perfect flowing stream as if he controls it.

Control.

He has the control now. And as much as he "doesn't do submissive", I have to take that control. I don't know how but I have to.

We make it back to his place and I take the pill with some water. I can't dry swallow and Angelo teases me for it.

"I don't know, I guess you just don't seem like type who needs much lubrication." He says with a quick glance over my body.

I roll my eyes and walk past him, to the closet to get some clothes, and then to the bathroom. But, when I try to close the door, he's there to stop it.

"What do you want, Angelo?" I sigh.

He steps closer, wrapping his arms around me.