Oscar Diaz, we were friends and now I hate him, nothing can change that...or can it?
"You're the absolute worst," I snarled, the word 'you' tasting like ash in my mouth.
He smirked, that slow, curve of his lips that always sent a jolt of electricity through me. His soft hand brushed against my cheek, and I shivered, from the raw heat within me. "Worst?" he murmured, his voice a low growl, a promise of things unspoken.
Before I could even register the shift in the air, he had me pinned against the wall, his body a wall of heat against mine. My breath caught in my throat, the scent of his cologne and the view of his veiny muscular arms caging me in. "What are you doing?" I whispered, my voice shaky.
He tilted my head back, his gaze intense, searching. Then, his lips descended, I gasped, my body arching against him, a traitorous response I couldn't control. "Wait, stop," I whispered, my voice lost in the storm of sensations. "I'm not... we can't."
He chuckled, a low, rumbling sound that vibrated through me, a primal, possessive growl. "Your body seems to disagree," he murmured, his lips trailing down my neck.
Panic clawed at me. This was wrong, so utterly, deliciously wrong. But the way his touch ignited every nerve ending in my body... I was drowning, drowning in a sea of desire.
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The characters like Oscar, Cesar, Jamal, Ruby and Jasmine are not mine, they are from On My Block a Netflix series although all other characters mentioned are created by me. Enjoy reading and please leave comments I would love to read them.
"You can't avoid me forever Lara"
I chuckled "I'm ignoring you, you idiot"
"Is it?" he slowly came towards me and pressed my body with his. Now I'm crushing between wall and him. My God please save me from this psycho.
We locked our eyes, I saw his grey one. His eyes are filled with lust. I can sense I'm turning on but I'll never allow that.
While I'm thinking about how to punch him, he suddenly slip his hand under my night wear rubbing my right thigh up and down. I'm in dead shock that my body can't move an inch from where I was standing, scratch that I was being crushing by this monster.
He slowly leaned towards my ear, rubbing his lips below my ear and whisper "looks like you're enjoying my touch." I give him a big smirk making him confused, it's reasonable because he don't know my next move..
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Zanvil Makarov 25, Russian, cold and merciless Mafia king, play boy.
Lara Charlotte 21, daughter of Italian mafia Don, infamous assassin who everyone is afraid of.
Top one mafia king and top one assassin who is trying to revenge her friend death. Will her identity get reveal? Will these two savage people become 'Savage Couple'?
𝓛𝓮𝓼𝓼 𝓻𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓷𝓰𝓮 𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓮 𝓼𝓶𝓾𝓽 🔞
I'm not embarrassed to say that my first story is a cliche one.