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The Bad Boy's Promise

“You said you would leave me alone!” She snarled into his direction. “What the fuck are you doing in my bedroom?” “Pleasuring you.” He cooed before raising his shiny fingers, “Look how you coat me. How wet you are, Leah.” She stared at the glistening fingers in the moonlight. Gulping at the sight of them, she sighed wearily before turning her eyes to him, “Lea-Ahh..” she moaned as he plunged his fingers inside, one by one, leisurely with no hurry, making her her legs quiver. “God..” “God?” He whispered against her ear, “No god, sweetness. Just me.” . ****** It was a dream to live like Leah Adams. And it was something she wished for once every day when she looked at her classmate. It was just a wish, a little thought she had. Until it came true, quite literally. The opportunity was thrown in her lap by no one other than Leah’s Adams father. She had to behave like his daughter, study like his daughter and rule a school like his daughter would. But with her broken mind and spirit, it was easily said and done especially when she had no home to go back to. The home that was burned forever. ***** Dark romance. You have been warned.

Inara_Me · Urban
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323 Chs

Stalker alert - II

Leah's Face twisted into somewhat of an angry snarl. Retching the curtains open, she found herself walking out of the apartment and before she knew it, she was walking towards his car. 

Charging towards it, she stopped in front of it before banging her fist on the window. "Open it!" She screamed at the Driver knowing who he was. "Now!" 

When no one responded from the inside, Leah used her fist to knock in the window again, on the verge of breaking it down if possible. 

"Hey, lady!" someone yelled from across the street making Leah turn around to look. "Do you have a problem with my car? You want me to call the cops?" 

Shit, her banging stopped immediately, midway as she realised that this was a different car.

She should have checked into the Number plate before anything but she did not know the number of his car. Shit.