HI OKAY, I EDITED CHAPTER 4, SO GO BACK AND READ IT IF U WANT MORE DEATAILS :)
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I ran from the classroom. Feeling abit proud of myself. I took control of it. I did it, and seduced him. It wasn't big, but it was a start.
I couldn't help but blush when I remembered what it felt like to taste the thick skin of his neck. Was it possible for someone to taste so damn good? Like warm minty chocolate, and salt. For some reasoin, the salt didn't disgust me. It tasted so right. All the flavors balanced perfectly.
I couldn't help but feel the wetness between my thighs when I thought of the way his big strong hands restrained me. It felt so good to have him in power and in control.
That brought me to the thoughts of what was going to happen before I escaped. What he was going to do. Rape me possibly. Molest me.
But, some part of me didn't mind that. Didn't mind him touching me, and gropping me, grinding on me.
I shook my head repeatedly. I cant have these thoughts! Not after all he's done to me.
"Oh look here boys. I found number one whore in the school." Angelo announced, enclosing me in the middle of the hallway with his crew.
V hadn't come to school today, and the boys were still in class. I pressed my books tighter to my chest, and tried to brush past them, but they wouldn't let me.
"Where do you think your going? Going to tell the teacher?" one of his friends, Joshua taunted.
They laughed around me, and by now, people stopped in the hallways to witness the conflict. I yelped when my books were violently smacked from my hands to the floor.
Tears filled my eye's.
No. Dont cry.
"What you thought those books could hide that disgusting body of yours. Neither will those raggedy cloths. Damn your pathetic!" a nother voice said, it was filled with disgust. I tried hiding my face in my hair, but it was too short.
A fit of laughters went around, ringing in my ears as I fought back more tears.
"You know, Dalila.." Angelo purred. His voice sent shivers of both fear, and pleasure down my spine.
He stepped so we were chest to chest, and I had to crane my neck to meet his dark eye's, that seemed to be glaring down at me. His hair that swept slightly over his eye's while his pink, delicious looking lips pulled in a thin line.
Leaning down, he purred, "I feel for your father when he died. Who are we kidding? we both know it was suicide. Because every day everyay, he had to make up to your ugly face and body, then every evening come home to the same face, then every night had nighmares of it. Do yourself a favor, hell do us all of us a favor, kill yourself. Go home, take a knife to your chest, and perice it through your skin. I'm sure your mother would have the satisfaction of watching you bleed to death."
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Previously: Seducing The Bad Boy (WARNING: Sexual Content) "Do you really think you can beat me at my own game?" Angelo growled, running his tongue along my lower stomach. I moaned loudly, and arched my back against his bed, wanting his tongue...