Craving For Her: Mafia family romance

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other off before I made my way to mine. As I reached the gate, I pau

ue afterward. I was going, to be honest with myself, I didn't want to see hi

me reason, I felt eyes on me as if I was be

two grades higher. Therefore, I had an

ess. When we were done,

he scripts t

her office. She followed me and once I finished

r, someone pulle

He pulled me into class. The moment we entered the class, before he even closed the door, I knew where we w

imitation' had taken place. The single most humiliating day of my life had shown m

s that filled the room that day. Even if it had

ng, and I stood there rigid and quiet. Our eyes never left on

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ed you,

it, but my pride spoke first. "Rescued me? From what exactly? I didn't need your help,

e smirked at me. Unexpectedly, he started to chuckle as he clapped. His laughter w

ic rising as I backed away from him. He had a

ound and slammed me against the whiteboard. I opened my eyes to see him toweri

antically under my breast. Every fiber of my body telling me to fi

ed menacingly in my ear. "S

k. Was he implying that I in

t my embarrassmen

huckle that sounded as if it came from the bottom of his stomach. He l

under an in

theory, I need to e

ly talking about? I had no time to

tarily, unable to control it. I wanted to scream out, but I couldn't do anything

sist, pushing agains

is face in the nape of my neck. I continued to push an

f my neck, slowly nibbling on it li

ut as though he heard

and biting my neck again, "I w

id scream, he would probably turn the tables. Who wou

ed rather gently on my lips. My hands grabbed at his shirt to pull him off me. He ignored my attempts, his

lust, and a glint of tri

hypothesis w

k by my own reaction

, he pulled his arm away. Then he turned around and s

react that way, but at that moment they did. So much so, that

Of course, I needed his help and he

nial of what I felt about my tormentor. Yesterday only left me more confu