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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
Not enough ratings
347 Chs

Plan A - I

 It was the third day after they had received the news of Madison's death that her father had finally found home, reading the newspaper with a cup of coffee as he sat in a lazy manner on the sofa.

She and Lucy exchanged a look. Lately, they had been sleeping in the same room and Lucy liked to cuddle. A lot. 

For the past so many days, they had been looking forward to talking to her father about this. But every time they would break up, he would be gone. Rimmington would come back after they had gone to sleep and would leave before they woke up.

 For the short time that he was here, for lunch and dinner, they did not bother him with questions because his speed of eating conveyed the fact that he was in a hurry. 

"Do we ask him right away? Or do we wait until breakfast?" Lucy mouthed. " I don't want to exactly come off as desperate. But I can't control it either."

"Same." She whispered. Desperation but totally not look good.