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It’s the cries on the other end of the scale that make me want to dive in the dirt with the dead.
Not in the dirt bro
Push him.
Lowkey....
Trying to ignore how the pressure of his arm burns through my raincoat, or how the ghost of his cigarette entwined with the oaky notes in his aftershave make my nipples tighten.
Girl we jus got here.....
“Why’d you go back then?”
I'm jus so tired bro :/
I’d rather shit in my hands and clap than move back to Devil’s Dip and take my rightful place as capo,
Well damn
“Speaking of your father, I see he has another gold-digging whore already,”
Not too much on my girl....
She represents everything I hate about this life. To my uncle, she’s nothing but a piece of pretty pussy and something to brag about over a poker game.
OH WHO IS YOU
Vittoria mutters, ‘Oh, for fucks sake,” in the same tone you might use if you’d missed the bus.
Mood
and I realized I was wrong.
You wrong, she right :)
Gabe pops his knuckles. “Mine.”
Oh, I'm gonna love his book
“Mama was a fucking saint, and don’t you ever forget it.”
“You’re not unattractive, either.”
Oh- why thank you
All I hear are my shallow breaths; all I feel is the path his eyes carve down to my lips. Any hint of humor in them is long gone. “Do you like being bad?”
A wet hole to plunge my dick into. A mouth to face fuck. But at least I don’t pretend they’re anything more than that.
Oh....
I could bring this whole engagement crashing down with one sentence of truth.
Please do.
I’d put that smart mouth to work.
What's that even supposed to mean :/
You got yourself in this damn mess, get yourself out of it.
Boooo, tomato, tomato
And for the first time since we met, I see her smile. I think I like it when she smiles.
Oh ma gawddd
Weak-willed and weak-minded, they always seem to agree with what I say and do what I want.
Okay, Andrew Tate
Curly-haired and unavailable.
AYYYY
Tor snorts, muttering something about him being a loser. Donatello probably is the only one around this table that doesn’t know what it feels like to snuff the life from a man.
No, I like him, stop being mean :(
But now I know Alberto wants it to hold over his hot, young fiance, there’s not a chance in hell I’d even consider it.
YUHHH
“I know. Hilarious. Remember when she let Spencer and his crew run a train on her?”
She didn't LET them do anything
In the car ride back to Alberto’s house yesterday, she let me believe she was different, even just for a moment.
Bro believes ANYTHING he hears :/
“You don’t know how lucky you are,” she murmurs softly.
Stfu bum
It’s all too easy to forget she’s a gold-digging whore.
anything but that
“An intern put sugar in my Americano and my first thought was to dislocate his jaw.”
Uhm....okay
But please, for the love of God, don’t make me go to war with our cousins over a piece of pussy.”
These men.....
then graze over my nipple. It’s hard and sensitive, and I shudder with excitement as I roll it between my thumb and forefinger.
In the ocean?......ykw, HELL YEAH
I bite my lip as I slip a finger into my hole,
Why would you call it that
There’s a figure standing on the beach. A man. Sharply dressed in a navy suit and a crisp white shirt.
NOOOO NOOOOO NOOOO I'M GON KMS NOOOOOO
What the hell is he doing here? Can he see me?
No girl, he's watching the seagulls
One more stolen glance at Angelo’s indifferent expression and I come, hard, the lust washing over me like a wave.
I jus.....I'm so confused
Why I’m fingering myself at the thought of Alberto’s nephew, while he’s a mere few feet away, oblivious.
Uhm girl.......I think he's very aware
“If you belonged to me and dressed like that around other men, I’d pull down those skimpy bottoms and spank your ass until it was raw.”
Okayyy bro
“Is it ‘cause you like getting your pussy pounded by dirty old men?”
Is this book real vro...
“Is that wishful thinking? Do you think you'd have a chance if I did?”
Clock it<<<<
He sighs, then drops his binoculars so they hang by the cord against his chest.
Well damn :/
He puts his hand over mine and lifts it to his face. Grazes his lips over it. “Stay in the car, Aurora,” he murmurs into my knuckles, making every nerve ending in my body buzz.
Oh...ma...gawd
“This morning, in the sea. I was fingering myself thinking about you.”
the lord HIMSELF wouldn't be able to pry that from me
“I don’t care what Alberto says. Wear your hair curly.”
I love this man
“But it’s not. You saw her, and you decided to stay.” He rakes a hand through his hair, still staring ahead. “You just don’t know it yet.”
CLOCK ITTTT
“What the fuck happened to you, bro?” I hiss. “What did he do to you?”
No.....
Angelo Visconti wants me as much as I want him.
Yeah he doesss
“Fuck,” he breathes, gripping the back of my hoodie. “Your pussy is the most perfect thing I’ve ever seen.”
Why thank you
“Do what you have to do, whether that’s finish yourself off or use the confession booth. I’ll meet you in the car.”
Huh?
It has to be, because I know the moment I taste those lips—either set of them—there’s no way I can go back to London. I know I’ll have to stay and fight for her.
Yuhhh, get yo girl
Like I didn’t go home and fuck my fist in the shower.
Ykw...HELL YEAH
“Because seeing you in your engagement dress is hard enough. But seeing you in your wedding dress?” A growl vibrates deep within me. I tighten my grip. “That’ll be fucking torture.”
But that’s the thing about lines in the sand. Eventually, they wash away, and you can’t remember where you drew them.
