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My Badboy Knight 59. Defense mechanism.
TASHAI wait for Diane by her locker after school dismissal, despite the tiny voice inside my head telling me to abandon talking to her and go home and just avoid her and her problems. She has her bitchy friends afterall.But I can't. I just. . . . .can't.I take a quick glance on my phone to check the time as I continue to wait. I hate her, but I want to know what really happened. I want to know how and when she started her new addiction. I want to know about her bruises. How she got them. And somehow, no matter how much I tried to deny it all day, a part of me wants to be there for her. To hold her, and maybe, hug her.Claire and Samantha avoided her like a dreadful plague all day after she came back from the Principal's office, looking so broken and torn. If there is still any tiny piece of the Diane I know still left in her, then I am sure she will need every glue she can get. The Diane I know cracks down under pressure. Pressure from her mother. Pressure from expectations. Pressu
My Badboy Knight 60. I want more.
TASHAAfter changing into some fresh bum shorts and a tank top, I make my way down to the kitchen to get some snacks and fruit juice for us. Coming out from the kitchen with the refreshments, I see that Nate has already made himself comfortable on the longest fluffy sofa in the sitting room, his shirt hanging on the armrest of the sofa. Some of his messy hair curls fall over his eyes, his fingers punching away at his phone screen. My pulse quickens as I just continue to watch him relaxing there on the sofa, half naked. Looking carefree and so fucking gorgeous. I snap back to my senses when I begin to feel the weight of the snacks and packs of fruit juice that I am carrying in my hands. I gently keep them down on the dining table behind me and slip out my phone from the pocket of my bum shorts. Without a flash, I take a couple unknown pictures of him sitting there, lost in his phone. He looks so effortlessly hot. He is my supermodel. I smile to myself as I tuck back my phone into my
My Badboy Knight 61. My Favorite Fantasy.
TASHAWe continue kissing even when we get to my room. My legs are still wrapped around him as one of my hands leaves his shoulders to open the door. Once we get inside, he kicks the door closed behind him."Your room smells heavenly." He groans against my lips, his nose grazing along mine. I blush a smile against his mouth. "Thanks."He captures my mouth into another kiss, carrying me to my bed. He lays me down gently on the bed, his mouth still tangled with mine. The soft manner in which he cradles my body intensifies my love and lust for him, turning me on the more. Gosh, I fucking love him.His body hovers above me, settling between my thighs, his elbows angling him so he does not press down on me. I want to touch him everywhere. To feel him everywhere I can. My fingers roam across his broad shoulders, the thick muscles of his chest and stomach, wildly tracing through every curve and line and dip before sliding upwards to the back of his head and fisting into his hair, tugging a
My Badboy Knight 62. Never to be erased.
TASHAHis naked body is settled between my thighs, his cock long and thick, pressed so close to my core entrance dripping with my wetness. I ache beneath him, my skin tingling everywhere. I want to feel him buried inside me. Fucking me. Claiming me. Pleasuring me.His mouth detangles from my lips, his face pulling away, his eyes fixed into mine. He looks a bit nervous. I am too.But we both definitely want this."I want to make love to you right now." he whispers to me. "Can I?"My insides melt at his words. "Yes." I murmur to him. Fuck yes I scream in my head. God fucking knows how bad I want him buried inside me right now.I watch him reach into the pocket of his jeans where I had tossed the clothing, pulling out a condom packet. My body writhes in burning anticipation as his teeth tear the foil sheet of the condom. His hand slips the condom onto his cock, the latex fitting around his thick, long member perfectly. My mouth waters just staring at the perfection, the wetness between m
My Badboy Knight 63. When you talk like that.
NATEI blink awake to the crack lights of sunset oranges and purples trailing through the window blinds into Tasha's room, the rays washing over our barely covered bodies nestled halfway under the bedsheets. As I pull the sheets up, Tasha stirs beside me, still asleep, and all the memories flood back to me in a sweet, mind-blowing rush.I remember every single kiss, every single moan of my name on her lips, the warmth of her fingers tracing through my scar, the way her eyes locked into mine as I made love to her, the ecstasy that filled me when she unraveled before me, with her body wrapped perfectly around me, taking me down into the throes of pleasure with her. . . . . .I feel my cock twitch between my thighs, but I inhale a deep breath to calm myself.Fuck.She is my sweetest addiction.Tasha is lying on her side, her face turned to me, one side of her cheeks buried in the pillow. She is breathtakingly beautiful. Like a goddess. My goddess. The rays of the sunset sprinkle on her f
My Badboy Knight 64. Damn, I am bursted.
NATEWhen I arrive home, I park my motorcycle in the garage and begin to walk towards the house. The moment I step inside, the thick aroma of grilled steak fills my nostrils.I halt in my tracks, still sniffing the air. We seldom have steak dinner in this house, but there is only one gothic girl in the entire Adams family who is crazy in love and married to steak. There is no way—"And the rebel king is back!" A familiar chirpy voice shrieks behind me, and I jump back in shock just the same time I snap around to see my sister Cathy flicking her tongue over her teeth in that familiar smirky smile of hers that just fucking screams mischief. "Oh my God Cath!" I clutch my hand to my chest. "Were you trying to kill me?"She smirks harder. "You know I can't afford to be the only child dude."I drop my bag on the sofa near me. "When the hell did you get back?""This evening." She suddenly unfolds her arms from her chest and takes a step towards me, sniffing my clothes. "Something is off wit
My Badboy Knight 65. Spread over my shoulders.
TASHAClass periods of the day blur past in a flash, but not too fast for me not to notice that Diane is nowhere to be found in school.The victim of the rumor ravaging around school now is Diane. She did not come to school today. And no matter how hard I tried to shut myself off from the thought, I kept finding myself thinking a lot about the reason why.Everyone knows the reason why.She obviously did not come to school because of the news circulating around school about her doing drugs.Drugs. I still want to know how and why she immersed herself into drugs. And the bruises…..Gosh. I just can't shake off the urge to question everything. It is like a persistent ringing bell echoing inside my head."Baby, I want to tell you something," Nate whispers into my ear, jolting my senses back to reality. I grab my History textbook from my open locker.His warm breath on my ear is ticklish. I manage to hide my blush a bit as I turn around, facing him. "What is it?""So, uhm. . . ." He pauses,
My Badboy Knight 66. Torn apart.
TASHAI breathe in a couple more times before finally landing a few knocks on the door of Diane's family mansion. I could not bring myself to succumb to the urge to not check up on her since she did not come to school.I just couldn't.I hear faint voices coming from inside the house and decide to wait a bit for Mrs Margaret the housekeeper or one of the maids to come open the door.Footsteps echo towards the door, and finally, the door is pulled back open. I am met with the sparkling gray eyes of Mrs Margaret Stevenson and her ever charming smile. She is the housekeeper of the Brandon family. Always cheerful, organized, with an eager spring always in her steps.What I love the most about Mrs Margaret is her selflessness. To be honest, she is Diane's second mother. The mother that is always available and has actually been there for Diane always, and sometimes, for me too."Hi darling," she nearly squeals, and I fall into her arms in a tight embrace."Hi Mrs Margaret." I inhale the swee
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