Inara_Me

“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.”

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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.

The Bad Boy's Promise

Lucy immediately started typing and soon, the three dots disappeared, and a text arrived. 'Well done! Now lock the door.'

Yes, Leah turned towards the door. She had to lock it from the inside, so that in case he came in, she would know before he caught her red handed.

She locked the door from the inside before moving into the room. He had told her it was his. If anything, the evidence or anything remotely close to what she was going through, had to be in his room and nowhere else.

The phone in her hand vibrated, and she picked up the call, knowing it was Lucy. "Yes, what do I do first?"

"Check the drawers. But make sure that you open them very slowly. Do not move the content too much."

She went to the bedside drawer but found nothing in them. Just as the suggestion, Liya was careful enough to make sure that she was not making too much noise and disturbing the placement of the items too much.

A small motive - IV