13: Pretty Please love me (18+)



Previously: She held onto Bryan's hands, as his trailed up her waist, until he reached her shoulder. Her lips tingled as Bryan's finger brushed over it, as he looked at her adoringly. 


 He slowly inched his face towards her, as they closed both of their eyes, impatient to taste each other's lips again-


"RING!" The sound of the doorbell rang, as Candice's eyes flew open, fully alerted, and Bryan groaned audibly, getting himself off Candice, visibly irritated. 


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 "Dammit." Hissed Bryan, as his call to Bella went straight to voice mail. "Okay, look Bella. I don't know what's gone into lately but if you pull anything like that again to Candice i'll..."


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He remained silent for a bit, "Actually, Candice isn't fine- she...injured herself."


"Is it bad?" Ms Harrington asked, worriedly. 


"No. I took care of it. I'm sorry." He said, look down, a strange expression on his face.


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13: Pretty please love me (18+)


'I felt like an animal, and animals don't know sin, do they?'
― Jess C. Scott, Wicked Lovely


 Candice instantly woke up, alarmed. Did her mother call her down for breakfast? She grunted, cursing her slow, confused brain and struggled to get out of bed, her legs still asleep. 


She yawned and caught a glimpse of her reflection in the mirror. 


Perfect.


Her eyes were puffy from crying herself to sleep the whole night, she stepped closer to the mirror, and lifted her hands up to her face-


"Candice, it's getting cold!"


Candice rolled her eyes and didn't answer her mother, as she dragged her feet to the bathroom, and splashed cold water on her face. After she was done, she checked her face again, to see if the puffiness was gone. Her eyes widened as she cursed to herself. 


"Shit." She whispered, almost forgetting about the bruise on her face. She quickly scrambled for her concealer and painted over the purple mark. 


"Candice, are you awake?" Her mother yelled, from downstairs.


"Can you just fucking wait?!" Candice yelled back. 


"No, Candice. I have to talk to you and i'm going to work soon so we better talk now." Her mother replied, keeping her calm. 


Candice inhaled deeply, then let out a frustrated breath. Se walked out of her bedroom and stomped down the stairs.


Her mother, already fully dressed in her office clothes, hurriedly paced back and forth in the living room.


"Your school just called me." She said. "Apparently they've sent home a letter about a fine."


Candice bit her lip, and looked down, keeping quiet. 


Her mother sighed, and shifted her weight onto one leg. "Look, you have to go back to school. Your education is on the line and y-you just can't stay at home all day anymore, you just can't." Her mother said, frantically. 


"If you're worried about the fine then just tell dad to pay it. I'm sure he isn't struggling." 


Her mother seemed offended for a second, then sighed, "I am just as capable of paying the fine on my own as you father is. But this isn't about the money, Candice. It's about your future."


"My future?" Candice blinked, then laughed bitterly, "right..." She mumbled.


"What do you mean by that?" Her mother asked, but her voice was softer. "Look, you can tell me when something's up. You know i'm here for you. I know something's troubling you. But if you can't tell me then how am i supposed to help you?"


"Because you won't understand." Candice snapped. "So can we just drop it?" 


Her mother sighed and gave up. 


Candice turned to walk away-


"What about you getting injured?"


Candice stopped, and turned around, "What?" She asked.


"Bryan explained to me how you injured yourself but you won't tell him why-"


"He's lying." Candice deadpanned, feeling betrayed and angry that Bryan didn't keep it a secret. 


"Really? Because to me it seems as if-"


"God, i just bumped my head on something okay? It didn't even leave any bruises. So just leave me alone, okay?" She snapped again.


Her mother clenched her jaw, trying to keep her calm. "You're acting as if you hate me, Candice. And i did nothing wrong-"


There was the doorbell ringing, and Candice's mother groaned and got up, quickly marching over to the door and opening it. 


"Hello, Bryan." She said, forcing a tight smile.


"Morning." Bryan greeted her, with a polite smile. He saw Candice across the room, crossing her arms, her icy blue eyes shooting daggers at Bryan.


"Right i gotta go. Candice, breakfast's on the table, take care Bryan." She said quickly, looking as though she were about to cry, and walked out of the door.


Bryan looked at Candice, confused. "What was that about?" He asked.


Candice didn't answer him, and turned away, walking over to the kitchen.


He followed her, and frowned, "Did i...? Do something...?" 


She sighed and dropped the plate with the breakfast on it into the bin. "I don't know, you tell me." She replied, coldly.


Bryan was confused for a moment, not knowing what to say, until he realized what she was talking about, "Look, i had to tell her, i mean...it didn't feel right keeping it from her."


Candice laughed, "Right...out of all the things that happened you didn't feel right keeping a little secret from her. You're full of shit." 


"I don't know it just- came out. Candice, i'm sorry." 


Candice looked away from him, and sniffed.


"Have you been crying?" He asked, concerned. 


"M'no." Candice mumbled. "I'm just tired." She said, half telling the truth. "That's the second time you've broken your promise." 


"I know, but this was for a good reason." Bryan said, softly, feeling guilty, watching Candice's sad eyes staring up at him, and her pouting lips. He stepped closer to her, and put lifted her chin up. "Don't look like that. I'm sorry."


Candice slowly and carefully wrapped her arms around his neck, her body pressing on his. "Prove it." She whispered. 


Without waiting, their lips crashed together, as Bryan tried to suppress his urge to do what they intended to do yesterday, before they were interrupted. 


 Candice lifted up his shirt and pressed her hands against his toned abs, her heart skipping a beat, as Bryan's lips moved down to her neck, as she moaned, throwing her head back. He moved his hands down to her hips carefully guiding her near the couch, as they both collapsed on it. Candice giggled, as Bryan's lips tickled her neck. 


Bryan pulled away, smirking, then took his shirt completely off. He didn't waste a second kissing her again, as she wrapped her legs around him, feeling the bulge in his jeans. Candice took off her nightgown, leaving her completely naked as Bryan unbuckled his belt, and took off his jeans. 


Candice breathed heavily, as she trembled at Bryan's touch on her bare skin, as he wrapped his  strong arms around her whole body, as he passionately kissed her neck again.


His hands then moved to her inner thigh, then finally travelling to her-


She gasped, arching her back, then Bryan's dark eyes met hers, "Do you forgive me now?" His husky voice asked.


She swallowed hard, "Mm-Mm." She mumbled, not trusting her voice, as she shook her head. 


 He kissed her lips hungrily, not wanting to wait another second to finally plunge inside her again.


She felt herself becoming wet from his touch, as she waited impatiently, craving for him to fill her. Her toes curled as she grabbed Bryan's arms, desperately, "Bryan..." She breathed out. He kissed her near the collar bone, as she gripped onto his muscular shoulders. 


Bryan pulled her hips closer to him, as he slowly entered her, she gasped, her grip on his shoulder becoming tighter. The way she felt him inside her was like electric, fiery, and intoxicating all at the same time. 


She now realized the feeling of emptiness without him inside her, now that he entered her womanhood, she was complete.


Bryan finally felt himself inside her again, as she tightened herself around his length, he groaned and buried his face into her neck.


OH, GOD. Thought Candice, as his tongue travelled up her neck, giving her goosebumps from head to toe, as he repeatedly thrusts himself into her, making her squeal in pain and pleasure. She realized she was holding her breath; what she was feeling was intense, like she had a sudden rush of adrenaline, her heart uncontrollably thumping in her chest . She moved her hips along his, wanting to be filled with every inch of him, as he thrusts between he legs again, her slit throbbing, wanting more and more and more. She opened her legs wider, as he rammed into her faster, now. She moaned loudly, as his manhood penetrated her powerfully, passionately, intensely, not giving either one of them breaks, as they didn't want to fall out of this heavenly feeling. She felt his every move inside her core, entering and exiting.


She looked inside his ravenous eyes, as she saw something she's never seen before, lust, desire, quite animalistic, all for her? The way he looked at her made her weak to the body, as she moaned seductively, giving herself all to him. 


"Bryan..." She barely whispered.


That word alone sent goosebumps all over him. He liked that she was giving herself to him, like she really wants him. He liked the way her small, beautiful frame moved sensually along his manhood, wanting him to fill her until there was no space left between them, until they reached their climax and tumble into a sea of pleasure, almost possessing them. 


She let out a shaky squeal every time he penetrated her hard, as she twitched her irresistible body, causing Bryan to lose control of everything but this at that moment.


"Bryan-"


"Do you forgive me now?" He murmured into her ear.


She did a small nod, as he slammed himself into her again. "Tell me." He hissed, grabbing her hips tighter.


"Yes!" She finally choked out. "Yes..." She whispered.


Bryan stopped, his length still inside her, he kissed Candice's soft lips, as she passionately kissed him back. He bit her lower lip, and kissed each other slowly, both feeling like time was slowing down, as they rested their lips on each other , as she felt his hot breath on her skin. 


He could feel her walls throbbing and tightening around his manhood, wanting him to fuck her again. 


"I forgive you." She whispered, shakily, before he slammed against her centre again, her feet curled up, as she bit her lip  hard. 


Her body felt weightless, as he planted his length inside her. It felt as if she was endlessly falling. Or flying perhaps? Whatever it was, she didn't want it to end any time soon. She was in a deep trance. Welcoming and accepting the lust and burning passion they had for each other, and throwing guilt out of the window. 


Bryan didn't care what was right or wrong any more, all he knew was that he didn't want to break physical contact with this girl, this hopeless fragile girl that gazed at him as if this was the last time she would see him again, as if she was scared, and knew that this moment would end someday.


"Fucking beautiful..." He whispered to himself.


She was a blank dictionary, hard to define. He was her meaning. He became a part of her. Does he feel the exact same way? She wondered. 


Her legs were wrapped tightly around him, as he began penetrating her harder, and faster, until he pulled out and breathed heavily onto her neck. She couldn't hold it in any more, and felt millions of electric shocks of pleasure explode through her core, her legs, from top to bottom, as if part of him was still inside her. She breathed out, trembling, enjoying the feeling while it lasted, until her senses woke up again, and everything was back to normal. 


Bryan showered her with kisses, their skin rubbing against each other, not wanting to separate, until he just held her close, as he lied down next to her. She sighed and rested her head on his chest, listening to his steady heart beat, and feeling the rise and fall of his chest, as he breathed in and out, stroking her rosy pink cheeks.


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Bella frowned, examining the cuts the Candice inflicted upon her. She dabbed some disinfectant on it and hissed, when it burned through her cuts. She gritted her teeth and moved on to the next cut-


She jumped when she heard loud banging at the door, her heart hammering in her chest. 


She froze, trying to not make any noise, as she slowly went over to the spy hole to see who it was. She gasped and backed away, knocking over the coat rack, creating a loud crashing noise. 


"Bella?" Said the venomous voice, "I know you're in there." There was a hint of laughter in his voice, as the sick man rattled on the door, obviously trying to scare her. She stumbled to the kitchen and grabbed a knife, then collapsed to the floor, hiding behind the counter. The door knob turned forcefully, as the sound of crashing surrounding the house. She froze in cold fear, as she heard slow, but heavy footsteps against the wooden floor, until the footsteps were close, then stopped.


She held her breath, terrified to death. 


"Well, well, well..." Steve said, "Are you done hiding from me, Bella?" He asked, looking down at her with a twisted smile. 


"Please stop." She cried, "You got what you wanted so please..." She trembled in fear.


"What are you doing with that knife in your hands, hm?" 


She pointed it towards him, weakly. 


He looked at her, with a scornful look, and forcefully pulled her leg towards him. "Please-"


"Shut up." He said, quickly. And looked at her. "How d'you get these?" He asked, pointing to the cuts.


Bella looked away, but he attempted to turn her head back to face him, but she slapped his hand away. "Don't touch me! You're a monster...i swear, i'll stab you if you come near me." 


Steve's facial expression turned into anger, as he slapped her hard, "You little bitch." He said, "After all i've done for you. You wouldn't even come back to work. No one wanted to give a dirty whore like you a job, but who finally accepted you, hm?" 


She held her cheeks in despair, looking up at him, trying her hardest to fight back tears, and giving him a death glare.


"I expect you to be back at work by tomorrow, otherwise this will not be the last time i step foot in here." He said, talking down at her as if she was a dog. 


"You're pure evil." Bella spat.


Steve snickered, "Don't act like you didn't enjoy it. You were practically begging for it." 

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