Sweet Secret by Karina Castillo (Bekacastle) (recommended books to read .txt) 📕

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Rebecca Eyre has written down all her thoughts without the fear of being found out, but one day, the dark secrets of her diary are exposed to the public and she will try to find out who is in control of her life and why they want to destroy her.

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“You're an idiot, Derricks.”

“Come with me.” He growled, I followed him for some reason to room 101, which was already practically our secret hideout. He put the things on the floor and closed the door along with the blinds.

"What do you think you're doing, Denzel?” He came towards me, I dropped my backpack and I saw his mouth come against mine, his hands cupping my face and his fingers in my hair tickling me. I didn't want to, I placed my hands on his chest but when I touched him I felt that I just fainted.

It was impossible to run away from him.

His lips went down to my chin, he rubbed my skin with his flesh and then his hands went through my skin under my blouse, he touched me above my bra and then he went back to my lips and kissed me with an incredible desire to eat me completely.

I was going to yell at him to stop, but I felt so hot I couldn't.

I'm stupid, I'm cheating on Joe..

“I am perdition, Rebecca,” He whispered.

He pulled my blouse all the way up and bit my breasts and caressed me while looking into my eyes. Damned. Where the hell did you learn that?

Surely that's what he did to that bitch.

I bit my lip as his hands roamed over my stomach and his tongue tasted my skin. I liked this, but it was terribly wrong.

He came back up to me and kissed me passionately. This felt too good.

His warm hands wandered to my ass, he squeezed me and moaned, and after that he spanked me and pulled my leg up around his waist.

Damn Denzel, he was an expert in eroticism.

"This is wrong." I backed away a bit, feeling dizzy with excitement.

“Do you think it's wrong to savor what was mine from the beginning?” He argued and pulled me closer to him. “I don't think that's wrong. You're with that idiot who doesn't make you feel special.”

“What does that mean?”

“It does not mean anything.” Without seeing it coming, he slipped his hand inside my panties and squeezed my clit; I squeezed his arm and sank into his neck biting my lips. “I bet that idiot hasn't even touched you.”

He moved his finger quickly and then withdrew his hand, pulled down my pants and began to kiss my private part and caress me with his tongue. I leaned on the table as I watched him. He came back to me and turned me around to touch me below the waist.

"I want you, Rebecca," he murmured softly in my ear.

He turned me around and put me on the table where the things that were there fell, he pressed me against his pants and my intimate part rubbed against his bulge.

"Just say it." His hand caressed my neck slowly. “Do you want me to make you mine?”

I reacted and began to unbutton his pants. What the hell was he doing?

He stopped me.

"No." His gaze darkened. “I want your first time to be special and that you never forget it.”

My legs were open and my intimate part was burning and trembling. I wanted it.

“Why would you care?”

"You're not just another girl." He placed his hands on the edges of the desk as he held me to him and my bare legs brushed against his pants. “I'm going to make you mine, Rebecca.”

“What would you win? You're not even interested in me, Denzel. You're just using me. I know.”

He pulled me closer to him and kissed me again, I grabbed his neck and slid my nails through his black hair savoring it. I don't know why it made me feel damn good.

He touched both of my buttocks pressing me against him, I felt the liquid run down my legs. I moaned from the touch alone, he began to move against him with more force and he touched my breasts again moaning.

"I would win this," he deluded. “I would win that every time I kiss you you want me like today.”

He reached down and touched me, the touch burning and then he smiled.

“This is what I provoke you, and you still prefer your perfect boyfriend?” I kissed him on my own, he bit my lip and then lowered his tongue to my neck passionately.

What the hell have I done?

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