I guess the question about cling film didn't distract us from the cliffy then 😅

I'm sorry angels, it was a suitable place to end the chapter! And I am genuinely curious as to what we all call everyday items 🤣

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He pushes inside me and I gasp at the feeling. I haven't had sex in nearly a year and I feel so tight around him. He enters me completely and I shudder at the ripple of pleasure that runs through me.

"Fuck," he curses and drops his head. His forehead rests on mine and our breaths mix together. "You feel really fucking good."

I smile up at him and kiss his nose. "And we've barely even started."

We have to keep it quiet because we're not alone in the house. Dante rolls his hips to thrust in and out of me. I reach above my head and hold the head board so that it doesn't knock against the wall. Luckily, my bed frame is pretty sturdy and doesn't squeak with our movements.

The real challenge is keeping quiet when he makes me come. Dante has to kiss me to drown out my moans. I shake underneath him, trembling with raw pleasure and moaning his name against his lips. He follows shortly after with a quiet curse and muffled groans in my neck.

As we lay next to each other, catching our breaths, Dante trails his fingers up and down my arm.

"Who was he?" He asks quietly.

I roll over so that I can look at him. "Who was who?"

"The guy you last slept with. Who was he to you? Did he mean anything?"

I'm intrigued as to why he's asking these questions. Dante is a usually a closed-off kind of guy. He opens up to me occasionally, but each time he does, it comes as a surprise. I'm surprised that he wants to know this.

"I've only had sex once before," I confess to him. "He was my sort-of boyfriend and he convinced me that if I didn't do it, I was a bad girlfriend."

A look of sheer anger comes over Dante's face. "What a cunt."

"He was. He guilt-tripped me into getting what he wanted, then he kicked me out of his bed and made me walk home."

I regret being so honest with him the second the words are out of my mouth because Dante starts shaking with anger.

"What's his name? I'll fucking kill him."

I shuffle closer to him and wrap my arms around his waist. "Please don't. We can't have sex if you're in prison."

My joke doesn't make him laugh or even smile, but it does relieve some of the tension that I've caused.

"It's honestly okay. Karma is coming his way, I know it. Besides, he did actually make an effort to get me off and make it good for me, it's just a shame I didn't do it willingly to begin with. It was good by the end and I knew I'd have sex again at some point, but the next time, it would be with someone that I chose to do it with."

He smiles and kisses me softly. "Then I'm happy that you saw me as good enough. Not many people have thought that about me in my life, so thank you."

My heart hurts for him, I hold him a little tighter. "Of course you are good enough."

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Waking up with Dante on a school morning is a treat. It makes my alarm going off seem less horrendous. He gets up and takes a shower with me before climbing back down the trellis to return home for a change of clothes before school.

I gingerly creep downstairs but Mum acts completely normal with me. It appears that she has no idea that Dante stayed over and we had sex last night.

I drop my siblings off at primary and then walk to school with a skip in my step. The girls question my good mood but I shrug them off and tell them it's because I've got that Friday feeling. Steph informs us of an impromptu house party happening tonight and I agree to go.

It seems that everyone knows about Dante and I making it official. Students talk and whisper about us in the hall as we walk hand-in-hand. They don't even try to make it subtle or pretend they're not talking about us. I don't mind it, I'd rather everyone knows that he's taken.

"Are you coming to the house party tonight?" I ask Dante, already assuming he is.

He's in the 'popular' lot so I know that he gets invited to everything. I spoke to Killian in form time and he said that he and Dani are going. But Dante surprises me by shaking his head.

"Can't make it, I've got to work."

I pout at him. "What about after? Can you arrive later?"

He gives me a deadpan look. "You know I haven't got a normal job, baby. I haven't got normal working hours, either. Six to midnight and later are my usual working hours."

"Oh, okay."

He kisses my cheek. "But you should go and have a good time. Make sure you stay with the girls and Killian, though. I don't want any guys harassing you."

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The house party is very similar to Rick Borden's. It's in a terraced house on a run-down street in the 'rough' area of town again. The girls and I bring our own drinks and do the rounds, saying hi to everyone.

I spot Killian and Dani and go to say hello. Killian is busy talking to some guy I don't recognise and Dani is stood next to him. As always, his arm is around her waist possessively.

"Hey," I greet her chirpily.

She quickly looks in my direction and then drops her head so that her hair falls into her face.

"Hey, Allie," she replies quietly.

I notice her shifting from foot to foot. She looks uncomfortable.

"Are you alright?" I ask her.

She briefly looks up at me and I catch sight of her eye. Although disguised with make-up, you can still see the purple colour and swelling.

Someone hit her.

"Your eye! Dani, what the hell happened?"

She shoots me a warning look and shakes her head. I feel sick as I realise that Killian is stood right next to her.

Her boyfriend hit her.

The cup in my hand makes a cracking noise as I grip the plastic in anger.

"Drop it," she mouths to me. "Please."

I don't want to get her into more trouble, so I nod and walk away. I pull out my phone and text Dante telling him that we need to talk ASAP. Dante is Killian's friend, he needs to talk to him and we need to get Dani help. She can't stay with an abuser.

Dante doesn't reply and I start getting antsy. I can't think that Killian would try anything with all of these people around but I try and keep them in my line of sight so that I can watch her whilst I wait for Dante to get back to me.

I try calling him but his line is busy. After an hour, I step outside the front door for some fresh air. There's a load of people clogging up the front garden so I go out onto the street. In the distance, I recognise a guy who is obviously part of the same gang that Dante is. He's the rude one that I met at Dante's house once. Maybe he knows where Dante is.

I start walking towards him. Just as I'm a few houses away, a car pulls up and he gets in it. The back passenger door opens and Dante gets out. I watch as another guy comes round the corner and hands Dante a wad of cash. In return, Dante gets a bag out of his back pocket and hands it to him. I wait for the buyer to walk off before I approach my boyfriend.

"Really?" Dante jumps and spins round at the sound of my voice. I cross my arms over my chest and narrow my eyes at him. "You're missing out on a party with your friends to sell drugs?"

A guilty look comes over his face and he shoves his hands into the pockets of his leather jacket.

"I haven't got a choice, baby. It's my job."

"We always have a choice, Dante," I snap.

He glares back at me. "Well, I don't, alright? Look, you shouldn't be here. Go back to the party."

"No! I need to talk to you."

"Now isn't a good time, I've got customers coming."

"I don't care."

Dante looks pained as he walks up to me and gently holds my shoulders. "Baby, these aren't people I ever want you knowing or seeing. I don't want them to know who you are, you need to go."

"You should listen to him, sweetcheeks."

A sneering voice makes me look over Dante's shoulder. There is a man about Dante's height, wearing an over-sized hoodie and sweats and a bucket hat, stood on the corner. He smiles at me, revealing some gold teeth.

"You must be the famous Allie," he says and holds out a grubby hand to me. "I'm Mamba. His boss."

Gang leader.

I look at his hand and make no move to shake it. "Hi."

Dante pulls me closer to him. "She's just leaving Mamba. She's at Joe's party."

Mamba looks me up and down and smirks. "I can see why you like her, Dante. Tight little body."

Dante takes a step forwards and I quickly hold him back.

"Don't fucking look at her, Mamba."

He's much stronger than me so I step between the both of them. I put my hands on Dante's chest and plead with him with my eyes. "Don't, please."

His eyes soften and then harden when he glares at his boss. "Allie, go back to the party."

"Not without you," I reply firmly.

Mamba snorts behind me. "Walk her back then but I want you back here in five."

Dante takes my hand and quickly leads me away from his creepy boss.

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Me every time I get a new reader who doesn't know me or my stories and comments 'no condom she gonna get pregnant'😑😑😑

Thanks babes but no 😏😂

No babies here!!!