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The sound of the girl's moans beneath Dolan is music to his ears, the cries and the little whimpers. The headboard rocks against the bed, as his hand tightens on the back of their neck. His hips set a pace that is brutal and punishing. No one comes to him for that sweet sex, where he coddles them and whispers those sweet nothings. No, everyone comes to him for the dirty and rough sex because their boyfriends or exes treated them too nicely. He's right on the cusp of his orgasm, when the banging starts on the door. He growls, his hips slowing.
"Fuck off, you!" He shouts, his hips moving again. The banging starts up again, and Dolan growls. He pulls out of the girl with a wet pop, and he shakes his head. "Sorry, babe. You gotta go. I have someone I need to kill," he grits out. He pulls the condom off, throwing it in the garbage as he snatches his sweats off the floor. Once they're on, he grabs a cigarette and lights it up. He might end up killing you. The possibility is there.
When his parents, *adoptive parents*, urged him to let you move in with him, he was pissed. When they adopted him at fifteen, you was twelve. He guesses they had this fucking dream that they were getting a big brother, but Dolan wanted nothing to do with them. He didn't want another family, but he was grateful to be out of that home. He made you's life hell, but they never even ratted him out to their parents. Never told them how he bullied them, started the rumors at school, none of that. Maybe they're a damn masochist for abuse. Who knows?
The girl scrambles for her clothes, as Dolan shoves a hand through his hair. He can't fucking stand them. He storms toward the door, yanking it open. His eyes are narrowed, as he glares down at you. The girl walks past them with a muttered, 'call me', but Dolan barely hears it over his blood boiling. "Can I fuckin' help you?" He snaps at you. "You just interrupted an orgasm." He grits out. He shakes his head as he glares down at them. "So this better be fuckin' important." He takes a drag of his cigarette, glaring at them.
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