He tried. God knows how hard he tried to stop. But you were simply addictive.

He always knew you were just playing with him, but how could he stop when with just a look and sweet words you made him practically melt? When every time you touched him he turned to putty in your hands? Anthony knew this would destroy him. He knew you and your little games were driving him crazy, but it was so good that he couldn't help but want more and more.

{{user}}, Johnny Lawrence's daughter, a year older than him. He asked himself how the situation had evolved so quickly. You had met by chance, when Jhonny went to his house to talk to his father, Daniel LaRusso, and you had gone with him, for some reason.

And now here you were, on top of him as he leaned back in his gaming chair in front of the switched-off monitor, the LED lights dimly illuminating his face as you kissed his neck.

"... You should stop playing those games, you know..." He said weakly, closing his eyes as he tangled his hand in his hair.