"Do you want me to stop?" He asks, his lips still pressed against my flushed chest.
"No, please don't stop." I moan, pushing myself up, sliding him in further. It hurts but wonderfully.
I want more.More of the pleasure pain. More of him.
He exhales loudly looking into my eyes as he reaches up his thumb lightly wiping away tears I hadn't even realized fell. I'm overwhelmed, but I don't care. It only seems natural on a night like tonight.He slips himself deeper, bobbing in and out as I stretch around him. The pain quickly gives way to pleasure as he begins rolling his hips gently, giving me time to adjust to him. His eyes never leave mine, rendering me defenseless in his arms. I'm unable to ignore the dangerous emotions in my chest, no real reason to. We'll be dead tomorrow. He seems to have the same idea as he picks up pace burying himself inside me, his thrusts becoming more and more intense. No small amount of admiration in his hazel eyes as he fucks me.
"Fuck doll you're tight." He moans, as he leans in closer to me burying his face in my neck, "Bite me." He whispers. A familiar tingle builds in my gut at his command.
He wants me to hurt him.
I shake my head, throwing it backwards as he continues his assault on my battered, sensitive flesh. He's not taking no for an answer as he slips his hand behind my neck, pulling me with him as he sits up. I grind myself on his length as I straddle him, my breath coming in heavily as I tighten around his cock. I pitch forward burying my face in his neck, my sweat mixing with his as I ride him.
"Come on my cock baby, come on my cock and bite me." He groans as his hands grip my hips forcing my clit to rub against him. I come apart, crying out as I sink my teeth into his salty sweet flesh.
"Fuck." He moans as his cock swells inside of me, emptying himself deep in my sex. We both stay like that for a moment catching our breath. His strong lethal hands trailing gently up and down my spine. Committing each imperfection, each inch to memory.I do the same to him.
It's a good thing we're going to die because there's no way I could walk away from this man. No matter how dangerous he may be.There’s already an angry red bruise forming around the indents my teeth made in his skin.
I lightly run my fingers across the wound, smearing the slight prickle of blood as I go, "I think I bit you too hard." I whisper of guilt finally making its way through the haze. He chuckles, laying me back on the bed.
"You did perfect doll. Every part of you is perfect. It takes a lot more than that to hit my limit." He finally pulls out of me, his hand brushing the hair from my face.
"I didn't win your game." I mutter, catching his hand in mine and lightly kissing the rough pads of his fingers. What compelled me to do something like that? I have no idea.
All the terrible things these hands have done.
He laughs, the sound is almost musical.
Addictive as if it doesn't happen often.
"Noè… Noè Arcuri."
Why does that sound familiar?
He rolls onto his back pulling me with him so that my head is laying on his chest, my eyes feeling heavy. "Noè Arcuri, are you a bad man?"
He stills for a moment, as he pulls the covers over us, "The worst."My breath catches in my throat for what feels like the millionth time tonight.
"What do you do?" I ask, despite my better judgment warning me not to. A long silence passes between us, long enough for me to turn to him. His eyes darker than I've seen them. But not with fear, or regret.
With malice.
The last thing you'd expect to see in the eyes of a man about to make his dying confession. "I'm the head of the Arcuri crime family."
I'm pretty sure I stop breathing all together. The Arcuri crime family is the leading family in the Italian mafia, the exact people I've spent my life resenting.
"You kill people?" I ask my voice coming out oddly calm.
He nods, "I do… I did whatever it took. No matter the cost doll, so yes. I've taken lives, many of them."
Why am I not scared?
This man has treated me so tenderly, the man that I'm going to die beside is every bit the monster your mom and dad warn you about. He's evil, corrupt and judging by his expression unapologetic about all of it. I lean up kissing him deeply, the taste of my arousal and liquor still lingers on his lips as he kisses me back with passion I've never felt before.
"I'm glad it's you Olive." He whispers. I smile at him, getting snuggled up closer as I resettle my head on his chest. Reveling in a kind of intimacy I've never felt as I run my fingers along his scars.
"I'm glad it's you too, Noè." I glance over at the clock on his bedside table.