Ruin Her

“And now? What do I do now?”

“I will never hurt you.”

“But what if you’re ordered to, Antonio? You should have left me alone.”

“Never.”

“You’re being a fool.”

“No, I’m not. I’m being honest with you. I’m not going to hurt you.”

He held her hands above her head and slowly caressed down her flesh, going to her breasts. She gasped as he stroked across each of her nipples.

They tightened and her body betrayed her.

“Do you have any idea what you do to me?” he asked. He pressed his cock against her, and she gasped. He was hard as a rock. “No woman has ever made me want to keep her before, but you do, Ellie. You with your hatred of rock music, your love of classical and pop. The way you don’t wear socks on your feet properly, and how you somehow think orange and green can go together.”

She had worn an orange shirt with green sweatpants. Antonio wouldn’t be caught outside of the apartment with her. She had found them comfortable.

“You can hate me all you want. I accept it, but what you need to understand is that I’m not letting you go. You belong to me, just as I belong to you.”

Tears filled her eyes. “You lied to me.”

“I know. I was trying to protect you.”

“And in doing so, you’ve made it so I can no longer leave. I didn’t even know the mafia existed and now I’m dating someone who’s a member. Was anything you said to me the truth? Was it all lies?”

“It wasn’t all lies. I do work in security. I’m the one who keeps the family safe. I protect them.”

“Do you kill?”

“Ellie, don’t ask questions you’re not ready to know the answer to.”

“I want to know—”

He cut her off by kissing her.

She cried out as his arms let her go. Rather than push him away, she wrapped hers around his neck as he lifted her into his arms. Securing her legs around his waist, she was happy to kiss him. It was the only way to ease her confused mind.

His kisses helped her feel safe and warm, protected. He carried her through to his bedroom. He didn’t bother to kick the door closed and seeing as they were alone, she wasn’t going to beg him to give them privacy. He dropped her to the floor, pushing her hair out of the way as he started to undress her.

Slowly, he worked her clothes down her body. First her shirt, then her pants, followed by her bra and panties. She was naked and he cupped her breasts, fingering her nipples before taking them into his mouth.

She grabbed his jacket, pulling him away from her tits and trying to get his clothes off.

“I’ll help you with that.”

Staring at his body now, she saw all the ink. She got to her feet and put a hand on his chest, where there were some scars.

“Bullets?”

“Yes.”

“How many?”

“I’ve been shot at thousands of times. I have six wounds on my chest. None of them got a major artery.”

Some of his ink went to his neck, and she stroked up, touching over the rough skin. She only had the rose tattoo on the inside of her wrist, but it wasn’t rough. She had wondered why his flesh felt odd underneath the ink. Now she knew.

“My neck was cut. They had gone for my throat but missed.”

“I take it the guy is dead.”

“Yes.”

“Do I want to know how he is?”

“No.”

“Then I won’t ask.” She went to each of the points where the ink wasn’t perfectly smooth and pressed a kiss to each one before going to his neck and kissing that point there. “I don’t want you to die.”

It wasn’t a confession of love. She wasn’t even close to giving him that, at least not yet. He’d lied and it hurt to know he had done so for so long.

She wasn’t trying to make him pay, just for him to know the kind of pain he’d caused her.

He picked her up in his arms and moved toward the bed. Rather than throw her on it and fuck her, he climbed on and took her with him so she straddled his waist. He grabbed her hips, lifting her up, and slowly, ever so slowly, lowered her down on his length.

She gasped, crying out at the sudden pulse of pleasure rushing through her as he went incredibly deep within her. The fire burned brighter with every passing second.

Wrapping her arms around his neck, she arched against him. Antonio sucked on her nipples as she rocked on his cock, wanting him to suffer just a little, to make him earn his orgasm.

“Do you have any idea what you do to me? How much I want to fuck you and how desperately I do? I think about you all the time.”