ARON (A Mafia Romance)

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[A/N if you're not comfortable with stuffs like 'that' AKA smut you can skip this chapter....Ik you won't but still hehe]

Valentina's POV-
Wtf. Wtf. WTF. Did I just do!??! Good lord just save me from my death. What will Aron do now? I swear about a thousand fucking times in front of his father today.

What the heck is wrong with you Valentina!? I mentally punch myself.

I quickly change into my pj's and pineapple crop top before hopping into my bed. You don't get to judge me, Okay?

If I'll act like I'm asleep I wouldn't have to face Aron, at least for today.

"Val" Aron knocks on my bedroom door. Fuck! What do I do now?

"Val, are you in there?" He asks again with a knock after a few seconds.

"Um- Yeah," I say nervously from my bed lifting the cover over my head. As if it'll save me from my death.

"Can I come in?" Why is he being so nice? Shouldn't he just burst inside my bedroom and bury me 6 feet under already?

"Yes, Sure absolutely, why not, come in" Shut Up!
I hear the doorknob turn, his footsteps coming closer to me.

"Why are you hiding in there?" He asks quietly with a low chuckle doing something between my thighs.

"Absolutely not," I say with a super wide smile as I remove the cover from my face.

"Thanks," He says with a genuine smile.

Thanks? Did he just thank me?

"For what?" I ask curiously lifting a brow.

"For standing up for me in front of my father. You didn't have to but I'm genuinely thankful. No one ever dared to speak against Matheo Martinez. You should know I respect you a lot."

"You do?" I ask not believing what I heard.

"I do and I mean it, Val"

"Oh, Thanks," I say trying to hide my blush.

He walks closer to me but stops near the edge of my bed. He bends down and whispers into my ears. "Don't be nervous. Losen up, Val"

Goosebumps spread through my body, my cotton underwear starts getting wet as he traces my lower lip with his thumb. I stare at the ceiling, finding words to speak.

"Look at me, Val," he says in a low voice.
I do as he says, staring directly into his eyes.

"Do You trust me?" He asks still tracing my lower lip.

Do I trust him? Oh, fuck yes!

I nod looking into his eyes.

"Say it, Val"

"I trust you, Aron" A grown escapes his lips. "Fuck, My name has never felt this good, Val"

OMG. Someone give me a fucking dryer my panties are getting wet.

He holds out his hand for me and brings me out of the bed gently grabbing my jaw. He thrusts his penis between my but cheeks through my pj's and I let out a moan, my hip bones slamming against the counter.

"I won't hurt you, Okay." He says bringing his lips to my jaw.

"Ah wait, Aron. Umm, I'm not a Virgin" My hands tremble their way to his shoulder, pushing him awkwardly. My father wanted me to be in celibacy till I marry someone of his wish. He said Mafia men want their wives to be pure. I lost my virginity at 17 just to spite him. Why only women be celibate for their man?