Marked For Crime Royalty| Book One | ✓

12 - Chess Talk

"One day" She said. "Treat me like I'm here. Like before" She walked up to him, cupping his face and placing his hand on her hips and he trailed it over ass. He could see the desperation and it would have made any other man smirk or brag that a woman wanted him as bad as she did, but it didn't with him. It wasn't something to smirk about. Desperation wasn't funny, it was serious and he could see just how serious this attachment were. And even knowing this, he couldn't form the two letters.

No.

She pulled him down by his neck and he heard her uneven breaths the closer their lips gotten like he made her nervous every time. Then they connected and she gripped his neck. He pulled her against him, flush against his body, both his hands, sliding over her ass, just to cup her slowly, lifting her up by it. Her hands clasped around his neck as her tongue slid into his mouth. Not seeing Luciano around, did something to her. She missed him so bad that she just wanted to feel his touch. His lips. Feel him in any way she could. And she didn't care if he saw her desperation for him.

She couldn't find the shame in it.

She felt and heard his breaths mixing with hers, breathy together as he laid her on the bed, her hands running through his hair.

Teresa was like his need. A necessity. A necessity he tried to not need, but could never quite go long without it. Like food. You needed food, you could go one day without food, but eventually you would need it again to live and he needed her to function. Though she were constant thing on his mind, distracting him of other things, she were also the constant thing that kept him in line. So weird how it were.

She unbuttoned his shirt, pulling it down over his shoulders, traveling her hands down his chest and he pulled away slightly, hissing. She looked down and her eyes grew, seeing the purple bruise.
"Luc-"
"A graze" He breathed out and he kissed her neck, but her mind was already focused on how he got it.
"What happened?" She questioned and he bit her neck, causing her to moan and grip his hair. She could tell he were distracting her from the topic. He kissed up her jaw, and she held his face between her hands.
"Tell me" She whispered and he groaned frustrated.

"An issue that were solved" He answered, knowing that's not what she wanted to hear.
"Bu-"
"It's handled Tesoro" He interrupted her argue.

Feeling the shift in mood, he got up, buttoning his shirt back. He stood up, looking back at her, " Be in the car in 10" He said, walking out leaving her confused at how fast his mood switched. It's hard to keep up with him. She huffed and got up, changing into some black pants and a black plain T shirt.

He didn't say anything when she got in the car, they just started moving. She couldn't help it. She had to ask. " Am I a toy to you? A puppet? Pawn? Game? " She questioned and he didn't respond. He kept looking out the window. She sighed and sat back in her seat. Getting answers from him prove difficult. Her mind drifted to his bruised chest. It obviously pained him, yet he decided not to patch it or anything. A graze he said. She didn't even like knowing that a bullet nearly missed him. What if it didn't?

* * *

Her head lifted from the window as they pulled in front of a tall, humongous white building. Her door opened and she took Luciano's hand, getting out the car, amazed by the building. Was it a mansion? They walked up to the door and he unlocked it evidence that it were under his mansion. Just walking through the door, amazed her. They walked upstairs and he set the keys down, his hand abandoning hers, but she walked back up to him, grabbing it again. He looked down at her and chuckled by her need to be by him. "One of my penthouses, also the place of your stay when you're on the job" He said.

" Do you want to look around?" He questioned and she nodded. She pulled him by his hand, and he pulled her back. " Alone Tesoro" She sighed and let go of his hand, walking through the hall. The door frames were brown and the walls were white, the feeling from the house felt traditional and not modern like Georgia homes.