Carlotta Angela Vasiliev is a 17 year old girl living with her adoptive Russian mafia family of 4 brothers and father. Ever since she was a child, she's had no sense of belonging, abused by the Swedish mafia in her youth, her Russian saviours are th...
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The water from the shower ran down my back therapeutically, soothing any aches from the night.
Gigi's fingers were in my hair, rubbing shampoo into my head as I leaned against his naked chest, completely spent.
He's been muttering praises to me throughout, my heart swelling with each one.
"You're such a good girl for me, Car." He mumbles, kissing my forehead lovingly, now moving my head under the warm spray of water to rinse off the shampoo he'd been rubbing in.
He tips me head back as I face him, running his hands through my hair as the water washes out the foamy soap, my eyes closed at the feeling of his fingers running over my scalp.
I open my eyes slightly to see him already looking down at me, watching every feature of my face as he looks after me.
I love this man.
I think I've loved him for a while now, but here in the privacy of his shower, where he's treating me like his princess after fucking me like his whore, I can fully comprehend my feelings.
I'm in love with Evangelos Kosmos.
The urge to tell him, to shower him in kisses and tell him over and over again how much I love him crossed my mind.
But did I really want to do this now? Right after we'd fucked? That didn't feel genuine...
"What are you thinking about so deeply, hm?" Gigi says, snapping me out of my thoughts and refocusing on his gorgeous face above me. His thumb is between my eyebrows, smoothing out the crease of concentration I'd subconsciously gotten when furrowing my brows in thought.
"You." I reply honestly, too tired to come up with some lie to save my ego.
Gigi looked a little taken aback, probably expecting some snide comment from me. He looks down at me with big green eyes, and I wonder if he's thinking the same as me.
Instead, he leans down and presses his lips to mine, kissing me softly yet with passion. There was something different in this kiss, emotions flowing through us we haven't yet explored together.
We break apart, leaning our foreheads together as we breathe in union, just looking at one another.
"Let me put you in bed." Gigi breathes, and I nod at him, my limp body still leaning against his for support.
The water in the shower is switched off and I'm carried out, immediately wrapped in a fluffy towel when my wet skin hits the cold air.
Gigi dries my body, as well as his own and lays me in bed, my clean bare skin laying comfortable on his soft sheets.
He slides him behind me, and ever so delicately pulls me to his chest, this side of Gigi being a complete contradiction to an hour ago.
With a few more kisses to my head and shoulders, Gigi tightens his arms around me as we drift to sleep, "Goodnight my love." He murmurs.
