Lock me up and throw away the key
He knows how to get the best out of me
I'm no force for the world to see
- The Weeknd
~ Aurora ~
The crashing, the glass breaking, it caused me to panic. It reminded me too much of that night when my brothers got taken away. I clicked off the Malware software I was using to track Dlo's location with Josie's computer. I opened Netflix and closed the computer, placing it on the bed.
I grabbed the gold gun from next to me, turning the safety off and clocking it back. I slowly opened the door, turning to each side as I held the gun out. Once both sides were clear I turned to the right where all of the noise was coming from. When I opened the door to Midas's office there was a man I had never seen before, rummaging through his drawers.
"Shit!" He yelled, looking up at me as I held the gun out to him. His accent was Russian, and I felt my hands tighten around the gun.
"Aurora." I heard his voice say, and I felt my heart drop. I pulled the trigger, aiming at his chest before watching the bullet hit him. I would have kept him alive and taken him down to the basement so Midas could question him, but he knew me. I ran over to the body that fell to the floor, rubbing my hands in his blood and pressing it to my shirt, neck, making it look like he put up a fight. I heard the door swing open and footsteps rushed in. I felt the tears prick my eyes as I let them fall. I dropped the gun, standing up from where I was kneeled. The footsteps stopped as I let out a choked sob.
"I- is he dead?" I croaked, letting my hands shake. They would never know it's because of my adrenaline. I was finally able to kill someone while being trapped in this mansion of a house.
"Cazzo." I heard grumbling behind me as I felt arms go around my waist and spin me around. I let my breathing pick up as I stared down at the floor.
(Fuck.)
"Don't look down, Jess." He whispered, his voice soft. I had never heard him use that voice with anyone, especially me. The shivers shook my body, the heat spread to my stomach. Midas was making me feel all sorts of emotions, but the one I could feel the most beside the desire was the fear. The fear that came with wanting him, craving him, needing him.
"Did I just kill someone?" I whispered, feeling the warmth from my tears run down my face. I heard another gunshot, watching as Midas shot the man.
"No baby. I did." The way the name slipped from his mouth felt good. My body felt like it was on fire. I knew he lied to me, I knew I killed that man. My hands shook as I stared at the blood on them.
"You boys got this?" I heard him ask whoever was behind me. I didn't hear an answer so I assumed they nodded.
"Close your eyes, Jess." He said, putting his hand on my lower back to guide me as I shut my eyes. I could feel myself walk by the body that was laying in the ground.
"Figure out who he is and why he is here." Midas demanded before I felt the cool air of the hallway hit. I slowly opened my eyes, looking at him as he opened another door with his finger print. I walked in the room and the immediate scent of evergreen and pine filled my nose. I looked around at the dark room, and felt my heart race.
"I- killed someone." I spit out nervously, backing away from him like I was some sort of monster. Like that if he would touch me, he would be set on fire. If he kissed me, he'd be poisoned.
"No, I did." He took the blame once again, setting his gun down on the little bookcase he had. I almost wanted to smile as I imagined big and scary mafia boss Midas Rosso, reading a book.
"Stay away!" I yelled as he took a step closer to me. I cried and stepped back until my back hit the wall. I held out my hands in front of me and felt his gentle touch.
"I'm right here, Jess. You didn't kill him, relax." He mumbled, pulling me closer to him. For the first time since I've been here, I felt his arms go around me. His hand stroked my hair while the other rested on my back.
"Relax." He muttered, and I quickly untensed my body before bringing my arms up and wrapping them around him. Here I was standing in Midas's room, hugging him. I felt my feet lift off of the ground, causing me to wrap my legs around him as he walked through his room. He sat me down on the counter in his bathroom and turned on the shower. I looked at the blood on my body and I noticed it was now all over his shirt.
"I'm sorry." I said, and he shook his head. He grabbed a towel, setting it on the hook.
"You have nothing to be sorry for." He walked over to me, and I felt my breath hitch at the sudden closeness of his face. I wanted to feel how I felt the other night. His kiss on my lips, his body pressed up against mine. I felt my underwear start to soak and stick to me at the thought. I wanted him, there was no denying that. Even in my sea of lies, this was one thing I couldn't lie about. The effect he had on me and my body.
"Get a shower, I'll get you some clothes." He said, his voice raspy and I looked down and saw his erection in his slacks. I nodded before he walked out of the bathroom, leaving me sitting on the counter. I wiped my eyes, hopping off the counter before stripping out of these blooded clothes. I rolled my eyes as the blood washed off of my body.
So naive, yet so hot. That's what he is.
I washed my body twice, getting the smell of the blood off of me. I washed my hair before conditioning it. The warm water beat down on my face and let my body finally relax. Showering is the only time nowadays where I can escape. I can't go out and kill someone, I can't go racing unless everyone else is. I'm trapped in here. I've paid someone off in the Russian mafia to send my brother messages from me, and it's safe to say he got them since the tracker is working.
I turned the shower off, ringing my hair out before wrapping the towel around my body. I looked in the mirror; my lip was starting to heal, and my hair was now starting to curl. I heard a knock on the door, causing me to walk over and open it. The coolness hit my body causing millions of goosebumps to appear. His eyes darkened as he looked down at me.
"I grabbed clothes from your room." His voice sounded strained and I nodded. I held the towel around my body with one hand as I grabbed the clothes with my other. I set them on the counter before going back and shutting the door. I smiled to myself as I remembered the look on his face when he saw me in nothing but a towel. I grabbed the underwear, pulling them up, before clipping on a matching bra. I put on sweatpants and a tank top before opening the door and scrunching my hair with the towel.
He laid on his bed, his head against his headboard with his eyes closed. I stopped in my tracks when I noticed that he wasn't wearing a shirt and had on those gray fucking sweatpants. His hair was curly, his body on display for me to stare at. He is beyond beautiful. A smirk pulled to his lips as his eyes opened and he immediately made eye contact with me.
"Come here." He demanded, and I walked over to him, still fiddling with my hair. He grabbed the towel from my hands and threw it on the floor before pulling me by my waist. My body pressed up against his as I sat on his lap. I could feel his dick harden beneath me and I could feel my underwear dampen. His hands traveled down my body, and settled on my thighs. He always had to be touching my thighs.
"What are you doing?" I asked, licking my lips, and looking down at him.
"Admiring." His hands ran up from my thighs, over my boobs causing me to let out a hard breath. I pushed my body down, and he grunted.
"Don't do that." He said, and I could see the lust within his eyes. I did it again, tilting my head to the side as I smiled sheepishly. His eyes pinched shut and his hands grabbed my waist.
"Don't look at me like that then." I said, placing my hands on his chest to steady myself. I trailed my fingers down his chest, tracing random tattoos as they appeared in my vision.
"Look at you, how?" He questioned, his voice dropping low. I felt my pussy throb, and there was nothing I wanted more than to let Midas Rosso fuck me.
"Like you're going to devour me." I whispered, as his hands traveled underneath my tank top.
His fingers gripped my skin, pulling me close and kissing me. I tangled my hands within his hair, pulling at it to deepen the kiss. His tongue slipped in, traveling and explore my mouth like how I did to his many nights ago. His hands traveled down my body, as mine did to his. I played with the waistband of his pants before slipping my hand underneath his sweatpants but not his boxers.
He groaned, causing me to bite his lip as I pulled away from the kiss. His hands wrapped about the bottom of my shirt, pulling it over my head. His eyes darted around as he stared at my chest. I had millions of scars, and I tried to get tattoos to cover them all. His eyes darkened as he stared at the tattoos before he noticed the scars. His body tensed and I sighed.
"Who did this to you?" He growled, his hands traveling my stomach and chest. My nipples hardened in my bra, and I watched his gaze on me as he watched me.
"My mother." I said, widening my eyes at the slip up.
"My foster mother." I quickly said, pinching my eyes shut up and letting my body rub against his as I brought my face down to his again.
His lips crashed against mine again. His hands pulled at the fabric of my sweatpants. I lifted my body, not breaking the kiss. He pulled them down my legs, throwing them on the floor with my shirt. His hand gripped my ass causing me to moan into the kiss. I pulled at the waistband of his sweats before he lifted up his body with me on his lap. He pulled them down before lifting me up and pushing them down all of the way. My tongue danced with his, and our hands roamed each other's bodies like we were addicts searching for drugs.
"Do you wanna do this?" He asked, and I nodded quickly, wanting his lips back on mine. My body was on fire.
"Words, baby." He said, bringing his hand up and unclipping my bra.
"Yes." I said, pulling my arms out and throwing it on the floor with the rest of our clothes. His hand reached down, pushing my underwear to the side. His finger trailed down my wet pussy.
"Your so wet for me, baby." He pulled his finger away and I whimpered at the missing touch. He lifted me up, laying me on my back before he came over top of me. His fingers looped in my underwear, pulling them down, looking at me, making sure I was okay.
"Cazzo." He gritted, as he stared at my body.
(Fuck.)
"If I have you once, I don't think I'll be able to ever let you go ever again." He said, his fingers trailing down my body before he circled my clit. I moaned in response, before his fingers went down and pushed inside of me. He pumped them in and out slowly, causing me to become a moaning mess. I wasn't a virgin, but the only people who ever put their hands down there was me. I only let people fuck me, not touch me. There was a major difference in passion and intimacy.
Touching someone is something you did with a lover, not a one night stand. It was way too intimate in my opinion, but here I was, letting him touch me like he loved me. He pulled my body towards the edge of his bed. His fingers went back inside of me, quickly and sharp as I watched him drop to his knees. My body shook with anticipation. I've never let a man do this.
"You look so surprised." He chuckled, softly pressing kisses to my thighs.
"I've never had a man give me..." I trailed off, turning my face away in embarrassment.
"Those weren't men then, sweetheart." His tongue darted out, as his fingers worked me. His tongue focused around my clit while his fingers pumped in and out of me. I moaned, reaching my hand down and pulling his hair. I moaned, over and over again as he sucked on my clit. I could feel the familiar burn and tighten in my stomach.
"Midas." I panted, pulled at his hair, moaning again. He grunted, his pace quickening.
"Midas, please, I'm close." I begged, and he kept working me like he owned me. His fingers pumped and curled, his tongue pressed flat down against my clit, which was enough to throw me over the edge. I grabbed his hair holding him in that exact spot as my body shook. My thighs tightened around his head, forcing him to stay in place. I felt my body release, my stomach filled with the euphoric feeling that I wasn't used to someone else making me feel. I came, all over his mouth and fingers. He pulled away, once I loosened my thighs. I let out a deep breath, watching as my stomach rose and fell quickly. His golden brown eyes connected with mine and I saw the emotions swarming them.
"On your stomach." He said, grabbing me by my waist and flipping me over.
"Fuck me." I heard him mumble. His hand trailed down my tattoo and I felt my body tighten. I turned to look at him, his hands opening a condom before he rolled it down onto his dick. I felt my mouth water at the sight.
"Do you know how long I've been thinking of doing this since I saw that tattoo on your back?" I whimpered, his fingers trailing down my pussy again.
"Please, Midas." His eyes darkened and I felt his tip align with the entrance of my pussy. I tensed in anticipation. I looked ahead, his hand coming up and pulling my hair as he slipped his dick inside of me. I moaned loudly from the sharp pain. He stopped for a second, letting himself adjust before slowly pumping in and out of me. I moaned as he pulled my hair causing my back to arch.
"Did you get this tattoo so another man could fuck you like how I am?" He seethed, almost angry that I had the tattoo.
"No man has been able to since I got it-" I spoke quickly before feeling a smack against my ass. I moaned, throwing my head back as I felt my legs tighten.
"And no man ever fucking will. Understood?" I moaned, before feeling his smack my ass again.
"I said, understood?" He asked, more demandingly.
"Understood!" I quickly yelled, as he thrusted into me harder. I moaned as he explored places nobody else ever has. He touched me in places nobody else has. Midas's touch was setting me on fire, and I didn't know if I was going to crash and burn or flourish.
"Fuck, baby." He groaned, before I turned my head back to look at him. He thrusted into me, one hand on my hair, the other gripping my ass. I moaned after hearing him groan, it turned me on even more.
"I'm close." I said, and I watched as he opened his eyes. I turned my head forward and arched my back more as he went deeper and harder. Faster, stronger.
"Midas!" I moaned and he sped up.
"Cum with me, baby." With his one thrust, so deep I felt my stomach burn, I felt like I had to pee. I felt my walls clench around him causing him to groan. I felt my stomach turn and tighten before my legs shook. I came hard, and I felt his grip tighten on my hair.
"Shit." He grunted, pulling his dick out. I turned to face him, his cum filling the condom. He stood in front of me, and I stared at him in awe. His body was perfect. He looked like a Greek god. I looked down at the ring that was set on my middle finger on my left hand, his name written across it. He had his name on almost everything that he owned and didn't want anyone to touch, and I just so happened to become one of those things.