Everett ran to his room the minute we got home. Vincenzo lifted me and carried me into the house, and up to my room, he set me on to my bed, and I was humiliated remembering the scene from earlier.
"I can't believe I almost had a bullet in me," I said, looking at where the bullet gazed me. It was only because I was still high on adrenaline from what happened earlier.
"You should've stayed in the car." He said calmly.
I couldn't help but be a little hurt that he didn't seem all that much concerned about the wound.
"thank you," I said, he says nothing.
"for today. If you weren't there, me and Everett's kidney would've been on the black market somewhere."
"hearts are more valuable," he said, there was a dullness in his eyes and his voice that wasn't there before.
"that's unsettling," I said awkwardly. He hums,
"not for the buyer or seller." He said before walking towards my dress dresser. Pulling drawer after drawer.
"what're you looking for?" I asked.
He pulls up pink panties to his face.
"pretty," he said, and my whole body burned.
"Should I send nadia the link?" I said, and he turns to me, a small smile on his face.
"jealousy finally kicking in?"
"I'm not jealous. She seems like a nutjob. She's befitting." I said attitude all too obvious in my tone.
His eyes narrowed at me as if he was warning me, but he says nothing. Going back to what he was looking for. Thankfully I've always been super organized and didn't have to worry about embarrassment from my privacy being invaded the way it was.
"You think I'm as unbalanced mentally?" he says, suddenly taking my attention away from his back.
"hmm?" I asked, not quite catching his words.
" you said Nadia and I belong together because she's a 'nutjob,'" he said back still facing me.
"I didn't mean it as like an insult. I mean, you saved us out there, and if the girl chooses to report it, then you would've saved even more people." I said, wondering why he was asking such a question.
"I never asked how you meant it," he said, and I was getting even more confused.
He pulls out a first aid box from the bottom drawer.
I was shocked to see it. Vienna's mother had given it to me so long ago, and I'd tucked it away. I only retrieved it whenever I had cheerleading injuries in the past.
"how'd you know-"
He says nothing as he walks towards me. Long thick fingers around the box.
"I don't think you're crazy-"
He unties my sneakers on my injured foot.
"I'm sorry." I said quietly, suddenly feeling guilty. "you have nothing to apologize for."
"I missed you, and you showed up with her. I was childish. I'm sorry."
"must I always repeat myself with you? " he said gently, lifting my injured leg over to his lap.
"no. I'm sorry."
We sat there in silence; he began cleaning around the wound first.
I couldn't help but admire how handsome he was.
He placed a small cotton swap over the open cut, and I winced jerking my leg out of his hand and, in the process hurting myself more.
"what do you mean when you say you're hungry? you ate that night too." I told remembering our late night at Wendy's.
"I need to eat in large quantities after a kill to suppress the need to kill again. This job isn't as satisfying as my old job. Before I could kill anyway I wanted, now I can only use the guns assigned to me." Vincenzo said, looking at his hands.
"So you want to kill someone else now?" I asked watching his lips move as he spoke.
"It's an addiction, it's easy for me to think one hit is enough." Vincenzo said. "it's never enough"
I'd watch enough murder documentaries to take him seriously. It's never just one kill.
"I can make you something, you don't have to go to the hotel." I said, remember the king crab legs in the fridge. I don't even know if he likes seafood. I didn't know a lot about him.
"the hotel isn't for food." he said removing my leg from his lap and my heart wrenches.
He straightens up and heads to the door.
"Stay with me." I pleaded.
He leans his back against the door, taking a deep breath.
"It smells like you in here." He says mindlessly, I chuckled a little confused.
"Yeah, this is where all the magic happens." I said awkwardly.
"I can't stay." He said after a while.
"Please?" I tried once more.
"Don't go to her." I said quietly.
He walked towards me, took my face in his large hand and planted a gentle kiss on my lips, he pulls back.
"You're so stubborn and disobedient." He said moving his hand to my jaw. I couldn't get my eyes away from his.
"But I can't stop thinking about you." Vincenzo said lowly and I couldn't wait any longer for another taste of him.
I planted my lips on his, and he immediately took charge, I wrapped my hands around his neck, losing myself to the smooth soft texture of his lips. The brush of his tongues against my own. His hands that moved to my waist tightening as if he was trying to ensure that I couldn't escape him.
His teeth tugged on my lips and I felt myself getting shy at how intense it all was.
I pulled back, struggling to kneel on my injured leg.
His hands move from my waist to my ass, they lingered there, as if he was waiting for a sign that it was okay. I placed my lips on him again, it was enough of a sign for him to cup my ass, he lifted me up and placed me on his lap. He was intoxicating, finally having him in my arms felt like everything was finally falling into place.
"you're so fucking pretty," he said voice below a whisper.
"So are you." I said awkwardly, he laughs and it makes my stomach flutter with butterflies.
He pulls me farther up his lap until his front and my front was pressed against each other. He's hard and huge, straining against his jeans.
"Can I take off your pants?" He asked, and I nodded hesitantly, unsure if I wanted to go along with the direction this was going in.
He moved quickly in unbuttoning my pants and pulling them to my knees before using the other hand to lift me up until my boobs were pretty much at eye level with his, before pulling them completely off.
He was much slowly, much more cautious with every touch, more than I expected him to be.
I thought he'd be rough and domineering but he's gentle, asking for permission before going too far.
He moves his hands to my hips and tugs at my under wear, waiting for permission. I stood up sliding them off before getting back on his lap.
He lifts my shirt up and off, mouthing at the sensitive skin between my breast.
I shivered, unclamping my bra and pulling it off.
He brings his long thick fingers to my hips.
"Look so fucking pretty baby." He said, voice so dark and irresistible.
I gasped at his words, searching for his lips once more. He meets me in a breathtaking kiss.
"You're soaking." He said and I pull away from the kiss hiding in his shoulder out of embarrassment.
"Don't be embarrassed." He prompts but it's too late. I'm already shaking with anxiety. I grabbed the back of his shirt, holding tightly.
"Hey- you have no idea how much I want to fuck you into this bed right now." He said trying to comfort me. He places a hand on my jaw and turns me to face him. His lips meet my nose and it's cute and heart warming.
"I want you, want you more than I've ever wanted anyone." He says, fingers trailing down my back.
I moaned as he lifts his leg, lifting his heels, keeping his toes planted. The feeling of his pants against my heat drives me crazy. He grinds me into his thighs again and again, I grip his shoulders and place my mouth on his neck. Struggling to be quiet at the friction.
"You're mine aren't you?," he says but his words sound so distance up against all the pleasure coursing through me.
He takes his hands off my hips and my numbing mind starts to clear up.
"Yours, I'm y-yours." I said breathlessly, I expected him to go back to moving my hips against his thigh but he doesn't.
I move my other arm from around his shoulder and place it around the other side of his neck.
I tilt his jaw to look at me, he has a challenging look on his face, he's daring me to prove myself worthy of his possession.
I slowly sat up from his thigh before sitting back gently at first, the movement is enough to make me want to bury my face in his neck again. He chuckles; I rode his thigh, finding solace from the embarrassment of being in such a perverted situation by hiding my face in his neck.
He wraps a hand around my neck and pulls me away from his neck, forcing our eyes to meet. I could barely see him, eyes hazy and heavy from pleasure.
"Having fun?" He was mocking me, I felt my stomach burn even more in embarrassment.
I tried to hide, stilling my hips.
His other hand grips my lips and pulls me so close to him that I melted from the heat radiating from him.
"I didn't say you could stop kitten."
His voice drives me to my edge but the feeling of him raising his leg a little higher and using his other arm to control the movement of my hips against him.
The hand on my neck moved to my shoulder holding me close against his hard body. All I did was moan.
It didn't take long after that for me to come, falling limp against him as he runs a hand up and down the naps of my neck. His lips planted against my cheek, literally them with kisses while my eyes flutter close, trying to calm down.
He kissed my eye lids and my forehead before placing his head on my own.
I pulled away after a while to nuzzle against his neck, wanting nothing more than to be held.
It only dons on me after a couple of minutes that he didn't have a release.
"I'm so-"
I said crawling out of his lap.
"You didn't get to um-" I said stopping myself, head feeling completely empty and eyes heavy.
"Don't worry about it." He said getting up from where he sat on the bed.
"Get some sleep."
"Don't leave." I said quietly still feeling a little dazed.
"I'm not ready for you to go." I said suddenly, a part of myself wanted to take it back. Wanted to get a better hold of myself.
Last time I exposed myself sexually with someone. I woke up alone and filled with regret.
"I understand." He said with an almost practiced tone of voice.
"But your father will be here soon, I don't think he'll want to meet me like this." He says gesturing to the protruding hard on in his pant.
"I'm sorry I didn't mean to lead you on without helpin-
"I told you to stop apologizing." He said, "it's just an erection, it's not fetal if left unattended."
I brought my knee up to my chest, suddenly
"I'll call you." He says, voice so confident it almost seems like an obvious lie.
"Okay... thanks." I said awkwardly looking away. "I mean thanks for earlier and after that"
"Goodnight." He said carelessly waving over his shoulders.
The moment he shuts the door, I plop down on my back and bring my hand down to my forehead.
It took all my will power to get up and take a shower with the sinking feeling that I'd ruined everything, stalking my every move.
I heard Everett's mother enter the house as I laid quietly in my bed. i stood up so fast that I almost fell back down. I walk with an aching foot downstairs to get rid of the note i left in case we died or were trafficked.
"Sara." She acknowledged my presence. I shot her a small smile. My way of being polite. She wasn't at fault, my dad was the apathetic liar.
"What happened to your leg?" She asked and I shrugged.
"Fell during practice, scraped it." I said, searching for the note.
"Oh okay." She said before Everett came rushing down the stairs with teary eyes and a tear stained face. He was wearing a black over sized hoodie and he'd scrunched it up so only his nose and eyes were visible.
He grabbed his mom tight, surprising even her.
He sobbed quietly into her blouse.
"What happened honey?" Concern soaked her voice.
Everett says nothing, just cries.
She looks at me, as if I was to be blamed for his outburst of tears.
I felt so uncomfortable that I decided to forget all about the letter, walking up the stairs with the support of its railings.
I waited all night for Vincenzo to call and eventual fell asleep with a heavy heart when he didn't.