Chapter 3
Chapter Three
H oly shit…
Connor’s tongue pushes into my opening. He can’t seriously be licking me down there right now. I mean, this can’t be normal. I’m bleeding. I should stop him. But I can’t bring myself to do it. Because, for the first time in my life, I’m feeling… something.
My stomach tightens, and tingles run right through me. What the hell is happening? I can’t stop it. Whatever train wreck he’s doing to my body, I’m steamrolling towards it.
“Fuck, I knew you’d taste good,” he growls into my pussy; then his tongue flattens against my clit.
“Connor,” I moan. I didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of calling out his name, but it just slipped out. “I…”
“I know. Let it happen,” he tells me before he goes back to sucking on my clit.
“Fuck!” I scream as my entire body tenses up, pleasure assaulting my every nerve ending. Did I just…? Was that…? “What was that?” I ask aloud without realizing it.
Connor kisses his way back up to my mouth. “That was an orgasm. You never had one of those before?”
I shake my head. I honestly never thought I would.
“Not even by yourself? You know, when you’re alone in your room, thinking about hot Irishmen?”
“I’ve never thought about hot Irishmen.” I laugh. “And, no, never.” And not for a lack of trying. Believe me… I’ve spent hours trying to pleasure myself. It just never worked.
“Are you okay? You wanna keep going?” Connor asks.
I blink up at him. He’s so sincere. “Yes.” I don’t want to stop. I want more.
“Let me know if it hurts too much,” he says, sinking his cock inside me.
There’s a twinge of pain, but it’s not bad. “I’m good with pain,” I tell him.
“I have no doubt.” Connor chuckles and starts to gently rock against me.
“You said you were going to fuck me. This does not feel like fucking,” I remind him.
“That was before I knew you were a virgin,” he says.
“Connor, I don’t want gentle. I don’t want you to hold back. Show me what you got.”
“Okay, remember that when you’re walking with a limp tomorrow.” He shifts onto his knees, scooping underneath my legs before he hikes them up and pushes them into my stomach. Then he starts to move. And I mean really move.
I asked for this. This is exactly what I asked for, and I don’t regret it.
That feeling starts building in the bottom of my stomach again. With each thrust, Connor hits something that ignites a fire inside me. And when his thumb presses against my clit, while he continues to fuck me… well, that’s just like adding gasoline to the mix.
If I knew sex felt this good, I would have tried it ages ago. Then again, my body has never reacted to anyone like this before. At least now I know I’m not completely broken.
It’d be weird if I took a picture of a guy while he sleeps. I know that. But fuck it. I don’t care. I want something to remember this moment.
Picking up my phone, I snap a photo of Connor.
His hair covers his eyes. My fingers itched to push it back out of his face.
I don’t do that, though. I need to make a clean escape.
I knew what this was when it started. I don’t need or want it to be anything more.
He promised to make me scream his name. He promised to wake me up and he delivered on both.
I scoop my shoes off the floor and open the door, flinching when it squeaks. I look back over a shoulder. Thankfully, Connor hasn’t moved.
I make it out of the house without anyone seeing me. They’re all passed out cold and in various stages of undress. I never understood the appeal before, didn’t understand why people were so quick to jump into bed with each other.
I get it now. I wonder if something’s been unlocked, if I’ll feel those tingly things for other guys or girls. I’m not picky.
Once I’m outside the gates, I call an Uber. I can’t go home looking like this, at this hour of the morning. I really don’t need to deal with my dad and brother going apeshit at the thought of me actually having sex.
I had sex. I smile at the thought. It was good. Connor, as depraved as he is, was good. My cheeks heat up at the memory of what he did to my body, at the way I reacted to his touch.
Thirty minutes later, I’m sneaking through the back door of my aunt and uncle’s place.
My cousin Mabilia is the only one I trust to lie for me and say I was here all night.
And sneaking into this house is no easy feat.
My uncle is the Pakhan of the Russian Bratva.
Which means this place is like Fort Knox.
I didn’t exactly sneak onto the estate. I walked through the gates. The guards didn’t even look twice at me. It’s not the first time I’ve crept into Mabilia’s room. I am, however, sneaking through the house, because I do not want to have to explain to my aunt or uncle why I’m here.
I make it into Mabilia’s room. It’s dark, not an ounce of light. “Fuck.” I curse under my breath when I trip over something on the floor.
A lamp flicks on, and my cousin glares at me from her bed. “What the fuck, Aurora?”
“Shhh.” I make my way over and jump under the covers. “Go back to sleep, and if anyone asks, I was here all night,” I tell her.
“Sure. But first, where were you really and why do you smell like sex?” Mabilia asks.
“How do you know what sex smells like?” I counter.
“I just do. Go and shower before you stink up my sheets. For all I know, my papa has dogs specifically trained to sniff out sex and probably has them run through my room every day.” She sighs.
“Actually, I bet he does.” I wouldn’t put it past my Zio Mikhail. He is crazy protective of his daughter. Then again, all of our fathers are. “I’m borrowing some pajamas,” I tell her.
“Fine. After you shower,” Mabilia grumbles and rolls over.
“Aurora, I didn’t know you were here,” my Zia Izzy says when I plonk myself down at the table the following morning. I’m starving, and they make good breakfast. It’s a mixture of Russian and Italian foods.
“I stayed over in Mabilia’s room.” I smile. The lie easily slips from my tongue.
“What are you girls getting up to today?” my aunt asks.
“I have to go home. Enzo is taking me sh—ah, shopping,” I tell her, quickly covering up another lie. My brothers have been taking me shooting for years. Secretly, of course. Everyone else in my family seems to be hung up on making sure I don’t have guns.
“Your brother is taking you shopping?” Zia Izzy laughs. “Why? What are you holding over his head?”
“Well, if I told you that, I wouldn’t have that carrot to dangle, now would I?” I don’t have anything. But if I did, I wouldn’t be telling anyone.
“Right.” My aunt shakes her head.
“Thanks for breakfast. My car’s here.” I get up and kiss my uncle’s cheek.
“Oh, Aurora,” my aunt calls out before I get too far.
“Yeah?”
“Next time you want to sneak into the house, try using a little more stealth. You were loud,” she says.
“Got it. I’ll keep that in mind,” I tell her.
“You’re off your game, princess.” Enzo laughs as I fire another round.
I glare at my brother over a shoulder. He’s not wrong. I am off my game. “At least I have game,” I tell him. “When was the last time you even had a date? And taking mom out to lunch doesn’t count.” I turn back towards the target and fire. Hitting it center mass.
Enzo steps up behind me and snatches the pistol from my hand. “What do you mean you have game, Aurora?” he grunts.
“Exactly what I said.” I turn on my brother and smirk, tilting my head to look up at him because all the men in my family are impossibly fucking tall.
Enzo glares down at me. “Take it back. Right now. Take it the fuck back, Aurora. You are not dating. You do not have a game of any kind,” he says.
“Who died and made you my father? Because last I checked, Papa was very much still breathing. Now, if we’re done here, I’m going home.” I shove at my brother’s chest. The bastard doesn’t move. Not an inch.
“Sure, let’s go home. Let’s see what Pops has to say about his little princess dating.” Enzo wraps an arm around my shoulder.
My elbow connects with his ribs, which has him dropping his hand.
Twenty minutes later, we’re walking into our house and Enzo is calling out, “Pops, you here?”
“What the hell are you yelling about now?” Our father comes out of the living room.
“Got a question for you. What do you think about Aurora dating?” Enzo asks.
My father looks at me. “I don’t think about it, because it’s not happening. Right, princess?” he says, almost pleadingly.
“Of course not, Papa. Why would I date? Boys are idiots,” I tell him, walking up and kissing his cheek.
“That’s what I thought.” He smiles at me.
“She told me she had game, Pops,” Enzo insists.
“And you shouldn’t be narcing on your sister. Where’s your loyalty?” Papa scolds.
“My loyalty flew out the window when keeping her hymen intact became priority,” Enzo retorts.
“First, never mention your sister’s hymen to me again. And second, it is intact.” Papa points at Enzo.
“Well… it’s not actually. But that doesn’t mean I’m dating either. So you can both relax. I’m going to my room. I need to get ready for school tomorrow.”
“Don’t move another step.” My father’s voice drops into that don’t fuck with me tone. It’s the same one he uses in the courtroom. “Savvy, 9-1-1! Now!” he calls out to my mother.
“What?” Mom comes down the stairs.
“Repeat what you just said, Aurora.” Papa gestures a hand to me. He’s not making eye contact.
“They’re overreacting, because I told them my hymen wasn’t intact. But I’m not dating. So we’re good,” I tell my mom.
Her eyes go wide. “Oh my gosh, Aurora, you were supposed to come to me. We had a deal.”
“I wasn’t able to come to you yet, because these Neanderthals can’t accept that I’m grown.”
“Little girl, you are far from grown,” Papa says. “Tell her, Savvy. Tell her to take it back.”
“Matteo, calm down. Need I remind you we were both two years younger than she is now when you… you know… with me…” Mom laughs.
“Ew, gross,” Enzo and I groan at the same time.
“We were best friends, and it was different,” Papa says.
“Not different. Now, Aurora, you and me, upstairs. You two find someone else to bother.” Mom aims a glare at my father and brother.
“Wait… What do you mean you’re not dating anyone? Who the fuck are you sleeping with if you’re not dating anyone?” Enzo asks.
“None of your business. And it’s not like you date all the girls you sleep with.”
“That’s different,” my brother growls.
“No, it’s not. Get with the times. Women have desires too.” I smirk as my brother and father share a disgusted look.
“Enzo, get the shovels. We’ve got a boy to find and a body to bury,” Papa grunts as he storms off down the hall.
I shake my head. They’re never going to find him. No one saw us together. And honestly, I’ve never even seen Connor around before. He must go to a different school, because I for sure would have noticed him if he went to New York Prep.