Chapter 30
I fall off of his naked body, landing on my back beside him, panting heavily.
My chest heaves up and down as I breath hastily after coming down from another mind blowing orgasm, but I'm sure he can't see it inside my darkly lit room.
That would be so embarrassing! He would think of me as an eighty year old lady with bad stamina instead of a read head, eighteen year old.
I shake of my weird thoughts. This always happens after angry sex with him.
"Stai bene, bella?" His attractively, raspy voice whispers as he pulls me into his side with his muscled arm.
(You okay, beautiful?)
I give him a curt nod and look up at my white ceiling. Another fight. Another disagreement. Another day that I know I'll cry myself to sleep, because I know that the previous argument isn't over. I feel it inside me, my body is still full of tension.
So is the atmosphere around us.
We both hoped that everything would be over if he fucked me, consumed by rage and passion. But we both knew that it wouldn't be over so easily.
The feelings I feel when he's away from me, when he's with me, aren't feelings I should feel for my fuck body.
We got together once. That didn't last long. I caught some girl kissing him.
He wasn't kissing her back. I knew that. I was there, but the argue to start a fight didn't leave my body.
That night we broke up. And I couldn't look into the eyes of my best friend for days.
I felt guilty. I felt sad. But when we had sex some days after, I was fine again.
Until he told me that I couldn't be more than just a fuck.
Actually, we still fuck. On regular basis, so I couldn't be more than several fucks.
Yup. That's the right way to describe it.
Friends. Lovers. Strangers. Lovers and fuck buddies. That has been the cycle of the relationship we've had. Still have.
"I want you to understand why you can't come." He whispers, trailing his finger down the side of my arm.
"I can't," I respond back quietly and turn my head to the side as I watch his face.
Straight nose, slightly stubbled jaw. Big eyes, identical to Avery's. Perfectly shaped eyebrows, pink, plump lips, high cheekbones.
"This is not a game Summer. It's the mafia.
I can't have you by my side at the ball.
" His voice is harsh as he stands up from the bed, pulling his black boxers on quickly.
I steady myself on my elbows and look at him with my mouth agape.
No my mouth is not agape because of the rippling muscles, his body is built of.
"Well, that's all you've said since this morning, at least explain to me why!" I exclaim from my half sitting-half laying position on the bed, the covers tightly wrapped around my bare body, shielding it from his view.
"You want me to explain to you? Fine! I'm a grown up criminal and you're some immature girl I'm fucking!
There is no reason for me to have you by my side!
You're not going with us to the god damn ball and that's fucking final!
So stop bugging me about it. I might've given it a thought if you were important to me.
" He mumbles the last part and grabs his leather shoes from the side of the door before walking out of my bedroom, slamming my door loudly behind him.
If you were important to me. His words keep playing in my head over and over as I stare out of my bay window. The dark sky and bright moon keeping me company as I lay alone in the bed that once held his warmth.
How am I going to look into Avery's eyes after this?
I'm hurting and I know that she's the only one that can make me feel better.
Her and Ethan, but I can't tell him about whatever's going on with him either.
It'll just put him in the middle of everything and Avery won't feel betrayed just by me, but Ethan too.
If she finds out, because I'm a too big of a coward to tell her myself.
The chilly wind blows my loose hair as I walk up the concrete driveway leading to my family home.
Zach walks a few steps behind me, a long, black suit bag hanging over his left shoulder.
My little brother is apparently allowed to go to the ball, with the shitty-in my opinion-excuse, that he's turning eighteen in a couple of months' time.
Unlocking my front door, I turn and wave at Danny as I see him leave, his shift now being over. He nods with a smile and gets into his sleek, black SUV.
Zach nudges me making my attention to him.
With his mouth agape he stares at the open front door.
"Wha-" I stop in the middle of my sentence as I watch the two long girls exciting the house.
Their bright red and pink lipsticks are a little smudged on their unnaturally pouty lips and their hair is a tangled mess.
The barely there clothing the unknown females wear, doesn't leave much to the imagination, even if it's December.
Their appearance gives away the assumption that whatever they were doing in our house, wasn't something appropriate and definitely not PG-13.
"Hi," the blonde one giggles, waving a manicured hand at Zach. I scrunch my face in disgust.
"He's not even legal," I scoff my thoughts out loud, earning a glare from her brunette friend.
"Well, he's hot so..." she trails off in a sneer. Two bodyguards approach and grip the girls' arms. Without a word uttered, they lead the two ladies out away and out of the property.
"What the hell was that!?" Zach exclaims loudly as we make our way into the house. He slams the door behind him, making the sound echo through the unfurnished foyer.
"I really don't know, " I mumble with a shake of my head just as Hunter makes his way to us. An emotionless look on his normally smiling face. Isn't he supposed to be working?
"You saw that, didn't you?" He asks, his eyes narrowing as if he's dreading for our response, he well knows about.
We both nod, slowly. He slaps a hand over his eyes and groans, mumbling Italian on his out of the foyer.
"Wait!" I call.
He stops, and turns half of his body towards me, "cosa?"
(what?)
"Is Xav home? I need to tell him to cancel the designer he booked for tomorrow, I already have a dress." A dress your best friend paid for. A dress I got in Italy. I think of the details he definitely doesn't need to know.
"I'll tell him. Don't go near his office," he walks away again, mumbling something among the lines of, 'you'll catch some disease if you do." I shake my head.
"Aren't you guys supposed to be at work?" Zach yells as we walk towards the game room. "Later!" Hunter's muffled reply is heard as we walk downstairs.
I slide the door open to find the rest of my siblings playing some game on the TV, all of them shirtless and too engrossed in their game to acknowledge us.
Taking a seat on the bean bag at the far corner, I send a quick text to Aiden and slump back with a sigh. I haven't seen him for a few days and I miss him. Very, very much.
Since we came back from Italy, a week and a half ago, I've seen him two times, because of all the work he's been so caught up on getting done. Apparently it wasn't a good idea to get vacation for a weekend.
The first time I saw him since we came back, was on thanksgiving dinner, where all of my brothers were present at. The second time we were together was a couple of days ago. The bruises on my chest are proof of what we were in the middle of doing before we got interrupted by a call he had to take.
That left me sexually frustrated up until this day. The day before the ball, the day before the first weekend of December.
My phone lights up with a message, making a smile appear on my face and my heart make somersaults inside my chest, when I pick it up and see his name displayed across my screen.
I miss you.
.......
"Perfect, do you need help with putting the dress on?" The stylist my brother hired for my hair and makeup-Ana-asks, with a bright smile on her face as she looks down at me.
"No, thank you I'll manage myself," I smile back making her nod. The blonde, slim woman dressed in a grey dress, pulls her curl wand and makeup brushes away before handing me a mirror to look myself on.
My hair is falling down my back and chest in large waves, looking shiny and voluminous, yet simple and elegant enough, without adding me years of age.
The makeup is equally as beautiful, with a natural eyeshadow, a few shades darker than my skin colour, adoring the crease of my eyes.
A perfectly winged and sharped eyeliner sits on my lid and the fake eyelashes, Ana, convinced me on putting on, fill my real ones out, but give a natural and simple yet formal look to my eyes.
The rest of my face is covered in a thin layer of concealer, as I requested, with a perfectly natural contour and highlight on my cheeks, nose and jawline.
"Thank you so much, I love it, " I smile widely at her. "I'm so glad you do! Now go put the dress on I need to see the final result." She pulls me off my chair and hands me the garment bag that holds my black gown and high heels.
I walk into my bathroom and slip the heavy dress on. The V-neck is deep but not loose enough to show much of my cleavage, just a few inches of the curve of my breast, which in all honesty gives me a feel of security. Who knows how many perverts will be there? Summer's words play on my mind.
It's sad that she couldn't come. Apparently she isn't and doesn't need to be as involved in the mafia as I am.
With a little bit of struggle, I take small, steady steps out. The heels Rose chose for me are black stilettos, that match my dress. The sole of the shoe though, is a shiny silver, that I absolutely love.
It matches the silver chain of my necklace. The one with Aiden's name engraved on the back of the A.
"Oh my god! You look like a princess!" Ana almost squeals enthusiastically. Taking my one hand in hers, she spins me around and nods in approval once I stand in front of her.
"Oh and someone came up here when you were changing and told me that a princess needs earrings." She hands me a small black box, a knowing smile on her dark red lips.
I blush and take it from her. "He had tattoos, didn't he?"
"Ohh, he had, your boyfriend I assume?" A lopsided smile from a on her lips as she asks.
I nod before meeting her brown eyes, "my boyfriend."
.....
I haven't seen my girl for days. I need her. Mentally and physically. She's like a drug. She gave me the first dose of her personality and got me to want more, she gave me the first dose of her body and got me addicted.
And like the addiction she is, I don't want it to stop. Ever. She has me fucking possessed. And I wouldn't fucking have it any other way.
She's my life. That much I know. There is no me without her.
"Avery! We need to go!" Tristan shouts from beside me as we lean against the left side of the staircase rail with the others as we wait for my girl to come downstairs.
I feel excited to see her. I still haven't seen the dress she chose. She wouldn't show me. No matter how much I begged. I never fucking beg. Fuck, the way she's changed me in just three months time is insane.
"She said she'll be downstairs soon, she's just putting her earrings on." The blonde stylist I gave the black box of jewellery to walks downstairs, with all of her makeup and hair equipment in hand.
"I'll lead a beautiful lady like you outside, " Tristan flirts with the woman, who's at least ten years older than him. She gives him a warm smile and nods after Xavier pays her a couple of hundred bills. "I would appreciate that."
The two of them walk outside, once the door is closed behind them, Zach bursts out laughing from behind me. His head a few inches above mine as he stands on the steps.
The three of us turn our attention to his bent over figure, "h-he thinks she'll sleep with him!?" He says in between laughter but gets silent as soon as the sound of heels clinking against marble is heard.
All of our heads snap towards the staircase. Ry takes small, steady steps, her head bent as she looks at her feet. My heart is suddenly racing.
Fuck me.
My eyes settle on the small amount of cleavage she's showing. I'm fucking thankful that the cut isn't wider. The only thing showing is an inch of the side of her breast, but that's fucking enough to make someone hard. Everyone will look at her.
I fucking know that all the perverts at the ball will try to get a better view of her chest and I'm not fucking having that.
Everything on her is fucking mine. Mine to look and mine to touch.
She is fucking mine. Body and fucking soul.
It's mine. And I'll be fucking damned if I let anyone come near her tonight. Male or female.
"No, no, no." Hunter shakes his head, leaning it against the palm of his hand, eyes closed. Xavier's eyes narrow as they glare into Avery's and mine narrow as they run up and down her gown clad body.
"Do you at least have a jacket?" Zach whines from behind me, face palming right after.
"You don't like my dress?" She asks quietly, the sadness in her eyes noticeable. Her eyes meet mine before they look down at the black tulle. My heart tightens.
"The dress is beautiful, sweetheart." Hunter whispers, slipping his hands in the pockets of his dark green suit.
"That's the problem, Avery." Xavier speaks up, from my side, his arms crossed. That's the fucking problem indeed.
I can only clench my jaw as I see her walking down the rest of the steps. The short slit on her left leg, widens, revealing her bare skin.
I want to fuck her.
"Well, I don't have another dress, and since you think that this one is beautiful and since you'll all be there with me, we're fine. I will wear this one and have you to protect me if someone comes up to me." She shrugs and makes her way over, linking arms with Hunter.
"Woah..." Tristan trails of as he closes the front door behind him. He then points at Avery and looks at the rest of us, "you're letting her go to the ball like this?"
"Do we have any other choice?" Xavier glares at him, he too linking his arm with Avery's free one.
"Don't you have dates?" My girl looks between her brothers.
"There are guards outside." They both tell simultaneously as the three of them begin walking.
"We have escorts we're meeting there though!" Zach yells.
I tilt my head and look at him with a bored expression. "They do. We don't." I deadpan. Rolling his eyes, he walks downstairs and we exit the house, Tristan beside us.
......
My hand keeps brushing against her soft one as we walk through the mansion's massive hall. Her sweet, familiar scent invading my senses.
Avery's brothers and their paid dates walk a few feet in front of us. As if feeling my eyes on her, she turns her head and gives me a small smile before reaching on her tiptoes and kissing my cheek. Fuck her lips. I've been waiting to feel those all night.
Tired of all the distance between us, I make the bold move to wrap my arm around her waist, her much smaller body now leaning into my side securely. "You're tall," she giggles, the melodic sound makes me smile.
It's true. Even though she's wearing heels, I still tower over her.
"And you're beautiful," I press a quick kiss on her temple before continuing, "leave my side once and there will be consequences." I give her ass a quick squeeze, getting my message across.
"Can't I face those consequences without leaving your side?" Ry whispers, my eyes drift to her lower lip that's pulled between her teeth, before locking with hers once more.
"I don't think you're ready for what I have in mind, baby." I whisper back and look around once more before cupping the side of her neck and turning her head to mine, connecting our lips.
"You don't know that," she murmurs against me as she pulls away from our small kiss.
I try to hide my surprise at her words.
"I missed you," I tell her honestly, changing the subject and hopefully calming my pulsating dick. Avery smirks a little, clearly knowing how much she affects me.
"I missed you too. So much." She kisses me deeply one last time before we enter the ball room, now with arms linked.
.....
We've been standing by a table having drinks, now separated from the others. I can't help my eyes as they drift down to her chest. The sexual frustration I'm feeling right now is something I've never felt before.
The horrible music played by the orchestra, situated in the middle of the room, makes me want to get away from this ten times more.
A few people came to greet us but I shut them up right away, while my girl was her polite self, no matter how much the older women glared down at her disapprovingly, for some reason.
The amount of times I've threaten people is uncountable.
I don't even know why I came to this stupid event anyway.
Everyone in here is walking around, dressed formally as they try to make new business partners and alliances. Some might just exchange death glares instead of words.
"Why is this ball even happening?" My girl asks quietly as her eyes drift across the large area.
"It's for everyone involved with organised crimes, it's supposed to give people opportunities to make connections across the world, alliances and stuff." I explain my eyes drifting between her chest and eyes. She notices, a blush shading her olive skin.
"Let's go somewhere more private." I lick my lips, her big, lust filled eyes mirroring my own. I've held myself away from her long enough.
The small nod and of her head is all confirmation needed for me to take her warm hand and lead her away. "Aiden?" She asks from behind me.
I turn around, she smiles shyly, a light shade of scarlet appearing on top of her cheekbones. I can't help but smile back. "Yes, baby?"
"We're going to the bathrooms right?"
.....
Her hands tug on my hair as I have her against the door of the public washrooms. We didn't even bother to get into a stall. She lets my tongue dominate inside her mouth, our sloppy kiss turning hungrier by the second.
My dick presses against her lower stomach as she has her arms wrapped around my neck. Her long gown being held up by me.
"Do you have a condom?" She pants against my mouth. I pull her lower lip between my teeth, making her moan lowly.
My pants grow even tighter than before. "I'll pull out."
She nods, her eyes hooded, full of desire.
My heart warms at the trust she shows me.
I spin us around and bend her over the counter, nudging her legs apart, one hand pressed against the middle of her back, holding her down.
Her ass is pressed up against my cock. Avery's loud moan has me grinding against her harder.
"I need to be inside you. So bad." I let out lowly.
With my lips on her neck, I let my hands encircle her waist until they reach to her sides. I trace the curve of her ribs until my palms are lined up against the sides of her breasts.
She moans loudly when my thumbs brush over her hard nipples. It's now I know that she isn't wearing anything underneath.
"Aiden," she moans when I palm her chest, kneading her soft tits while keeping my movements against her ass steady.
"I need my cock inside you." I groan as I yank her dress up and rip her panties off. It's been too long since I've had her close and my patience is out. Her head snaps back at the sound of ripped fabric.
"I'll buy you new ones." By the time I've finished my sentence, I'm pounding inside her wet pussy. The skin to skin contact feeling heavenly.
Her delicate body moves violently against the bathroom counter. Both of our eyes are focused on our reflection displayed in the mirror hanging on the tiled wall in front of us. My balls slap against her skin. Our uneven moans echoing inside the empty bathroom.
"You like me fucking you?" I wrap my hand around her throat, tilting her head back. She looks at my lips, I bend down kissing hers, my movements growing faster.
The large mirror in front of us turning foggy. The smell of her arousal blending in with her naturally sweet scent, driving me over the edge.
"You like my cock pounding your dripping pussy?" She moans my name again.
"Tell me your mine, Avery." I grab her right breast, pinching her standing nipple between my fingers, my other hand still holding her in a chocking manner.
"Yours, I'm yours, Aiden." She says in between moans. I feel her knees shaking as she reaches her orgasm.
"Cum around my dick, baby." My movements grow faster, hitting her g-spot over and over again, until she climaxes hard around me.
"Fuck."
I pump inside her a few more times before pulling out and releasing myself.
.....
I help her pull her dress down before fixing myself. The rise and fall of her chest is evident as she fixes her hair in front of the mirror. I wrap my arms around Ry and kiss her neck.
"I don't have panties." She mumbles, as she remembers me ripping them apart a few minutes ago. She faces me and wraps her arms around my neck. The bright blush still evident on her cheeks.
"Don't remind me." I snake my hand under her dress and squeeze her ass before pulling away and straightening the fabric out.
The small, shy, smile on her lips doesn't go unnoticed by me. But it disappears as soon as the door opens.
"What the fuck is going on?"