I'm getting way too deep
I'm fucking into it

LILLY

My eyes open to utter darkness.
Everything felt different. The place, myself, the surrounding- everything felt different. Different but familiar.

I sit up, feeling the cotton sheets under me. The scent of the room was familiar. Where am I?

I hear a voice at the far corner "We're in your apartment, Lilly." When I flinch at the sudden surprise, my left arm starts burning badly that I groan. He says "I'll get you some painkillers." I hear the door open and I hear steps fading and then I hear him coming towards me. He holds my hand and puts two pills in it and then puts a glass of water in my other hand. I take the pills and drink the water. Then I put the glass, feeling for the surface, on my nightstand and keep it behind my hair comb that is always on my nightstand.

I swallow "Why are we here?" staring into the darkness. He replies "I didn't know of a safer place than this for some time." He sounded like he was tired but he also sounded emotionless. I ask "Why are the lights out?" He doesn't reply.

I ask again but with strictness in my voice "Why is the light out, Carter?" He sighs as he replies with the sound of his name and then the lights are turned on. I adjust my eyes to my room and then I look at every corner, he wasn't anywhere.

I ask "Where are you?" He replied, "By your window." My eyes go to my windows but the curtains were pulled close, and he stayed in the shadow. I couldn't make anything out about him. At all.

I ask "Why are you in the dark?" He changed the subject "You should try to get some sleep, Lilly." I scratch behind my ear and I wasn't wearing earrings at all. I look down and I'm changed into a crop grey tank top and black sweatpants. He says it for me "You didn't look comfortable in that dress." I run my fingers through my hair "Why are you in the dark?" He replies "It's not important. Go back to sleep." I cry, feeling my head about to explode "Carter, I'm so tired now and I'm still in pain. Please, just stop hiding and come into the light. I'm so damn tired." He huffs and then I see his figure move.

He slowly walks into the light and I gasp with my hand to my mouth when I see him. Blood everywhere. Blood splashed on his face. On his hands. His white shirt was drowned in blood. Too much blood.

He looks down at himself and then looks at me "It's not mine." Then he nervously gulps. Tears of fright well in my eyes and I push my hand down, biting my bottom lip between my teeth. At this moment, Carter Romano looked the scariest to me. Like a beast bathed in blood.

I ask "What h-h-happened?" He replies "I killed Luca. I stabbed him in the heart thirty-six times. Then I stabbed him in the stomach twenty times. I kept stabbing even when I knew his soul left his body." I nod, trying to act calmly in this delicate situation "Okay, and?" His eyes go darker "I killed him because he hurt you." I notice he was staring at my arm and I follow his gaze. My arm was wrapped in white gauze. I gingerly touch it and notice the stitches under it.
I ask "You did this?" He nods, half scared. I compliment "Nice." His lips set into a thin line.

I swallow and began to stand up, he stops me with a hiss "Lay back down." I stare into his eyes and there is no threat and no warning. I try again, to stand up, and his jaw clench, but I assure him "I'm just going to the bathroom, okay?" His shoulders relax and he nods.
I slowly made my way to the bathroom but I don't close the door.

I turn on the lights and my makeup was wiped off. I was barefaced, with my hair down. Wearing a tank top and sweatpants. I hold the sink and look at my hands, the diamond ring was gone and what replaced it was the thorn ring. I scratch my brow and open the water tap, patting water on my face and then drying it with a towel. Then I wet the towel under the sink and grunted in pain when I twisted it to remove the excess water absorbed in it.

I make my way back out to my room and he was standing there, in that exact place I left him but he watches me, watching my every move.

I sit on the bed and cross my legs under me, then I pat the bed. He shakes his head, "No." I try again "Carter, please sit down." He hesitates at first and then slowly makes his way to sit in the bed but opposite me, as far away from me as he could. I sigh and crawl to his side, sitting in front of him. His eyes turn angry at me but I stay quiet and put a hand on his cheek. He is quiet as he stares at me and I'm quiet as I wipe the blood off his face gently. I start with his forehead, then make my way to his cheeks, then his jaw, then his neck.
I wipe from beside his lip and then down to the collarbone.

I keep the towel on my lap and I unbutton his shirt slowly. His breath gets heavier as his chest heaves. I only open three buttons, enough to clean the splattered blood on his chest. A strand of hair falls on my temple and he's quick in pushing it away. He takes the rest of my hair and brings it forward to my shoulder, trolling the ends around his finger. I glance down at his hands and then at him "Why do you do that?" He gives me half a shrug "It's comfort."
I let him play with it and stay quiet.

His bloody shirt was stiff with dried blood and looking at it made me uncomfortable "I think I might have a spare shirt in the closet." I get up and reach my closet, taking out the blue t-shirt right in the back.
Then I make my way back to him and handed him the shirt. He quirks his brow "Who's shirt was it?" I mumble "Charlie's." He takes off his shirt and wears the one I give him "Why do you have it?"

"I don't know. After he left, I missed him sometimes."

He looks up "Do you want me to find him for you?" I purse my lips "No." He understands.

He asks "Are you not gonna ask why I killed Luca's father? I know you have it figured out which day it was." I gulp "Was there a reason that you killed him?" He tilts his head in question. I come clean "If you killed him without a reason, I don't wanna know." He shakes his head "I have a reason."

"Does that reason include that you killed him for me? If it is, I still don't want to know."

He looks down at his hands. I follow his gaze and I notice more blood stuck to the corner of his nails. I sigh, grab the towel again and kneel, taking his hands in mine and I make sure every nail was clean, every finger was clean. I turn his hand so his palm would stay face up, and inspected the lines in his palms, making sure they were clean too.

When I move onto the left hand, his right clenched into a tight fist. I don't look at him for it. I ignore it as much as I could. He sighs "You should rest."

"So should you."

He puts his hand on my cheek and I look at him. He smiles lightly as he stroked his thumb on my skin and then gently strokes my bottom lip, "You should rest." He stands up and as he's about to walk away, I grab his hand. I take a deep breath when I feel his hand fighting this battle to hold mine as I stand up and turn to look at him "Where are you going?" He huffs without looking at me "I don't know. Maybe I'll sleep on the couch or just go out for a drink." I offer "Drink with me. We both can use it today."

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I set two glasses and a bottle of bourbon in front of him. His lips quirk up "I thought religious people don't drink." I take the bottle and try opening it, "I don't usually, but I keep one bottle around just in case if I want a drink badly one day. Today is that day."

I grunt as I try twisting the cap but no luck. He holds out his hand for the bottle and I pass it to him. He twists the cap as if it was the easiest thing ever while I struggled for a good two minutes, then he pours it for us as he talks "Have you ever drank this before?" I shake my head "I never drink except for that body shot I did back in high school." His brows raised to his hairline "You let someone do a body shot on you?" I shrug "I was eighteen. Had my first shot of tequila and then let a random man do a body shot on me. Didn't end well. I cried in the bathroom later." He jaw clench and he takes a sip of his drink. His eyes on me, fixed on me. I ask, "Have you ever done one?" He's too quick to answer, "Nope."

"Why not?" I ask purely curious. He smiles and wiggles a brow "You're volunteering to do one on me right now?" I choke on my spit and my cheeks turned bright red. I take the glass in a hurry and gulp all of it down. But it was a lot to take in. It burned my throat badly and I hated how it felt like it was cutting my insides.
I cough and he chuckles "Shouldn't have gone for the big sip. Bourbon is meant to be sipped slowly. Savor the flavor." I grab the bottle and pour another glass and gulp that one down too.

When I grab the bottle again, he snatched it from my hand, still on his first glass, "That's enough for the night." My brows bunch "Why not?" He replies as he finishes his off "You're tipsy already." I pout "So you won't let me drink on the night I got shot?" He warns, "Don't push it." I couldn't control the smile that spreads on my lips.

He sat on the couch while I sat on the carpet, the coffee table between us acted as a barrier. I was still stuck on that body shot question that I blurt "Really? Never? Not even one once?" He furrows his brow so I tell him what I was trying to say "I mean the body shot thing." He sighs "No, Lilly, never." I suggest "We can do one now. On each other." His eyes are wide in an instant and I almost laugh when his cheeks go pink too. The reaction was too funny that I giggle. I stand up and walk to the kitchen, "I think I have a lemon here somewhere." I open the fridge and laugh because it was empty Except for that large round perfect yellow lemon in the back that I bought for a lemonade.

Never got to that lemonade.

I cut the lemon into thick wedges and bring them over in my palms "I have a lemon." I let the lemon wedges fall on the table and he suddenly sits up, but I go back and bring salt from the cabinet "I have salt too!"
Then I remember we need tequila but I shrug "We can use bourbon." He stares at me with mouth parted "You are a terrible drunk, Lilly." I nod and hold his hand "Come on. Let's do it on the floor." He wouldn't budge from his seat until he knew I won't stop pulling on his arm until he stands up.

He sighs and stands up for me. Then I pull him to the floor with me. I tug on his shirt "Take it off." He raises a brow but does take his shirt off "I don't know how I feel about drunk Lilly honestly." I lower my sweatpants enough that my belly button showed and pulled my shirt up till my torso was bare. I lay down in front of him, flat on the carpet, and held my hand for the salt. He passed it to me and I pour some salt on my lower belly and take the lemon wedge between my teeth. He sighs "Lilly, I don't think it's a good idea." I tug on his finger, urging him to do it. He sighs and pours bourbon into my bellybutton that I almost jerk, spilling some. He refills it again.

He asks "I just have to lick the salt to the lemon?" I nod. He sighs again and hovers over me. When I feel his breath on my lower belly, I knew he was ready but he mumbles "Please don't cry for this." I jerk slightly when he licks the salt, sucks the bourbon and trails his tongue up to my breasts, and then bites the lemon that was between my teeth. He pulls the lemon peel from my teeth and throws it on the table. I ask "H-how was it?" He smiles, "Fun."

"Great! My turn." I push him down flat on the carpet and he lets me do whatever I want. I put salt below his belly and then pour the bourbon into his belly button. I hold the lemon wedge for him to hold between his teeth and he sighs "I don't know why we're doing this at three in the morning." But he takes the lemon wedge between his teeth and holds still.

I ask "Ready?" He grunts in reply and I lick the salt, suck the bourbon and make a straight line with my tongue up his stomach and then his chest. I don't stop the trail when I'm trailing my tongue up his neck, over the bulging side neck vein, and then take the lemon in my mouth. I suck all the lemon pulp out and then throw the peel on the table. He lays straight with wide eyes and then closes them, growling under his breath "Fuck." He was breathing heavily as he looks at the ceiling "Never do that again." I narrow my eyes and straddle his hip "Why not?" He groans "God- Lilly, leave me for 30 seconds." My brows furrow again and I move "Why?" He moans "You're killing me right now."

I look down and I'm straddling his waist but there's something hard underneath me. I move again and his hand turns into fists and he groans with his eyes closed. I do it again and he grips my hips. Catching his breath, he says, "You are a dangerous creature, Lilly Hastings." I narrow my eyes, "I thought I was Lilly Romano."
He smiles, his hands trailing up my stomach and then down my sides, tracing my curves "You are my Lilly Hastings."

I whisper, my breath getting hot and heavy. "I am your Lilly Hastings?" He nods and gently grips my neck, his fingers a perfect fit for my neck. Then his other hand goes to the top buttons of my top, and he gently unbuttons it, bare my cleavage. I support myself with my hands on his stomach, on his abs, and lean in.
Hovering my lips on his.

(ℙ𝕝𝕒𝕪 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕠𝕟𝕘)

I kiss the corner of his lips and he's patiently lying underneath me. Calm. I kiss the other corner of his lips and he groans "Don't start something you won't let me finish." I smile "Start what?"

He smirks and flips us over, with me under him. He grabs my wrists and pushed them above my head, crossing one over the other so he would hold it with one hand. He parted my legs and set his hips between them. I purse my lips so I won't smile, I got him frustrated after all.
He presses his hardness on my core and my back arch.

His other hand reaches down and I watch him unbuckle his belt and slide it off, wrapping it in a way with two loops. Then he pushed my hands int the loops and then tightens his belt around my wrist. Bounding my hands and keeping them up above my head. He closes in, his chest touching mine, and my nipples peak. He wraps an arm around my waist and makes me lift my hips. My core stimulates by his hardness and we both groan. He rests his forehead on mine and smiles "You started this. I wanna finish it." I wrap my legs around his waist and pull him down so his weight is on me, then I whisper on his lips, my breath getting heavy, my head so damn dizzy, "Finish. It. Please." I want it. I want it so bad.

He crashes his lips on mine, kissing me with passion, hunger, and something that I can't put my finger on. His hand pushes up my top till my breasts are bare and he dips his head down taking my left nipple between his lips. Gently tugging on it and then sucking. He makes it hurt between his teeth and kisses around it to make it feel better. Then he looks at me, stares into my eyes, and bites his bottom lip with a smile "You think Josh ever had this fantasy about you? Naked and under him?"

He trails his fingers down my chest and circles it around my nipple "He's never sucked on these before," He smiles as if this is validation for him that he's the only man who has ever touched me. Which is true in every way. He pinched my nipple and all air escapes my lungs. Then he trails his fingers down my stomach, "never touched your skin before. I bet he's never even got closer to kissing every curve of your body." Then he cups my core and presses his palm, creating friction that I moan "What will he think when he finds out that Saint Lilly likes to sin?" He pulls the strings of my sweat pants, "That she likes my hands playing with her." He pushes his hand inside and he parts the lips of my core with his fingers, "That she likes my kisses." He presses his lips to my ear "That she likes my tongue on her sensitive cunt." He gently circles my clit with his fingers and I am almost on the edge. The bourdon makes me an easy target.

My stomach spasms and I throw my head back. He said with his voice all sultry "Oh, if only Josh could see how naughty you are, how you whimper just seconds before you cum." As if on cue, I whimper and he stops. I groan "No, no, not this again. No." I try to catch his lips in a kiss and he pulls his mouth away "Greedy little thing," his nails graze down my thigh and then come back up to my pelvis. My hips follow his rhythm, and I am tempted to break out of this belt and do it by myself.

I move against the restraints but my hands were bound too tight. He lets them go and warns, "Keep them up." I do and watch as he curls his fingers on the waistband and pulls the pants down my legs, throwing them away. He grabs my top at the neck and splits it in two, right in the middle, and I gasp with eyes wide. He props my legs up and goes down between them. Warning me to keep my hands up and away from him.

He kisses my inner thigh and I grunt "Carter, stop teasing me." He does a throaty chuckle that makes me wet and I feel my cheeks heat up when he says "Darling, you're drenched." I put my bound hands on his head and push my fingers in his hair, begging "Please," I don't care how many times he has warned me to keep my hands up, I don't care that I'm begging. I moan "Please, Carter, please." He asks "Where do you want me, Lilly?" I lower his head down and I don't miss the smirk on his lips when he closes his eyes and starts eating me out. I moan "Right there! Please, right there!"

I cry when an orgasm builds up and I cry when I cum in his mouth my legs shake and I'm crying his name again and again.

He pushes his finger inside and it slips in easily. Then he slowly pushes in another finger and I whimper when I feel him stretch me.
He pulls his fingers out and then pushes them back in, curving them slightly and then pulling them out again. I grab his bicep "Come here," he leans and I kiss him hard as he fingers me. I cry into his mouth and he loves every minute of it. I squirm and he loves it even more. I cum for the second time with my forehead pressed to his and he watches with satisfaction "Fuck, you're amazing." I chuckle at his compliment and then looked at his shocked face "I don't think I ever heard you laugh." A lazy smile stays on my lips and I pull him down for a kiss "More- I want more, Carter." He moans in my mouth and grunts "I don't have a condom, Lilly." I say between kisses "I do. My nightstand. Second draw." He grunts and picks me up, wrapping his arms around me and I wrap my legs around his waist when he walks into the room and puts me down, and then pushes me onto the mattress.

I sit up, staring up at him as he takes the packet of condoms out and raises a brow at me "Why do you have this?" Jealousy is clearly shown in his eyes. I shrug "I got it for Josh. I thought that maybe we-" he pushes me flat on the bed before I can even finish the sentence. He grabs the scarf from my closet and loops it through the belt and ties the scarf to the railings above my head.

He gets on top of me and says to me, "Sweetheart, you have no idea what you're doing to me. You don't want me jealous. I will fuck you because of it." I swallow and dared him, "I wanted him to take my virginity the night you showed up." His jaw clenches and he looks at the condom "A little too small for me but we'll make it work, darling."

He gets off and I watch him open the button and pull down the zip of his slacks. He pulls it down with his boxers and at first, my gaze goes to his thighs. Bulging with muscles and veins. Then I look at the length of him. Thick, long, and hard.

He gets back in the bed and takes one condom out and tears it with his teeth, taking the rubber out and rolling it down his length. He wasn't wrong when he said it would be small but he made it work perfectly. He aligns his cock with my core and looks at me one last time.
He moans, "You're about to get beautifully fucked, my darling." I feel the tip slowly push in and my toes curl. It's uncomfortable and it pains. I grunt and clench my eyes when he keeps pushing in inch by inch. Tears start falling down my cheeks and he halts all movements, kissing the tears away, "Take a deep breath," I do and groan when he pushes all his length inside. I catch my breath "Bad man," and I groan when he pulls out and thrusts back in me.

His thrusts are strong but slow as he speaks to me breathlessly, "You have no fucking clue how long I've been for waiting for this." He stretched me slowly and when he knew I had enough, he starts thrusting wildly. He grabs my neck and says in my ear while he thrusts and I moan loudly, "Look at you taking me like a good girl." He kisses under my jaw, "Look at you being fucked with my ring on your finger." My back arch and he smiles, says, "By the way, I've done body shots many times." My eyes go wide and I cum and my legs start shaking but he holds me down and keeps thrusting inside me. He moans my name and orgasms with his head thrown back.

My lips are parted by the sound of my name as a moan from his lips and I pull on the restraints "Carter!" He looks down and undoes them for me, even undoes the belt, and I take no time in grabbing his face and crashing his lips on mine. We kiss like it's the last thing we need to satisfy ourselves with.

And I swear to fucking god, it was satisfying as hell.

He wraps his arms around me and pulls me up and onto his lap. His length goes even deeper than before that I'm afraid to go down, taking him in to the base of his cock. I cry, "Too deep. Too deep." He holds my hips and lowers me on his length so that I feel full of him. He presses on my lower belly and smiles as if knows where his length was.
I wrap my arms around his neck and slowly lift my hips up and then go down. He lets me control the pace, he lets me go slow.

But I pick up the pace and then I go at it violently. Throwing my head back as I moan his name, he grunts and kisses down my throat and then my chest and then curses under his breath. Doesn't let me go to the edge that he pulls out and throws me on the bed and turns me on my stomach, lifting my hips in the air and then thrusting inside. His chest pressed to my back as he thrusts even more deeply and holds my hands, linking his fingers with mine. I cry out when another orgasm hits and everything feels sensitive. He moans in my hair and I know he cums by the shivers in his breath.

We stay like this for a second, with him still inside me, and stay quiet.

He pulls out and flips me on my back and crashes his lips on mine. He cups my drenched core that dripped with my cum on the sheets, coats his finger with it, and then puts his finger in his mouth, tasting me.

He smiles, cups my core again, and then says, "This is mine now. You are mine, Lilly Hastings. Only I get to fuck you and only I get to touch you." He gently grabs my jaw and pushes his cock inside me. I moan and he chuckles, "Touch another man, and I will cut his fucking hands off. If you let another man fuck you, I will burn him alive. You got that?" I swallow because he meant every word. My eyes were wide because I knew he wasn't bluffing.

He kisses down my neck and grunts, his thrusts slow and good that makes me close my eyes in pleasure but he still wants answers when he grabs my neck in his hands, putting slight pressure to make my heart beat like crazy. He says, "Darling, I'm yours. Every inch of me is yours." He takes my hand presses them on his chest and trails them down his stomach and to between where we were connected. He makes me squeeze him and I clench around his length instinctively.

He says, "We're not gonna stop until we're on the brink of passing out."

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