VINCENZO

What the fuck is this puttana doing to me, fuck! fuck! fuck!.

i stood up looking livid scaring the shit out of olivia get out i said to her in a very calm tone,

"oh come on vince"  she replied, calling me the name i grew up to hate i was a very rather calm person,

" you know you want some release and you know you can take me in every position and as hard as you want, oh vince she moaned as she licked her lower lips so seductively"

as i looked at her all i could see was emerald's eyes looking at me so innocently yet behind those lashes holds the greatest seduction ever known to man, it was frustrating her existence was clouding my vision ridding me of my thoughts and imaginations, all i can think of is how bad i want to take her im every position kmown how i want her under me, screaming my name and she goes into euphoria, i feel something brewing and i for one knows that it is not going to be easy.

I could still hear olivia in the background muttering all sort of seductive words i was pissed, how so little a girl she is yet she sets a inner war in me "merda".

"𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑡"

"tira fuori il culo da qui e non mostrarmi la tua faccia a meno che non te lo richieda, ora esci," fuck i went to the bar and fixed my self a drink, paolo is a very cunning man but am going to play him at his own game i thought to myself gosh her eyes are tormenting me, need a cold bath to rid me of this pain.

𝑔𝑒𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑎𝑠𝑠 𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑜𝑓 ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑑𝑜 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑤 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑓𝑎𝑐𝑒 𝑢𝑛𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑖 𝑟𝑒𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢, 𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑔𝑒𝑡 𝑜𝑢𝑡"

i found myself walking into my house i heard noises in the kitchen wanting to get to my room, then i saw her that bambina that is ridding me of my thoughts, i staggered a little she held my gaze i looked into her eyes, and the dress she was putting on right now wasn't helping me in any way

"cazzo, angelo, non hai la minima idea delle cose che mi fai, vaffanculo a te e al tuo bel culetto, esci dalla mia testa diamine, eri così commestibile prima con quel vestito che non riesci a immaginare tutte le cose che volevo fare a questo tuo corpicino, non riuscivo nemmeno a concentrarmi Olivia vaffanculo".

(fuck, angel you don't have the slightest idea of the things you do to me, fuck you and your pretty little ass, get out of my head gosh you looked so eatable in that dress earlier you can't begin to imagine all the things i wanted to do to thay little body of yours, i couldn't even focus on olivia fuck you.)

She had a look of confusion on her face, she ought to suffer like am suffering I stalked towards her she kept on retreating until her back hit the wall I caved her in, looking into her eyes trying to decipher her thoughts, yet i can't see through her she has walls, walls I plan on crumbling I took in the features of her face so pretty yet so innocent, how can I taint something so pure, but the devil in me can't wait to unleash and taint that purity.

I stretched forth my hand reaching for her face she flinched "cazzo" I fucking hate if when she flinch I hate her fear something I liked to feed on, this little one makes me hate the very thought of it.

Emerald what are you doing to me I said out loud, take me upstairs I said to her, all this while she was quiet I wanted her taunting me and questioning me as she always does with my sottocapo I hated him around her yet he's the only one I trust with her, I don't even trust myself with her.

Her hands were secured tightly around my torso helping me to my room she came to an abrupt stop as we got to the door of my room I looked at her wondering why she stopped she was busy chewing her bottom lips looking at her toes then I remembered my fucking rules I was too exhausted to even remember that shit, let's go in angel she looked up at me and as she balanced herself on the ground and led us into my room, I was slipping into unconsciousness she gently helped me onto my bed and with that I was knocked out.

The sun slowly crept into every corner of the room as the windows were wide open my silence was threatened with the slight snore I could hear beside me I slowly turned my head to the side shocked to see miss Mayfield sprawled on my bed beside me, she looked so Peaceful in her sleep, not as confused as she always looks when awake, I took in her features it has become an habit of mine, as her long lashes casted a shadow over her face she had bags under her eyes light freckles scattered on her face from her pointed nose to her cheeks her curved lips looked so kissable despite her been asleep, her eyes squinted a little i guess from the sun she snuggled into me her legs securely wrapped around my legs she's a weird sleeper I carefully unwrapped my self from her grasp I went over to the window shut curtain, gosh how can one be so fuck able in their sleep.

I went to wash up in the bathroom, dressed and  sat on my chair yet she still sleeps damn, guess is wake up time I said as she rolled about on the bed I watched her attentively as she stood up looking confused and disheveled as our eyes locked she murmured inaudibly I watched as she rolled from the bed and toppled on the floor hurriedly as she scrambled to her feet her dress was dangerously low all i could see was cleavages I briefly looked at it and went back to her face she quickly coordinated her self and all I could say was, hope you had a good sleep angel.