Take the mask off
When you speak to me

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He looked too peaceful sleeping. His shallow breathing filling the silent room, as the plane hovers silently in the night. Buzzing and bumping every so often.

With my small hand placed lightly on his chest, as I let my hair fall down his broad shoulder and the corner of my lips rest softly in the crook of his neck.

His arm stretched out under me, his hand gripping the small of my back like precious treasure. His hands were so much bigger than mine, and I was so small compared to him.

Smaller then I had ever truly realized.

But I have lived in his world of big men and big guns, and much more—how? I should ask myself one time

I had woken long ago, my dreams haunted by darkness . Though I woke up with my body pressed up against his still, his arms encircling me In protection.

That was hours ago now, and I could have moved or shifted, woke him up—but he was exhausted so I let him sleep. Both his mind and his body needed rest, though he would never have had taken it if I had given it.

He was such a dangerous man, I knew that. He was feared and hated, respected and bowed to. He was worse then hell if he wanted to be.

His breathing was shallow, and I counted every rise his chest made. I counted until I lost track and kissed his neck instead.

I was selfish when I went over the edge. Not even realizing all that he needed me for. All I needed him for.

I was ready to die, the rain had chilled me to the point where death didn't even seem that cold anymore.

But I heard him yell my name, right before I closed my eyes. I heard him yell my name into the cars fire. And I fucking wanted to yell his name back, and then suddenly I wasn't okay with dying anymore.

His shirt rode up slightly as he laid on his back, and I let my hand creep up and under it. His skin was hot to the touch, and my hand rested on the ridges of his ribs, over the scar from the knife his dad had stabbed him with when he was a kid.

His body shifted, ever so slightly. His hand digging harder into my back, as his chest tightened. like he had forgotten I was close to him. "Serina?" He called out to me, his voice deep from sleep.

"I'm here." I said as I kissed his jaw, and he let out a breath and pulled me up further onto him.

"How long did I..."he said, his words husky and toned. And fuck he sounded hot.

I traced the scar on his ribs, as I said "a while." I whispered "you sleep so peacefully, did you know that."

He swallowed and brought his hand up to my hair and kissed my forehead. "Nothing about me is peaceful we both know that." He said, and then suddenly he was on top of me.

Though he was careful not to put even an ounce of weight on my side. His hands holding him above me.
His nose brushed across mine, and his eyes looked into mine with desperation and want.

His eyes almost begging for some sort of permission, and I simply smiled as I moved up and kissed his neck.

And he moved a hand under my back as he let me ravish him. We were both sweaty from the hot sheets, and hell we hadn't even done anything yet.

I started slow, my lips kissing just under his ear and up his jawline and down to his collar bone. Biting down on the skin over it he gripped my skin harder in retaliation. His breath a little more erotic. While I let my other hand reach between us, my hand moving on top of his member that begged to be seen.

"I swear if you weren't healing, I would show you just how much I fucking missed you." He growled into my ear and I smiled into his skin.

I smirked as I grabbed him through his boxers, shifting my hand as he dipped his head into my neck further. And Jesus he was just as big as I remembered. my one hand was so small around him, and I moved my hand up and down along his dick.

I felt like I wanted to be nasty, because I fucking missed him more then he would ever know.

"Or you could show me anyways." I whispered, as I watched a smile cross his face as he went to sip down onto me like a lion.

Though like a bad fucking joke the Pilot call over the intercom "2 minutes till landing, take your seats."

His his body froze overtop of me, and he closed his eyes to settle himself. "You are either lucky or you panned this." He growled as he swallowed and rested his head in my shoulder.

"I'm just lucky I guess." I laughed as he pushed himself off me, and stood. Extending his hand and helping me up. Grabbing an extra pair of his sweats and helping me step into them.

"What a gentleman, helping me get dressed" I smiled and I kissed his chest.

"Shut up. Go to your seat." He said and I brought my hand to my forehead and saluted.

"You're the boss." I smirked as I walked to the seating area and buckled in, him hot on my trail as we both sat and buckled into the seats.

"I'm going to punish you for teasing me Serina." He smiled after a while, as he leaned forward and placed his elbows on his knees as he looked my way dangerously.

"How was I supposed to know we'd be landing." I smiled as I crossed my legs and sat up straighter just as I plane started to sink in the air.

•••

"But like where the fuck are we, because I'm like 10% sure we aren't in New York. It's too hot to be New York." I asked as the planes door opened up to us, his hand resting on my back as we looked over the airstrip.

"Vegas my dear." His voice was husky, as he looked across the airstrip cautiously before he let me ever take a step outside. Men cocked their guns, and cars started their engines.

People waited at the bottom of the stairs for us, wearing black suits and these shield looking things.

Lorenzo grabbed me by the waist as we walked down the steps, the Vegas air soothing the nerves in my body.

I looked around quickly, but my view was blocked by tall men in dark suits as they walked us to the car. Lorenzo opened the door for me, and I lifted my eyebrow but stepped in anyways.

The door slammed as the car started to drive automatically, cars trailing and heading us; All the cars identical to the one we were in.

"Why does it feel like we about to get fucking assassinated." I asked as I crossed my arms, and looked at him in suspiciously as I sat myself down on his lap, my hands around his shoulders.

"it's precautions." He said like it was obvious, and when I tilted my head innocently he sighed because he knew he'd have to explain the whole thing to me.

"You are still the dona of the Russian Mob Serina, and as far as they know I kidnapped you and killed their don." He said, as his eyes wavered over the bruises on my face and his hands upon my back.

"Well you didn't kidnap me, and I killed him so..."I said "tell them to get over it." I added as I tilted his neck away and kissed his skin again.

He smelt like cedar and whiskey.

Lorenzo said nothing for a few moments like I was either really clueless or really smart.

"This isn't something they will just get over I'm afraid." He said as he reached over and pressed a button, which opened a compartment that was stocked with alcohol. He grabbed a glass and a bottle of whiskey, and poured himself a drink.

I shot up with a smile and smirked "Oooo Happy fuel." as I reached down to grab the tasty bottle of tequila, my fingers gripping the bottle as he handed me a glass.

But I simply looked at the glass in his hand and laughed, before I flicked off the lid and drank straight from the bottles rim.

"You shouldn't be drinking, it could disrupt your healing." He said as he watched me and leaned back in the seat, his eyes darkening a few shades

"What are you gonna do to stop me." I simply said as I took another drink. And it made my body tingly, and my soul happy.

Though his body tensed, and his teeth clenched.

I hugged the bottle to my chest and squeezed. My hand petting the beautiful liquor "I have missed you my love." I said to the bottle, as I placed a kiss on its label.

He let out a breath as he shook his head, his eyes continuing to watch me in silence as he took a drink from his glass.

"What if I call them off? Would that help?" I said, to ease the silence. I mean I doubt they would listen or respect me considering the only time my fathers men in Russian saw me I was at Satan's feet either naked or in lingerie.

"I'm not putting you in that position Serina. So don't try to get involved and contact them." He growled, and when I opened my mouth to say something he said. "I mean it Serina, Do not disobey me."

His words were sharp like daggers, and fuck his eyes were even deadlier. His words were threats that I didn't have the power to challenge.

I looked at him angrily but said "fine."and his eyes lightened in relief, but then again in apology as he noticed my anger.

The car fell silent but we didn't take our eyes off each other for even a second, and I decided I might as well make the first move.

So I leaned up, and shifted so I was straddling him, his hands moved to my hips he searched my eyes.
"You will Speak to me with respect." I growled as I grabbed his face in my hand, my eyes lighting up like fire.

And he looked me up and down before smiling
He said nothing, but pulled me into him. Kissing my lips and moving my hips along him. "I'm going to fuck you." He growled as he bit my lower lip.

And I smirked as he moved down and went under my shirt, pulling away the cups of my bra to bite and kiss my nipples. "Lorenzo." I sighed as I felt his dick push up against my centre.

But the cars stopped and I watched as we entered through security gates and more armed men. A house the size of a mother fucking castle sat in the hillside, and he pulled away to look at me.

He smirked lowly as the door opened, and he got out, and then waited for me to follow. "Holy shit this house is bigger then my ass." I joked, which caused him to reach around me and smack my booty, before grabbing my hand and pulling me into his side.

I'm going to fuck you back Lorenzo

we walked to it and I felt excitement fill my body.
The house was huge, there was not a single house bigger. No way. It was every other house I had ever lived in, made into one sized house if that even makes sense.

It had pillars, and hundreds of windows. Pools, sporting areas, and about a hundred guards ready and willing to kill any intruder on site and without question.

he guided me up the steps and into the house, walking us straight into an entree way bigger then my self control.

I walked ahead of him, and I watched as he pressed a button and all the blinds came down and blocked the view from outside. Casting the room into a sensual darkness

The huge living room had massive wide couches, and I looked back at them and smiled. How useful.

"Strip." He growled with the maniacal undertone of sex, as he sat down on the couch in front of me; his eyes like those of a predator.

I am quarantined alone in my house, This chapter is not edited as I don't have the patience:)

the lamp has started to talk to me

Xoxo- AbigalKnightly