The heathens, the heretics, the lost souls,who pick up the pieces he so conveniently has forgotten.Our hearts, both broken into pieces, can be joined together like a locket.To make what is broken, whole.To make what is full of doubt, full of peace.One side mine, one side yours.
Hearing her recite her poetry while I’m deep inside her is a religious experience. An experience I will never forget and hope to experience for the entirety of my days.
She pushes me down, so I lay flat on the floor as she grinds on top of me, working her hips, riding me to a state of bliss. I don’t take my eyes off her, not for a second.
“Carmine,” she pleads in pleasurable bliss.
“You can call me Leo if you want,” I whisper.
She lowers herself on top of me, her hair brushing up against my face as she goes to whisper in my ear, “Leo never fucked me like you do. Now bend me over and claim me, Carmine Moretti. I’m yours”
“Is that what you want, mi reina, to be claimed?”
As she shifts her body so that she is on all fours with her ass presenting to me, she looks back at me. “I want to be, marked.”
She arches her back up ever so slightly as I grab her neck, squeezing it as she purrs.
“That’s a good girl,” I hiss.
I thrust into her, loving the slap her plump ass makes against me. “Yes, Carmine, yes,” she squeals.
I can’t blame her for still calling me Carmine. Leo was dead to her. Carmine found her. Leo let her go and Carmine will never be so foolish.
“Where do you want it?” I ask as I continue to pump closer to my release.
She angles her head back, peering her eyes upward toward me. “All over me. I want to drown in you,” she replies as she quickly releases her sex from my length. She flips around, kneeling in front of me, tilting her head back and sticking her chest out as I paint her with my venom. Marking her as mine, and I’ll be fucking damned if ever lose her again.
Chapter50
Sienna
It’s him. Well, the new and improved him.
A more chiseled, sinister version of the boy I used to know. But that’s the thing, we aren’t kids anymore. We have grown into versions of ourselves that twelve or thirteen years ago we never would have seen coming. Life has handed us a fucked-up deck of cards and we are dealing them our way, however we see fit.
I’ll admit, I feel less guilt now knowing that the mysterious man, who has been consuming my mind and ravishing my body every chance he can get, is who my heart has always longed for. This new version of him makes my heart and body feel things the old him never could.
As I clean his cum off my chest, I look at him slipping his pants back on, admiring the way his broad, muscular back tapers into a V shape. The name Leo doesn’t fit the man that stands before me. The man who stands before me is ominous, mysterious, bold. All the things that Leo wasn’t, but back then, I wouldn’t have appreciated those traits as much as I do now.
As I begin to get dressed, I can’t help but shake the feeling that something bad is about to happen. I can’t explain it, but it feels as though we are on the cusp of a war of some sort. It’s an ominous feeling, like the one I got the day Mama and Papa were murdered, and the day Leo disappeared.
There have been numerous times in my life when I have felt as though there is danger, lurking in the wind. This vibe that I am getting makes me feel like this is just the beginning. Of what, I’m not sure, but something is coming, I can feel it.
“What’s on your mind,mi reina?” he asks, taking notice of the perplexed look on my face as I try to sift through what exactly has me feeling this way.
“Why do I feel like things are about to get worse?” I ask.
“Because they probably will,” he says with an eerie, honest calm.
“Wow, that’s reassuring.” I try to laugh it off, but I truly can’t shake this feeling in the pit of my stomach.
“I’m sorry, I don’t mean to come off blunt, but that’s something I have learned quickly in this life our parents have dragged us into,” he begins. He takes a brief pause, pulling out a cigarette from his back pocket. He runs the filter across his lips, wetting it slightly before lighting the end. He closes his eyes and takes an exaggerated inhale. He pauses briefly before exhaling the smoke out slowly, along with a grunted sigh. His eyes still closed, as if he is about to unleash more truths my way.
I brace myself for whatever may come out of his mouth now as he redirects his stern gaze my way. Puckering his lips around his Parliament once more, he takes in a brief puff of smoke before allowing it to hang from his mouth as he begins to talk.
“The night it happened, changed me. A war was declared that I had no choice but to immerse myself in. The night my father stole me, he forced this life upon me and with that I have fallen into the familial role of having a long list of enemies. So, sadly mi reina, the threat of danger quite literally lurks around every corner. It’s best you live each day expecting the worst to happen, so on the off chance it doesn’t you can revel in feeling safe…even if momentarily.”
He exhales smoke and offers me the moistened cigarette. I reach for his half-finished cigarette, bringing it to my lips, as I nod for him to continue.
