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—I refused for a reason.
"I know, I remember her." I run my thumb over her smooth lips. I haven't smoked and I haven't drunk since that night hoping to corner you, grab your hips and taste your lips, Fiore.
I look down her neck until I find two protuberances, I continue going down, I capture her hips in my hands and I press her harder against the wall so she doesn't escape.
—Today, I steal a fucking kiss from you, because it is my challenge and my desire, Emily.
I don't let her speak because I rush straight at her. In some way I feel that she is out of control, she is the exception to the rule, she is the difference within everyday life and I am not going to resist trying it, trying it.
I push my tongue against hers, she opens her lips and receives me. Her gasp drowns against my mouth when I press her skin and seek to dominate that small mouth, beautiful and red like the roses I gave her the first day she arrived at the house.
Emily is everything that forces you to behave differently, perhaps it is her skills in teaching and correcting her work that makes you square, makes you try different techniques until you get to the right one.
Although I don't want to, I walk away from her seeing her face so affected, disturbed and her smile spreads as the only response.
—Did it affect you that much,principessa?
The words detonate his soul into a thousand pieces, he puts his hands on my arms to support himself and goes up and down on the balls of his feet.
He was just trying to alter her, changing the direction of her thoughts.
I have one point in my favor. I see that nice nicknames affect her, I would like to see what dirty nicknames would do to her.
"I don't like being robbed," he confesses with false arrogance. For the other I will be the one who steals from you.
—You can't take over me, my life, Emily.
It's not a scolding, it's not a warning, it's just a reminder.
—Are you challenging me Marino?
—I don't know, would you make it a challenge.
—Of course,diavolo.
He cradles my face in his hands on his face, I caress his hips and he is about to move closer to continue what I dared to start.
—Are you going to give me what I asked for?
—Coming back from some tasks on Wednesday, I'll tell you about the beginnings of all this, Fiore.
-Thank you.
I think she's going to kiss me, I close my eyes and she lets out a mischievous giggle, she pushes my arms away to run away, I follow her until she quickens her pace and waves her hand at me.
—Good evening, Salvatore.
—You're a bad kisser.
—Oh, don't tell me that, I know you want me to go and show you that I'm not a bad kisser, but I won't. I don't fall so easily.
But I do.
I don't say anything, I let him get lost in the darkness of the house and I listen to him close the door. The stitches have already been removed, he continues with the anti-inflammatories and after a few days he will be fine. I turn off the light and head to my room.
My chest is loose, my shoulders move freely and my head is no longer crammed with ways to break a throat, how to torture a prisoner or do all the shit I do.
His lips are impregnated in my mouth.
