Thirty-One
804 Words
Manon
He lays me down on the bed. He bends down, claiming my lips as his own. His hands explore my body, expert.
By now, he knows every nook and cranny of mine.
He drags a rough hand down my throat, the other massaging my breast. He sucks at my neck,throat.
Pulling my skin into his mouth, between his teeth. He tastes, every inch of me before he slides inside of me.
His hands thread in mine as he thrusts inside me, slow and steady. My legs wrap around his slim waist pulling him deeper, feeling his strong ass flex.
“Nng. Ah. Mh!”
Bliss touched my soul as he indulges me
We lay in bed for a moment, nose to nose. We breathe the same air, share the same warmth.
“Have you ever been in love?” I dare to whisper.
His dark lashes rest on his cheek as he dares to answer.
“Once. But she's gone now.”
I didn't have to ask what type of gone. From the way he said the word gone, I knew. It was a forever type of gone. Never change your mind, type of gone.
Dead. Dead and gone and never coming back.
“Do you think you're over her?”
He sighs against my skin, warm and human.
“Sometimes, I still see her shadow. I hear her voice in crowds. Calling me. Laughing. I wait for her to come home. Then I remember...”
The pain shakes his voice, shakes him. To his very core.
My heart breaks for this man. He's in love with a ghost.
His eyes flutter open, revealing dark eyes swirling with honesty.
“And you?”
I touch his face. “Once. With a man named Niccoló.”
“And now?”
I chuckle lowly. “Now? Now I know better.”
“I'm glad.”
With that, I close my eyes, indicating the end of the conversation. He follows suit, resting for a moment.
***
“No. Damnit, don't fuckin' play with me, Serin. Fuckin' hell! Tell me you're joking!”
That's what I wake up to. I sit up, watching him pace around and curse, making broad gestures.
He's already dressed, a pressed black suit, slim, tailored. And of course his signature red tie
“Right. And I'm supposed to roll over and take it like a fuckin b***h? Screw that, and screw you!”
“Ha. Do you think I give a f**k? If I made a habit of following the law, you'd be out of a job.”
I wonder if he—
On cue, he looks my way, giving me a quick once over, before coming toward me. I smirk as he pressed a kiss to my lips.
That's how you train a man, boys and girls. I don't even have to say anything anymore.
He mouths that he has to leave. I nod.
He gets back on the phone cursing up a storm as he leaves my house.
I get up too, taking a quick shower. I have work in a few hours.
***
I head to work like nothing happened. But in truth, everything happened. Everything.
And everything is him.
Niccoló Vitale. His name makes my blood pound.
I don't know what that means, but it doesn't seem good.
Not for me. Or for my heart. He's stolen it before, and he didn't have to work hard it. I have to be on guard.
He's a thief.
“Darling, you seem like you've gotten some sun.”
I smile up at my boss.
“Thanks, Mr. Starling.”
“I've got a case for you.” A manilla envelope emphatically slaps on my desk. I look up at him in question, before opening it.
My heart stops.
“I'm sure you've heard of him? Anyone this side of the United States knows him. Maybe further.”
Niccoló Vitale.
He looks at me. “You don't know him?" he asks in disbelief.
“N-no. I um...I've heard of him, the name that is. I just...he hasn't been in the news lately. None of the Syndicates have. Is there reason why we're investigating an underground crime ring?”
He smiles at me funny.
“You're usually jumping at unidentified leads. You love uncovering stories. Are you okay?”
I smile. “I'm fine. I'll get right on it.”
What am I going to do?
What am I going to do? If I do this, he'll know. And.... I don't know what he'll do to me, but I don't think it'll be pleasant.
But can I turn it down? My own curiousity is calling to me, chase down the story.
I want to know him. He's not gonna tell me anything.
So, I'm stuck in between a rock and a hard place.
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