Wild One

Seventeen

Niccolo

I visit her home. I knock on the door. Wait. Knock once more.

"Who is it?"

I debate answering.

"Niccoló, pulcino."

The locks click, making me smirk. The door swings open, her unimpressed stare examining me.

"What the hell are you doing here?"

I smirk. "To see you."

Rolling her eyes, she turns, leaving the door open in invitation.

"You open the door for strange men often?"

I muse.

She snorts, pouring herself some wine.

"Would you leave if I told you to?"

"Touche."

"What are you really doing here, Niccoló?"

She offers me a drink, which I take. Her hip rests on the counter, wine glass in hand, eyes fixed on me.

Her feet are bare, she dons some short shorts, and a tank top. Her hair is thrown up in a messy bun. Her toes are painted pink, making me smile.

"You done?" She prompts me.

I take a sip of wine. "I suppose. You've done well for yourself, pulcino."

Scoffing, she sets the glass down, padding over to me. She takes my glass from me, setting it down as well. Her doe eyes probe mine, her hands on my shoulder.

"Why are you here? Answer that question."

I smirk. How cute, she's trying to demand me. I take her hands off my shoulders, tucking them in mine.

"I'm here for you."

She tries to shrug me off, but I place my hand on her lower back, holding one of her hands, keeping her plastered to my body.

Her wine tinged breath fans my lips, peering through her lashes.

When she looks at me like that...I just want to devour her. Unknowingly, I lean in, wanting her breath mixing with mine, needing her lips against mine.

She breaks away.

"Stop it. Just...stop. What are you trying to do? f**k me? What's your goal?"

If I knew, I doubt I'd tell her.

"I'm not sure. Right now, I just want to kiss you."

She scoffs. "You're ridiculous you know that?"

I shrug. "Depends on who you ask. Tell me, pulcino. Why do you resist me so?"

Backing away, her frame seems to shake under my gaze.

"Because you're a cruel man, because you're a criminal, because you broke my heart. Should I go on?"

My mind is humming.

"You know you want me. You tremble in front of me, and I'm not sure it's fear, pulcino."

Something clouds her eyes, and I know we both understand that I'm right. She backs away, as if the distance could remove the ache she feels for me.

"You want to figure me out. I want to figure you out. You want to feel me, as much as I want to feel you-"

Fury flames in her eyes.

"Will you quit it!"

"Why?" I smirk. "So you can feel righteous, uncorruptible? So you can be content in fighting temptation?"

"Get out!"

I ignore her. Stepping closer. "You want to do the right thing, but everyday you grow a little closer to the devil on your shoulder. And I make it worse don't I?"

Her eyes close. Truth seems to shatter her.

"I make the sirens call even more tempting. I make the devil sound more like an angel. I make temptation sweeter. Don't fight it, darling."

My smirk blends into a sneer.

"Come over to the dark side. We've been waiting for you."