by Anna Widzisz
He wished there was a person in front of him rather than a fucking punching bag. Preferably his brother or father. At least then his frustration would have been directed at someone who could use a hit or two. Because for someone who was rather always bound to be on his own, he hated that there were people who could tell him what to do.
The rules he'd lived by ever since being initiated three years ago weren't his problem. Until now.
Until her.
Going into that godforsaken diner, he hadn’t thought it would change his life so much. Change him.
He was just doing his job as usual. And even though it wasn't the first time he took notice of a woman, it never went beyond a simple fuck. That was all he needed. All he wanted. But somehow Savannah was so much more. More than he thought he was prepared for. More than he was supposed to have.
And with all the scenarios he came up with, none included him actually giving her up. Sex or no sex, it wasn't probably going to change. Because for the first time he was more interested in corrupting her mind than her body.
He hadn't seen her in a week.
She was working more than usual and Elio kept himself busy by taking part in more car races on top of his work. With occasional parties, however, even those were no longer as frequent as they used to.
And none finished with fucking.
Good thing that Flavio had a lot to do before his initiation, so he didn't mind those unusual breaks. He’d most likely caught up on the reason but hadn't breached the subject. His warning had come to an end after the sexual storytelling event. He gave up on reasoning.
Perfect.
Elio wouldn't even know how he could change that. He just wasn't honorable enough to do the right thing. Or actually, he wasn't honorable. Period.
So now all his negative emotions were focused on a poor punching bag. No boxing gloves, no tapes. Just Elio's bare, and now also bloody fists.
All he knew was that his brother still hadn’t come around to visiting Savannah.
Thank God.
He didn't know what was holding him back but he also couldn't get involved. They were texting which usually turned into flirting, however, Elio tried to keep his distance just in case. It wasn't something he wanted. All he could think about was going to the girl and finally finishing what they'd started at the event.
"What has this bag ever done to you?"
A female voice rang from behind him. A soft and calm tone that made Elio stop.
Savannah was standing in the threshold of the gym, still dressed in her work uniform. She most likely had just finished her shift since it was after midnight and came straight from work. Her hair cascaded down her shoulders in soft waves and there were dark circles underneath her eyes. She looked extremely tired.
One corner of his mouth twitched up. "How did you find me here?"
She chuckled. "You forget that people talk. It's not that hard to find out where you like to hang out."
She came closer, her gaze not leaving the man. He was wearing only sports shorts that hung low on his hips, showing a v-line. His muscles were tense as he breathed heavily from the intense workout. His olive skin glistened, sweat dripping from every inch of his perfectly sculpted body. Savannah could only imagine hours upon hours spent in the gym to look like that.
He grabbed a towel from the bench, wiped his face before meeting Savannah halfway.
They were alone, thankfully.
"You shouldn't ask anyone about me, Savannah," he said. He appreciated that the interest wasn't one-sided but people could take it the wrong way. Las Vegas was big but not big enough that it wouldn't reach his father's ear.
"I know. I asked Megan, no one else. I'm not brave enough to do more. Going to the nightclub was out of the question and I hoped you wouldn't be there. Since the gym was close, I decided to check it out."
He raised his eyebrow. "I think you are brave. But do me a favor and don't go anywhere Famiglia-owned without me."
Elio didn't have to tell her twice. She was in no position to frequent such places. She wasn't a party girl or a part of the mafia life to do so. She nodded in agreement.
Her chest tightened as the man came up to her. There was barely any space between them. She had to look up to meet his eyes. The promise shone in them. However, the girl didn't know what it concerned just yet.
His palm stretched at the side of her neck, caressing it lightly. His thumb circled near the jawline. He leaned down, pressing his body against hers. Their lips inches apart and at the moment Savannah wanted to step on her tiptoes and close the space.
She didn't move.
Her coming to the gym was indication enough that she couldn't stay away. She needed him to take the next step so that she wouldn't feel like her feelings had completely overtaken her senses for no reason.
"Do you regret it?" he asked instead, surprising her.
She frowned.
Maybe it was because of how tired she was, but she couldn't figure out what Elio meant. He changed the topic out of the blue and she needed more information to answer him.
"What happened in Ecstasy," he added.
"Would I be here if I did?"
He smiled at the words. "Good."
Without waiting, he knocked the air out of her lungs by crashing his warm lips against her plump, velvety ones. His insistent mouth was parting her trembling lips, sending wild tremors along her nerves, inflicting sensations she had never known she was capable of feeling. Then she kissed him back, deeper.
He leaned even lower and grabbed her butt, pulling her up. She tangled her legs around his hips, her hands scratching his back. Each time he bit her lip, she drew her nails a little deeper which was bound to leave marks. And it turned Elio on even more.
He pulled the zipper of her dress down before grabbing the edge of the material and drawing it up. She immediately stretched her hands, helping him. However, he didn't get rid of it altogether. Instead, he stopped at her wrists, breaking the kiss. His eyes screamed with desire.
"Do you trust me?"
No.
The answer was easy. She didn't know Elio well enough to trust him. It was a hard privilege to earn. But she couldn't say it out loud. Because quite honestly he was the only person who made her break all her rules without much convincing. So there must have been a small piece of trust within her heart.
Elio caught up on her hesitation. "You can tell me to stop at any point," he reassured her.
Savannah sighed, knowing that whatever the man wanted to do, she was most likely going to like it and wouldn't want to stop. She nodded, nonetheless.
He kissed her again, stepping towards the vaulting horse before settling her down on it. Then, he tied the dress around her wrists tightly so she couldn't move them. And she fucking liked it. It was a little bit more sensuous than having Elio gripping them himself. This way he was free to do other things with both of his hands.
Just like that he unclipped her bra and threw it on the floor. Immediately Savannah felt exposed and tried to cover herself, bringing both hands to her chest. Him touching her in the club had been much easier than now. The gym was filled with dim light, however, he could actually see her body and judge what he saw. Desire didn't equal approval. Not always.
Elio wouldn't have it. He gripped her wrists and put them back up.
"Don't," he warned her. "I want to see you."
His lips travelled down to her neck, leaving wet marks. He massaged both breasts. She tilted her head back, moaning from the sensation. The man took his time, his touch lingering at every inch of her chest and stomach that after a while she forgot all her insecurities. She no longer cared as long as Elio didn't think of stopping.
She hoped he wouldn't play with her this time as he had before.
He parted his lips and closed them around her nipple. She gasped, steadying herself as not to fall from the horse. Never before had she thought that such a gesture could bring her so much pleasure.
It was incredible, overwhelming, and p
erfect.
She became instantly wet that not even her panties were of any use anymore.
"Bring your hand down," he ordered as he pulled back from her chest leaving her undone again.
Savannah followed his instructions. He glanced at her wrists. They were now a little red from the fabric that kept them together.
"I want more," he said.
She regarded him and her gaze darted down to the hard outline of him beneath his shorts. Without giving herself room to question her actions, she reached for him and cupped him through the material. He let out a sharp exhale and twitched against her palm.
Elio hadn’t expected her to make a move.
It only showed that she was done denying herself the pleasure and experience that she surely wanted to have. And he was the very last person who would put an end to this new-found courage.
Fingers shaking, she hooked them under Elio’s waistband and pulled his shorts down. His stomach rippled with tension, but he made no sound. Seeing as she was struggling to do it with her hands tied, he untied the dress and took her down, changing places. Now he was standing pressed against the vaulting horse, completely naked.
If Savannah thought seeing him without a t-shirt on was a wonderful sight, him being in front of her with nothing at all was even better. She had nothing to compare it to, however, Elio was big without a doubt. Especially now when he was hard.
She took a deep breath. She had no idea what to do. Sometimes she managed to forget how little she knew, but then things like this happened and it all came back.
She looked at Elio. He was a dominant one and she hoped that he could take that slight hint and direct her moves the way he wanted to.
He hooked his palm under her chin, flicking it up. The panic creeped on her and she was doing everything she could to silence it. Nothing bad was happening.
"Breathe," Elio whispered, kissing her lips softly.
If someone had told him before that he was capable of being gentle, he would have laughed at them. Maybe because he had never been with a virgin before, however, he also wasn't good enough to ask them. Some might actually have managed to hide it for all he knew. It wasn’t like he gave two shits as long as they wanted it.
But everything inside of him screamed to slow down and let Savannah come to terms with what they were doing. Her body was pushing her towards those actions. The problem was that the thoughts had to catch up to it. She was only half-way certain of what she really wanted. And pushing her wasn't his intention.
He drew a strand of her hair back.
She licked her lips and sank down to her knees in front of him. She curled her fingers around the base, and Elio released a low breath, but kept very still, giving her time. He would gladly tell her what to do, but waited for the moment she would actually need help.
It usually came naturally. Girls simply chose to freak out even though they had some sense of how everything worked in the first place. The execution might be lousy but rarely any man bothered to overthink it. Bringing them to their orgasms wasn't difficult.
She began moving her hand slowly, up and down. She felt his silkiness in her palm. Elio was enjoying her touch judging by the eagerness in his eyes. He looked as if he wanted to take control. Fist her hair and shove her face closer to his dick, making her suck it. And she wasn't fooling herself that he hadn't done just that with others. But she also didn't care.
She tightened her grip and sped up. Somehow it became easier then to hold his gaze even though it was still intimidating. He never darted his eyes from her, wanting to see every move she made to bring him to this state.
"You're doing good, baby girl," he grunted.
With this admission, something switched in Savannah adding grit to her actions. She let go when he was close. She licked her fingers which had a little pre-cum coating them but didn't try to continue.
Elio chuckled, amused; his tone low. "So you’re going to play dirty?" he asked. "Perfect. Let’s play then."
He grabbed his cock with one hand, the other threaded through her hair.
"Open your mouth."
She regarded him, knowing that she’d pushed him. And it made her even wetter.
"I am going to hell for that," she whispered.
"Then I'll see you there."
And just like she read his desires earlier she pushed all the way back. Gag reflex almost escaping her as she lost the chance to breathe for a few seconds. She knew what to expect but it still caught her aback. If he hadn’t been holding her head, she would’ve landed on the floor from the pressure.
She reached to his abdomen just as he restrained her hand, roughly shoving it back down. "You wanted to play. Square it away, baby girl."
He pushed deeper before drawing back, giving her the opportunity to catch her breath. The panic had completely disappeared and pure lust had creeped in. He was staring at her, smirking. However, there was something more that kept her attached. It didn't feel like it was nothing for him. Elio seemed almost at ease that it was happening.
"I knew you'd like it. Innocence doesn't reflect upon all aspects of your life. Not this one."
Her tongue finally synchronized with Elio's moves so she was able to whirl it before his cock hit the back of her throat. Each time he went deep but without the need to show her that she should play by his rules just as the first one had.
He fisted her hair, pulling her head back harshly.
Savannah closed her lips, feeling how swollen they had become. But Elio grabbed her chin, applying enough pressure to make her open them back again. He laughed.
"Tell me that you like it."
Even if she wanted to lie and say 'no', she couldn't. Not that he would believe her anyway. If her face wasn't revealing her desire to do that and much more with Elio, it only took one gesture to slide over her panties to feel the lie. She was soaking wet.
He cocked his eyebrow, waiting for her answer. "I do."
"You do what?" he teased her.
"I do like it," she managed to say.
Elio wanted to ask her further, however, his own urges made him rethink. "Suck my cock, Savannah," he said instead.
She didn't have to be told twice before letting him push himself in her mouth again.
Rough.
Hard.
Dirty.
He bit his lip as he hit her throat "Fuck," he groaned.
Hell.
It felt like hell.
Heaven.
It tasted like heaven.
They kept on going back and forth between Elio shoving his cock as far as possible and encouraging her to say how much she liked it. Just as it was turning him on, it was helping Savannah see what she desired exactly.
Nothing soft and gentle.
Not even at all.
"Perfect," he moaned before stopping. He tightened in her mouth and started to pull it back as the sperm kept on dripping, dragging through her tongue with a few drops left on her lips. He smeared it around first with his cock, then with his thumb. "Lick it away, baby girl," he ordered, pushing the tip of his finger past her teeth.
She held back, not knowing if she should swallow. She knew that many girls do. And Elio must have felt the cum inside her mouth as he hummed under his nose. "Swallow it."
And she did at last. The taste was a little salty but still so unusual that it seemed like nothing else.
Savannah breathed out.
He grabbed her elbows and pulled her to her feet. He looked at her with admiration before he kissed her once again. He could probably still taste himself on her. At least the after-taste. But he most certainly didn't mind as he deepened the kiss and drew away.
That was the moment she saw the difference in what she thought dominance was about. Being rough and leaving no room for refusal was nothing more than bullying while Elio added respect, consideration and an encouragement to stop him if she deemed fit. He might not have brought the best out in her through those actions, but he most certainly did the real her.
The one she didn't know she’d been keeping hidden.
"Are you alright, baby girl?" he asked.
"Other than being forever damned, yes."
Chapter Twenty-Eight
She carefully rolled on her side, her hand under her cheek as she looked at Elio. His features were much softer in sleep, almost angelic. His face illuminated by the moonlight that was falling through her window as fresh as a dewdrop, making gentle snuffling noises as he breathed.
He looked peaceful. It was hard to imagine that the same man could be dangerous by day. Carrying a gun, using his fists and harsh words to break people. He was everything that she was not. A monster hidden underneath who’d sold his soul for peace and instead found hell. Born to be brutal, heartless.
He wasn't much different than her parents. Yet Savannah couldn't look at him the same way she now would at them. They left. He was ready to do the same. Run away from any responsibility, live without the rules that the society imposed. The rules that implied that you had to be perfect in every way possible.
Aiden was her brother. Her responsibility. Elio sticking around wouldn't change that. But she understood the need to stay away. People in their twenties usually didn't do well with being restricted by any means or standards. It was the time to live life to the fullest. The way they wanted to. Which she had been denied.
Being a part of the Famiglia must have surely come with many horrors that she wouldn't even be able to imagine. That awful world that was chosen for him. The one that he so gloriously cherished. She could see the appeal but to become this person he’d had to undergo true torture one way or another. He lived with his demons, just as she lived with hers.
His heart thumped in synch with his slow, shallow breaths. Serenity was plastered across his face as he slept. The only movement was the slight rise and fall of his chest.
"I can feel you staring," he murmured before he opened his eyes.
It was around four in the morning. And it felt as if this hour had become theirs.
He smiled as he moved his thumb across her lips.
"Why didn't you sleep?" His voice was low but with the silence that was surrounding them, it was deafening. And since they were at her place, she started listening in on whether her brother was still sleeping. "Savannah."
