by Anna Widzisz
Too fucking bad. She would hear him one way or another.
Chapter Thirty-Six
She pressed her back to the doors, her head hanging low as tears were threatening to escape. Her breath grew shallow and she kept her palms tightened on the frame for some more balance before her legs gave out under her.
Right about now she was glad that Aiden had wanted to stay with Frank for the night so they could watch some historical documentary. If he saw the state she was in and realized who was on the other side of the door, he would be even more concerned. She wanted to save him the worry.
She heard a few footsteps getting closer and then she felt a pressure on the door.
"Savannah, please open," said Elio. His voice was soft and collected. He sounded defeated and the girl almost gave in to his plea.
She couldn't.
Going further into this relationship wasn't the right thing to do. It would break her when she’d only yesterday stopped crying herself to sleep. She missed him so much that it was almost ridiculous since they hadn’t known each other all that long. And with how his world looked like, what rules he was bound to, they would never move on together.
It just wasn't in the cards.
So she couldn't come up with an explanation as to why he was there.
"Let me in, baby girl," he pleaded, his words mixing with the downpour.
Savannah didn't answer, nor did she open. She slid down, tucking her knees under her chin. She closed her eyes, focusing on breathing. It wasn’t like Elio would linger much longer and she just had to survive whatever else he would say to make her invite him.
She wouldn't. She was strong enough not to.
Elio sighed. "Alright," he began. "I'll tell you anyway and you'll listen."
What? What else could there possibly be to say? She asked in her head. He saw her in the window when he got out of the car. He knew she was here and wasn't able to simply move on to doing some housework and completely ignore him.
"The truth is I don't know what my future holds. I could live fifty more years, or twenty. Fuck, for all I know I could die tomorrow." Pause. "I put my life out there every single day without as much as an afterthought, yet I drew the line here with you. I know I'm an asshole. No one can probably compare at this point, and I realize that I screwed up and hurt you in the process."
Savannah nodded, agreeing with what he said even though he couldn't see.
"I said things before and made you think that I was lying. I wasn't, Savannah. I wish I was, though. Because putting myself out there is one thing, putting my feelings for people to know is something I didn't want to do. It's fucking hard."
"Yes, it is," she whispered to herself.
"But I care about you and believe that whatever happened between us has a reason. It's not faith or destiny. Those things are bullshit. However, whatever it is I need it. I need you."
It became increasingly tough to wait it out and she started doubting herself. Maybe that was his goal. To wrap her around his little finger until she saw nothing but him.
He played games. He lied. He got what he wanted.
Always.
"I know I’m asking for too much probably and you have to think about yourself and your brother, but if you find it in yourself to try and see where this can go, I'm just one phone call away."
He then must have pulled out his keys and she heard a ring.
She rose, standing in her hallway, barefoot and in a tank top and shorts. Completely and utterly torn between what she knew was the right thing to do and what she wanted. The worst thing was that she was well aware of how little control she had when Elio was concerned. He took it all. Time and time again. And she was left with giving in because there was nothing left for her to do.
And she actually loved that as pathetic as it may sound.
With a heavy heart, she reached for the knob and opened the door, stepping out. Elio was downstairs, walking towards his car. It was pouring and he was already soaked, but in no rush to get inside.
This showed her that there was a slight hope within him that she might actually come after him. Say what he wanted to hear.
Savannah wanted to be that girl who counted the fucks she should give as they were flying by. Under normal circumstances, she could be, if she really tried. However, Frank was right. So right that it made her angry for giving in to such stupid emotion.
To be in love is to be destroyed.
It never ends well.
It never had for her parents. It had only broken them.
And they'd broken her in return.
She refused to do the same to Aiden because she couldn't control her feelings.
But she was fucking weak which she proved to herself with each step she took towards the man. She walked down the stairs, not caring that she was going to get wet or that she hadn’t even bothered with shoes.
She watched Elio unlocking the car doors the moment she stood still in the middle of the parking lot. "I need you, asshole," she said out loud.
Elio stopped and turned around.
"I hate it and I don't want to. I take responsibility, Elio. Every single goddamned day I do that because there's no other way. I think of how certain things will affect Aiden, I try to do right by him. I work and pay a large amount of money so he can have what I never had. One might say I take too much responsibility. But you take none. Not enough. Not even close."
She swallowed, shaking her head. "You put me in a situation where I cannot be sure of anything. And want me to accept it and dare to live a little," she repeated the words he had said to her on their first date. As if they were supposed to make it all alright.
"And I still need you," she added before she quickly came up to him and pressed her body to his, hugging him.
At first, the man hesitated before wrapping his arms around her fragile body and placing a single kiss on her head. They didn't care about the rain that was mercilessly hitting their bodies. Their clothes became heavy. His fingers were stroking her bare arms. Then Savannah looked up at him, searching for any reassurance that she wasn't putting herself out there for nothing. That at last Elio took it seriously.
"Don't expect me to be your happily ever after. I barely can see happy most of the time," she said.
Elio smiled and lifted her chin a little. He looked into her eyes. "Happy is overrated."
He leaned in.
"I'm not going to kiss you in the rain. It's so cliché. And I'm not about to catch a cold," she commented, pushing him away lightly and moved towards her apartment. Elio was still standing in the same spot. She turned around, frowning. "Are you coming or waiting for an invitation?"
He didn't have to be told twice.
Chapter Thirty-Seven
Wrapping his arms around her lower back, Elio crossed his wrists and pressed on her butt cheeks until his dick pressed against her sex. Her shorts and his pants were what blocked their further moves. A quiet gasp lodged in her throat. The tight pressure to her clit caused an intense ache.
Elio kept her up and to the wall, looking at her intently. Her strawberry and vanilla scent made him hard. The sweetness he felt added to the thought that each time he was corrupting her more and more. An innocence slowly fading away.
He loved that. There was so much potential in Savannah to be more that it almost felt like a sin not to use that to introduce her to everything that he had to offer. She was still learning what she liked and enjoyed most and now that she wasn't a virgin anymore it had opened new doors of possibilities.
He smirked at the thought of what he wanted to do to her. Then he breathed out and leaned in for a kiss just as Savannah turned her head right.
"Don't you think we have things to talk about?"
He rolled his eyes. "Talking can wait. I need your cunt around my cock now," he whispered into her ear as he remembered that the girl didn't live alone. He looked around, hoping that Aiden wouldn’t see the position they were in. Sex talk wasn't on the top of his list and listening to Savan
nah explain things to her brother wasn't either.
"He's not here." She quickly picked up on his thoughts, eliminating the last obstacle to act upon his needs. And he fucking needed Savannah.
His lips dropped to her neck leaving a wet trail from under her ear to her collarbone while his hands squeezed her ass cheeks, massaging them. She moaned loudly. There was no need to hold back, whatsoever.
They were dripping but took no account of that. Savannah, in her white tank top, showed the outline of her breasts with her nipples scratching against the fabric. The drops of water ran down her hair, falling onto her chest, wetting it even more.
He pinned her even harder to the wall, taking his hands off her for a second to pull his t-shirt off the way that a man could only do and still look fucking hot. The shape of his muscles glistened, her breath caught up in her throat. She placed her palms against his chest running her fingers over each of his scars down to his abdomen. She tightened her legs around his hips to steady herself.
"It's been too fucking long," he said, cupping her boobs through the material before he ripped it apart. He pulled her up a little more to gain better access. His tongue circled her nipple before he sucked it in.
Savannah groaned with arousal, yanking his hair a little. While Elio usually didn't like someone touching his hair, he loved that it was one of those natural gestures that the girl did when she needed more. Wanted more.
His cock twitched and a sigh fell from his lips. Yet he didn't draw back from her nipples.
She swallowed. "We really need to talk about it, Elio," she breathed out. "Your family won't let you disrespect the rules."
Elio cupped the back of her head, his eyes darkened with desire as he glanced at her. "I don't give a fuck about my family. The rules are meant to be broken. They are ridiculous and outdated."
"Doesn't mean you don't have to abide them, right? Only a week ago you were set on the thought that someday you'd have to marry a girl that would be chosen for you."
"Savannah, I really couldn't care less about that now that my cock is rubbing on your heat. All I can think about is fucking you senseless. Many fucking times in a row. Hard. Rough," he said planting kisses all over her body as he did. Reality was completely blocked for the next few hours. He knew the time would come for them to make a plan but for now, he only was certain of the fact that he wouldn't let her go. And if it meant going straight to his Capo to make a dangerous deal with him, he fucking would.
He didn't say that to Savannah.
Part of her wanted to continue to make him see reason, however, she felt his erection and could no longer form a coherent sentence. She curled her fingers over his arms, then pressed her naked chest to his. She wanted to feel his skin.
"Do you trust me?"
She tensed. It was such a loaded question that at this moment she didn't know how to answer.
Yes?
No?
"Doesn't fucking matter," he grunted, answering himself.
He untangled her legs from around him and put her down before turning her around so she was now with her back to him. He tore the shorts and panties down, revealing her perky ass.
Savannah arched, her palms against the wall. Her eyes travelled to each move the man made. She was watching as he grabbed her cheeks and squeezed them hard. There were red marks that quickly disappeared. He got to his knees moving his lips from her thighs up, biting her skin from time to time. Moans escaped her mouth one by one.
"Spread your legs, baby girl," he demanded and she did.
His hand moved in between them and his fingers started tracing her heat, spreading her wetness all over the sex. He pinched her lips, making her twitch. She climbed on her tiptoes under the pressure. "Fuck."
Elio played with her pussy but didn't put his fingers in when Savannah was sure that he would. He once again used the orgasm control bullshit that she hated so much. She needed slightly more to cum all over his hand and he was perfectly aware of this.
And out of nowhere he stopped, stood up, walked off towards her bedroom. Savannah took a deep breath, her brows drawing together, wondering what he was doing. After a few seconds she followed. Elio had opened one of her drawers and was searching for something.
"Perfect," he said, pulling out one of her bandanas. It was red - her favorite one.
"How did you know that I had one?"
Elio smirked. "I saw you wearing it in the diner the other day." He closed the drawer with his hip and pointed towards the bed. "Lay down."
The girl nodded. "I had it on Tuesday. I didn’t see you come in," she commented, going back to that day. He had no reason to come there. At least not when they had been fighting. Not to mention that she actually kept a track of when he was coming for the money. It wasn't that time yet.
"We have strict orders to guard our establishments. I happened to be there on Tuesday for a few hours," he explained. "Extend your hands."
She listened.
Elio took her wrists and tightened the bandana around them, restricting her movements. He pushed her further until her back was flat against the mattress. A shiver ran down her spine and she wasn't even sure if it was caused by the hunger in Elio's eyes or the fact that she was still wet from standing in the rain before.
He tugged his pants down and his cock sprang free. It was already stiff and leaking pre-cum. He moved his hand along its length and got on the bed, hovering over Savannah. He brought her wrists above her head and extended his arms on both sides of her. A few inches separated their bodies.
"I'm not going to be gentle, Savannah," he informed her but it really wasn't necessary since she could see it in his eyes already. And the mere thought of him not holding back turned her on even more.
It will still hurt for sure but she didn't mind. It was the case of her getting adjusted to his length this time around.
"I need you to tell me you understand."
She nodded.
"No. Use your words."
He rubbed his cock at her pussy slightly.
"Do your worst," she moaned, pulling her hips up.
"Fuck, don't say things like that to me," he grunted and with one move he impaled her fast and deep. His lips crashed on hers as she screamed into them. The pain spread through her, slowly fading into a mix of pleasure and arousal that she hadn't felt before. He reached her cheek with one hand, swallowing her sounds altogether.
"Goddamnit, you're tighter than I thought," he breathed out. "Keep still, baby girl."
She focused on his tongue dominating her mouth and his teeth biting her lips lightly. She could feel his cock twitching inside her but he waited a little bit before he pulled out so the moves wouldn't make Savannah shift, causing her to bleed from the tension.
Her hands struggled against his hold. She wished she could press them on his back just like the last time. However, Elio didn't let her. He had the control and she was to listen to him and follow his orders.
Elio broke the kiss and tilted his head to lock eyes with her. Desire shone in his amazing green eyes before the smirk graced his lips yet again. Her nails scratched his palm, showing him what she wanted.
"You made a masterpiece all over my back last time," he beamed.
The scratch marks had been visible for a few days, reminding him how much pleasure they both had felt. Each time he looked in the mirror to see those red lines, it gave him an erection immediately. For the first time, such little things had turned him on more than any porn or blowjob had ever done. Elio knew now that it was only because of Savannah. No other girl could do what she had without actually trying.
He slowly thrust in and out of her. "Keep your hands up, baby girl," he whispered and freed her wrists, trusting that she would listen. He, then, gripped her thighs, pulling them up and spreading her legs further. Her body heated and it affected her, causing her to moan loudly. His cock hit a better opening and she felt every inch of him filling her up. Her walls clenched around it.
He kept up the pace, his pupils dilated.
Savannah couldn't take her eyes off him. Watching his abs flexing, the veins on his muscled arms were enough to make her forget the tongue in her mouth. Those little things; the way he pulled his shirt off, the way he gripped her body, the dimples she had seen on his back, the veins from the strength he put in holding her and guiding her legs apart, her knees touching the sheets. It was marvelous.
He was shaped like a fucking Greek God and she couldn't even say she exaggerated when comparing him to such a figure. The scars were the only indication that he was far from perfect. Yet so amazingly real and true that it added to his attractiveness.
Without pulling out of her, he turned them around that Savannah was now straddling his thighs. Elio's length felt totally different when she was on top.
She regarded him carefully, trying to find the answer as to why he did that. His dominating nature didn’t leave room. At least that's what she’d thought until now.
Her tied wrists were in front of her stomach under the impact.
"Ride me, baby girl," he said sitting up comfortably.
"Since when you let me do that?" she asked curiously.
"I told you I want you to find what you like and that means also taking charge. I rarely do this so take advantage of the opportunity."
No experience, or anything she decided to just figure it out as she went. She put her palms on his chest, sliding her nails through it ever so lightly.
Elio moaned.
Savannah had just realized that as much as she loved putting all the feelings she felt into her fingertips, causing her to dig her nails deep, Elio treated it like another stimulus, driving him crazy. She repeated the movements a few times before lifting her ass. The cock slid out from her pussy, leaving only the tip in.
Another scratch.
Another moan.
She lowered down, her sounds mixing in with Elio's as he did.
"Fuck, Savannah,"
Her stomach tensed and she smiled. She started riding him with more confidence, seeing as he thrived upon her moves. Her hips found their pace and increasing it with time while Elio teased her nipples, pinching them and licking. Then he gripped her and held her down so that he was balls deep inside her.
