✴Isabella Marciano POV✴
Because I was stubborn as hell and stupid, I dated Kon. This was a side track and I have to wake up from this dream soon. A dream named Konstantine Zafeiriou.
''What's that perfume?'' his hands tightened around me. No wonder girls fall for his charm. He can be attentive and sweet when he wants to be. Kon showered me with gifts and attention since we started seeing each other exactly three weeks ago.
Time definitely flies by when you're busy… and happy. Yes, I have to admit it, I am happy with him. Something I haven't allowed myself to feel since I died. It's a strange thing to say but I died that day at the cliff in Mexico.
''My perfume?'' Kon nods. We are now cuddling in his beach house, a place that became my personal favorite from all his properties. ''It's a special perfume that I won't tell you.''
Kon chuckled and pulled me closer to his body. His couch was big enough to fit five people but he wanted me to sit on his lap while we watched the Bourne marathon.
He nuzzled his face closer to my neck ''I like that smell.''
''Stop that'' he was surprisingly touchy, something girls mostly do. ''it tickles'' he decided to grow stubble and tickle me most of the time.
''Tell me'' he can be very persuasive when he wants to, just so you know.
''It's just something from John. I think it's called bare vanilla"
"And your lipstick?"
"What?" I angled my face to see him, wiggling my bum a little making him groan. "Why are you interested in my lipstick?"
Kon smiled mischievously, "I like the taste."
"It's watermelon chapstick" I pouted my lips "what if I smell bad? You won't like me anymore?"
It's surprising how easy I can talk to Kon about silly stuff.
"No" he grins "I'd still want you even if you're not beautiful anymore. Even if you smell like durian, even if your lips aren't as soft, I'd still kiss you."
My heart was turning into a putty for this man.
"Why are you crying?" he reached for my face and wiped my cheeks with his thumb. "Don't cry, agapi mou. I hate seeing you cry."
"Why do you have to be perfect?" I wiped my tears with the back of my hand.
He smirked, "because I am." I rolled my eyes and I felt his hold on me tightened. "Do that again and I'll punish you again."
Why did that sound so erotic? I bit my lip "what kind of punishment?"
"Wouldn't you want to know? Such a naughty girl, Red" he roughly threw me on the couch.
"Kon!" I shrieked when I landed on my back. "What the hell!?"
"Shhh" he held my wrist and pinned them above my head. "Stay still" he warned, his body hovering over me. "panemorfi" I blushed under him.
"Kon…" my voice came out thick with desire.
"Tell me" his face was so close that I could smell his aftershave. "Tell me what you want.''
My body was a traitor as I trembled under his intense gaze "fíla me." (Kiss me)
He did not have to be told twice. Kon dipped his face and claimed my lips. Nipping them like they were his favorite food. He seamed my lower lips, teasing me when I parted them for him. I felt him smile before invading my mouth with his tongue. Massaging mine as he tasted every nook of my unskilled mouth.
He lifted his face for a little while to stare into my flushed state. "I'm not your first, right?"
Was it that obvious?
My silence seemed to answer his question. He smirked before smashing his lips against mine again. I can't do much but to follow his skillful lead because my hands were being restrained by his tight grip.
"No one can touch you but me" he planted wet kisses on my jaw until he nibbled my earlobes. "dikos mou." (mine)
All I could do was moan under him. His warm breath, lips, and tongue were sending me to a place I've never been before. A euphoria of sensations flooding my hazed sanity. All I can focus on was his touch, how good he makes me feel when he is in control. Control was something I held on to, knowing everything was my only defense in everything but I like submitting to the man above me. He can have me if he wants me and I have nothing against it if everything will be this good.
"Kon…" I moaned when he let go of my wrist.
"Keep them there, Baby girl" he guided them back above my head. "Let me take care of you."
I've never done this before, not that no one tried, it was because I'm terrified. Images of my cousin Enzo trying to touch me this way flicker in my mind. Suddenly, I felt so disgusted, dirty. Enzo's face when he smiled at my weak state awakened me, that every other man's touch was reminding me of him. The tightening in my stomach turned sour and I wanted to vomit.
But maybe, just maybe, I can do it with Kon. I knew in my heart that I wanted him the moment I saw him at that coffee shop. There is an invisible pull that draws me to him.
He nipped my exposed collarbone, leaving marks as he trailed down my skin. I closed my eyes focusing only on the man above me. On his touch, on his lips, on his kiss. No one else...
Think of no one else Isabella...
Just focus on Kon...
He is not Enzo...
He is not him...
I opened my eyes when he stopped moving.
"What's wrong?" His gray orbs were tainted with anxiousness. "Are you okay?" he helped me to sit up. "Hey, I'm sorry. Did I do something wrong?"
"Kon…" tears were threatening to fall from my eyes.
"Baby, talk to me" he pulled me in his arms and my tears broke like a damn. "Did someone hurt you?" I sobbed.
Having John was great but I can't share everything with him. There are some things I had to keep to myself. I had to act strong around him but in reality, I was broken. I was still broken after all these years. They broke me inside out.
"Red, tell me who hurt you." Kon cupped my cheeks, wiping my tears for the second time today. "Baby, I can't help you if you won't talk to me."
I shake my head "I can't."
"Why? I can protect you, Red. Just tell me who did this to you."
There are a thousand reasons why I can't tell him anything. It will unravel everything and he'll know that I'm just using him. I'm scared that Kon will loathe me.
"Just hug me, Kon" I plead and I was glad that he willingly obliged. "I'll tell you, but not today. Just hold me."
"Okay. Just stop crying agapi mou" I nod and buried my face in his chest.
True to his words, Kon did not let go of me. He held me in his arms until I fell into a dreamless sleep.
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