The kiss wasn't sweet. Actually, it was fueled with passion and fire, igniting every spark on my body.
He unzipped my dress, opened my hair in loose messy hair, but when I attempted to remove my heels, he pinned me down on his bed.
He stared at me for a long time and sighed what I would call, was awe.
"You've tattoos and...piercing." He mumbled.
"You don't like them?" I asked, hesitantly.
He shook his head, "They are beautiful. You are beautiful. It's who you are."
I smiled. My right side, from the top of my breasts to my hipbone, was covered in tribal and floral art. I also had a small tattoo of a phoenix just above my ass. My vagina was pierced, along with my left breast. and a small tattoo covered my side thigh.
They all held meanings, from my parents, my sister and Leo and Ella.
They all depicted misery and loneliness, but he didn't need to know that.
Most of my past boyfriends didn't like them, since most of the tattoos were done at the age of eighteen. But these tattoos were the only thing I didn't want to change.
No matter what everyone else thought.
"You don't share them." He pointed out and i nodded. I knew he was curious but he decided against it and gave a kiss on my collarbone, earning a moan from me.
I attempted to remove my heels again, along with the continuous moans coming out, but he gave the piercing of my left breast, an unexpected lick.
"Heels are sexier." He whispered, his breath falling on my bare breasts.
I shivered, arching my back as he sucked and twirled my hardened nipples underneath his fingers, while trailing kisses and bites down my valley, stomach, belly button and finally stopped just above my vagina.
"Aromatic." He whispered, his nose just on top of my clit.
I moaned, when he quickly gave a lick on my clit, with the piercing. His hands explored my breasts and continuously twirled my peaked nipples, which sent shivers through my spine and deep down, my pussy clenched in anticipation.
He looked at me from between my legs and seductively sucked roughly on the pierced clit, while his breath felt cool on my shaved pussy. As swiftly and roughly the suck came upon my clitoris, he lapped his wet tongue around my pussy lips and tasted my flowing juices - orgasm was yet to come. My back arched, as I gripped the head rest and moaned, loudly. The heels dug on the covers, from my pleasurable bends.
I breathed heavily when he left them and looked at me from top, assessing my face.
He smirked at me, but my eyes stayed on them for a moment because my mind caught the wetness on his luscious lips, the darkness in his grey eyes and the messy hair that fell on his head.
"Milady, would you give me permission to fuck you?" He said with mock seriousness.
Controlling my laughter, and thanks to the sudden boost in confidence, I spread my legs wider and smirked.
"But the offer for fucking me..." I trail, "Is it with fingers with dick?"
He laughs, throwing his head back, "Damn, I never thought I was going to chat during sex."
I freeze but visibly relax. So her fucks with vigor but this was his first. What can I say, I was a bit proud.
But I don't think he planned to talk during sex. So immediately and swiftly his head again goes between my legs. Except this time, he looks at me from under his lashes and smirks.
I gasp, "Fuck!"
"You're so dripping wet." He growls, "And for me."
His long slender work their own magic as he inserts them one by one in my pussy. Keeping the quick pace and rhythm, he stretches my pussy with - what I suppose - four fingers. After all, I am now like a mist, light and euphoric.
Never have I experienced myself getting fucked just by four fingers.
And if I thought this couldn't get any better, it does, somehow.
I let out a mixture of grunt and moan, when the pure bliss just became ten times stronger.
His knuckles flexed inside my pussy, stretching them like a fucking rubber band. If it was in other circumstance or place, I would've screamed and believed the man was an A-class creepy asshole. But Vincent knew what he was doing, as he brought me immense pain and pleasure with his fist fucking.
"Your pussy so tight!" Vincent growls, "It feels so damn good."
I shudder because a orgasm is on the way, but before I can release, Vincent fucking Thompson decides to tease me, and retracts his hand in one go, leaving my pussy as a gaping hole.
"Vincent!" I give an animalistic growl, full of annoyance.
"As much as I want to hear you scream my name," He kisses my temple, lingering there, "but there's still so much time and it's fun to tease you."
I narrow my eyes, but my the same eyes widen momentarily.
"Shit." I curse under my breath.
He is busy to roll a condom on his massive cock, to hear me curse. I'm surprised how he is able to roll the condom so easily on his big veined cock, but again, I shouldn't be surprised because he's like a sex God walking on the earth with a huge sex drive.
"Tasty, huh?" He grins from above my laid naked body.
I wet my lips at the sight of it, smirk at him and nod.
"I like your confidence, Querido." He smirks back.
Before I can speak, or tell him to quench my thirsty dripping and needy pussy, he spreads my legs further and enters in one swift movement.
On its own, my back arches, my fingernails dig on his broad shoulders, up and down and my heels clutch on his lean waist, creating - I suppose - markings on his waist. The slapping of his balls against my pussy resonates through the bedroom, as e clutches on the headrest above me. My eyes drift to his biceps which flex above me, and before I could comprehend or rather, think, his mouth lands upon mine, taking my moans away with his passionate kiss. His dick dives deeper into my pussy, hitting my g-spot.
"Fuck!" He growls.
"Oh fottuto dio!" I yell.
We both release together, and shudder in complete euphoria. He leans down, his biceps either side of my head and nuzzles my neck. Our warm breaths makes us even warmer and I feel him smile against my hair.
"Your Italian is sexy." He nuzzles deeper, sniffing my perfume.
"I cursed." I say, for no apparent reason.
"I figured," He chuckles, looking at me with those grey eyes of his, "You can't actually say proper words during sex."
I laugh and stare at him.
He removes a few strands of hair from my face and stares back. Seeing the deep swirl of silver specks in his grey eyes and the small genuine smile on the corner of his lips, I realize in horror that I had sex with Vincent, I loved the sex and I like how he is staring at me.
In brief, I actually like him.
Maybe seeing the horror in my face, he frowns, "Something wrong?"
"No-Nothing." I stammer, all the confidence of earlier, seeping away. Maybe it was the affects of the wine that made me brave but now after this wonderful sex, I feel it ebbing away.
Deciding not to ruin the moment, I smile, "Just the time."
He chuckles, "You almost made me forget. Let's get you dressed up."
I watch as he wears a burgundy dress suit, with a white shirt underneath, matching my maroon-burgundy dress. It makes my heart warm and the next moment dread settles. All the way, as I dress myself, I think about his hands on mine as they had explored me like a treasure chest. But the advices, past encounters and consequences come shortly after.
First advice to avoid stalking: Do not have sex or any type of physical attachments.
But I just did that, and experienced the best sex in my life. It was worth it, yes, there wasn't a doubt. But the way my heart is warming at the sight of his smiles and my mind which tells me there is a future, tells me that what is coming is more than just simple physical attachment.
Trying - but failing, miserably - not to dwell on the future facts, I roll my eyes as he slaps my ass, playfully.
We reach the venue, in Vincent's car. I had decided not to take my car, because it was a long way, and I didn't know the place.
"This is my house." He motions towards a large villa, not a house.
"With all the talking we had done for the past one hour drive, I thought you would mention it."
"I would've." He chuckled, "But I was too busy staring at your breasts and legs."
I grinned, narrowing my eyes at his crotch, "I noticed."
Before he could open the door like every gentleman does, I myself did so and stood up in my heels. And yes, about these heels. I would perhaps, keep it as a memento for my best sex.
"Let's go." he whispered, his lips dangerously close to my ears.
His hand settled on my waist and moved up and down, a frown settling on his face.
"You aren't wearing panties."
I wet my lips and smirk, "Yes. Does that bother you?"
"Oh yes, Querido." He grabs my ass in the dim light, "It bothers me that you'll be in front of every men."
I roll my eyes at his possessiveness and step into the villa.
His possessiveness, is something I liked at the moment, because it makes me wanted, though somewhere, I know it's actually fatal. I should be scared, and maybe somewhere, I am but the small smile that tugs at my lips tell me that I should push off the scare.
Several expensive cars, of every range are parked. It does seem very extravagant but I've seen enough to know this is all just for publicity.
And where I expected a lot of cameras and lights, there is hardly anyone. I guess, they won't know about my identity after all.
Vincent's mother's Villa - I decided to call it - reeked of sophistication and elegance. Just as I step inside, maids rush to my aid, asking me if I need anything. Anyone else would've thought of actually babbling that they need assistance but I nod towards them and wave them of. It wasn't arrogance or my coldness that I just showed, it's actually how I interact in public places.
Another lesson of Leo that I learned for several years.
"My Boy!" A nasally high-pitched voice falls in my ear, making me wince.
Between the small crowds of people, a petite woman with brown hair - just the same shade as Vincent - comes towards us, her heels clacking on the tiled floor.
She's dressed in a sleek jittery green ball gown, and her dark brown hair was pulled up in a tight bun. She was very slim as if she didn't eat for months and a big necklace adorned her boney neck. And yes, her face was completed properly with makeup.
I couldn't decide if she was wicked or actually down-to-earth.
Vincent's large frame bent down to hug his petite mother and I saw his face go into a blank look. Everyone would've thought he wasn't happy to see her, even I did, except a small smile at the corner of his lips gave him away.
"Hello, Mom." He said, once they separated.
His mother looked with the brightest smile and a glimmer on his face, but it quickly turned into a scowl when she looked at me.
His hand came back to my waist, giving me the warmth that I missed in the short span.
Sweet motherfucking Lord, I was again being a mess just like my past self.
"This is my girlfriend." Vincent looked down at me with adoration and love.
I blinked at saw his mother frown. His look was so intense, I actually believed that he wasn't pretending, but I wasn't that naïve to think it really.
"I am Amara Ronaldi, Ma'am." I presented my hand forward.
"Nice too meet you, Amara." She took my hand in a firm grip, "I am Cheryl Thompson, Vincent's mom."
I blankly stare at her as she gives me another scowl. Someone doesn't like me here, okay.
Vincent takes my hand and we both walk to the garden outside. It would be hard to call it a garden, because everything is perfectly lit. Small crowds were here too and when I saw a hand in a bright pink full sleeves, I wasn't the least bit surprised.
"Hello Nyla." I smile to the forever jovial Nyla.
"Oh!" She gushes, hugging me, "You look beautiful."
"You look more gorgeous." I smile genuinely this time.
In truth, she really does. Her color choice isn't to my liking but the dress matches perfectly with her blond hair. It gives good vibes and people, or rather men, would be happy to see her, displaying those curves.
"Vincent!" She chirps, "You look handsome as ever."
He winces a little, glaring at her, "I know."
She rolls her eyes, "Sure, you do."
I leave them for a while, and head towards to grab a glass of wine. I sip slowly and feel it go down my throat, building a slow fire. Damn, it tastes good, but not much than my favorite.
"Is it good?" A hand grabs my butt, making me shiver uncomfortably, "I hope so, Princess."
And with that, a hard slap landed on the anonymous bastard's face. The sound was so loud, almost everyone's head turned towards me.
"You bi-" Kayden tried.
I placed my hand on his bicep, trailing it up and down, smiling seductively. Like everyone in the room, I think he also fell for my antics, as he smirked, like a motherfucking piece of shit. But as quickly as his smirk, it became replaced by a scowl.
I forcefully bent his arm, making him wince. I wanted to kick him but it's quite hard when you're in a dress, so, I kicked him in his groin and stamped my right heel on his left foot, making him grunt. The scowl and grunt sure brought me satisfaction.
I knew these heels were gonna be the best mementos.
"Leave him." A stern voice said, from behind me.
I left him on the ground, like the shit he was and looked around. Some had a look of awe, mostly from the maids; some held fear in their eyes, but I wasn't that scary though; and a lot of people held smirks on their face.
"Who you might be?" The man asked.
I looked at him and realized he looked awfully familiar. Who was I kidding?
Vincent's father held the same smirk on his face.
"I am Amara Ronaldi." I shake his hands, "Your son's girlfriend."
"Girlfriend?" He gives me an odd look, and then stares at his son and ex-wife, who's standing beside Vincent, for a moment. Then he again turns to look at me with a genuine smile on his face.
"What do you do?" He asks, sipping through his glass of wine, holding a comfortable stance.
"Is this an interrogation?" I ask, blinking. It feels like it.
"No, Amara." He chuckles, glaring down at Kayden as he tries to curse, and turns back at me, "Just a conversation."
"I'm the CEO and Founder of Chiara Designs." I said, holding a comfortable stance just like the man in front of me, "What is your name, Sir?"
His brows shoot in surprise, "I am Alexander Phillips and wait. You're not bluffing right?"
"It's obvious you know about my company." I chuckle.
"Nice too meet you." He grins but the same nasally voice from earlier cuts him, "My God!"
Almost before I could blink, she gives me a tight hug, with her petite frame and I'm almost knocked off by the weight of the ball gown. She smiles at me - a warm smile, may I add - shoots Alexander a glare and takes my hand.
"Call me Cheryl, Amara." I frown at her sudden kindness, and yells, "This is my son's girlfriend!"
Was she for real? Just a minute ago she was determined to kill me with her scowl and as soon as she knows, who I am, her whole demeanor changes. I thought I was free from Cheryl's nasally voice screaming in my ear, but I was so very wrong.
"Get started!" She yells, making me wince and Vincent, grinning at me.