"We didn't share art classes. Her craft is fine art, and I was abstract. But the classrooms were side by side" Raven paused and unclenched his shirt from her fist and smoothed out the wrinkles. She drew small circles on his chest as she wanted to distract herself while she spoke about her trauma.
Would he think of her differently, she worried.
"She is a badass you know; she is a tattoo artist now. She is amazing at it, that guard today was begging for an appointment." She giggled as she remembered. "You normally have to wait months to see her." She said proudly.
"Really." Angelo asked, he didn't get the concept of marking your body but most of his men had tattoo's so maybe that's how she felt comfortable enough to threaten him. Men like him didn't scare her.
"Mmm hmm. Her dad owns a boxing gym she can look after herself, unlike me." She paused.
He glanced down and noticed her biting her bottom lip, with his thumb he released her pillow like lip smoothing it.
She nuzzled into him and continued, "We used to meet for dinner and go home every day together… one day a few guys from the woodwork shop saw me painting alone and…" She buried her head into his chest even further.
He wanted to say she didn't have to tell him anymore, but he needed to hear it, he needed to know everything that had happened since they parted. The good and the bad.
She took a deep breath and rushed out her words for fear of not being able to say them, "It all happened so fast, before I knew it, I was pinned on the floor. I let out one scream before they, they covered my mouth."
She looked up into those deep eyes assessing him, was he judging her she wondered.
"I think Rory heard me scream and before they could… you know do anything she came in." A small prideful smile filled her face. "As I said she is badass. One guy was blinded, and the others didn't fair to well either."
Angelo's body was stiff, rage coursing through his veins like molten lava.
"Angelo?" She felt him tremble. She sat up and held his face making him look at her. "Are you upset with me?" She whispered.
He shook his head clearing his murderous thoughts, "How could you think that la mia alba? I am only angry at them and myself."
He would torture and gut those men, if he ever finds them.
"Why are you angry at yourself?" Her perfect brows furrowed in wonder at his response.
He kissed her forehead, "Because while we were apart you were not safe." He leaned his forehead against hers and continued, "I am grateful to your friend Rory." He was glad she was safe and, in his arms, now.
She chuckled, "I am too. I owe her my life and my sanity. I wouldn't be the same if… If they had been able to succeed."
He groaned and leaned back holding her flush against his body.
"Do you remember their names?" He asked, his voice hard.
She leaned back and put her hand on his chest, "Do not even think about it. It was many years ago now. I don't remember their names, even if I did, I would not tell you."
"What about Rory." He eyed her, he needed to avenge her.
"She… she probably does." She lightly shrugged her shoulders before continuing. "She made sure they were punished after and dealt with everything back then. I was a bit of a mess; she kept me safe and then when I tried to become a hermit, she dragged me out of bed and back into the art room."
"She became like my shadow back then to make sure I felt safe and if she hadn't of dragged me back into the art room. I probably wouldn't have returned on my own." She got up and held out her hand waiting on him.
Angelo held her outstretched hand and allowed her to pull him up, his anger releasing from his body. Her small hand in his calmed his heart, but his head settled when he thought of paying Rory a visit at her shop for a quiet conversation.
She pulled him into his large, marbled bathroom and started to pull off her top and leggings. She was bare before him in mind and body now. She didn't miss his hungry eyes on her.
She stepped away to turn the shower on and he grabbed for her, she laughed, "I'm just turning the shower on." She glanced up and down his still clothed body. "Are you joining me or just going to stand there."
A wolfish grin spread across his face, "You don't have to ask me twice."
She turned the handle of the shower and the water rained down, as it started to heat mist rose from the floor. She kept her eyes on Angelo as he peeled of each layer. His body was heart pounding and mouth-watering.
She backed up and got under the shower, the water doing nothing to dose the heat rising from her core. She tipped her head back, closing her eyes and allowed the water to run over her head and down her curves.
It wasn't long before she felt his hands on her body, he turned her around and his hand left her body for a moment then returned as he began washing her hair tenderly then her body.
His hands where strong yet gentle as he washed her body, she enjoyed every trace. She leaned against the cold tiles and closed her eyes tilting her head back.
He left her core for last as he thoroughly explored her. Then his hands left her panting and wanting more. Her eyes flew open with need, seeing him smirking and the fire in his eyes she decided to give him a taste of his own medicine.
He bent down, seeing the shampoo in her hands and she washed his hair. He moaned at that, and she took note he liked her hands in his hair.
She again turned to take the shower gel and lovingly caressed his body as she washed every tight and toned muscle leaving his hardness for last. She liked her lips and stroked his hard member. He cursed and she smiled knowing he was revelling in it.
The water washed away all the soap bubbles and she grinned as she knelt down and engulfed his hot member in her mouth.
He cursed again and his hand fell to her hair. She loved the feeling, although she was on her knees at this moment, she had the power.
As she moved her head, she swirled her tongue around the tip. Moments later hot liquid filled her throat, and he gave out a loud groan as he came.
She swallowed and looked up at him as she liked her lips, his eyes hazy with lust.
She was then swooped off the floor and she gave a small squeal of delight as he carried her to the bedroom.
"Wait." She giggled. "We are both soaked. She pushed his chest and he let her down.
"I don't care." He murmured kissing her everywhere as he backed her up to the bed.