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Family Business

He holds her up against the cold bathroom wall, letting her wrap her legs around his waist and her arms around his shoulders.

They’re pressed tight, she can feel the piece of iron hidden under his jacket. He hasn’t taken it off, to make things as quick as he can, only caring to lower his pants down enough to free his erection.

His firm body keeps her pinned to the hard surface, making it impossible for her to move her hips. Not that she would complain, she loves sitting back and enjoying it as he pounds into her in a punishing pace, moaning and gasping at every sharp thrust.

“Shut-fuck..shut up!” He snarls through his teeth as his hand comes to her face to cover her mouth. He too, is trying his hardest to hold back.

She knows how much Matteo loves to be vocal; she’s had the pleasure of seeing him with no self restraints the only two times they have been able to be like this alone, and not in a house full of soldiers and relatives. He was so passionate, giving her way more than the low groans he’s allowing now.

He keeps his lips attached to her neck, fighting the urge to suck and bite not to leave any marks, only grunting as he quickens his pace.

His public bone beats repeatedly on her clit, stimulating the bundle of nerves until the wave expands throughout her whole body, making her shut he eyes curl her toes.

“Teo! Oh-Please you..come inside.” She manages to utter through her constant moaning.

His hand tightens over her mouth to the point it almost hurts, but he’s heard her already. The words give him the final push that makes him see white, but he doesn’t comply to her request, pulling out at last instead, and spraying his hot seed all over her sex.

“Stop fucking saying that.” He scolds her after he’s regained his breath, as he removes the hand from her mouth and helps her unlock her legs from his body.

“Why?” She asks innocently, earning a stern look from him.

“You know why.” He replies, ripping a peace of toilet paper and moving a foot between hers to spread her legs.

“You love it.”

He stays silent, and she knows she’s right. Who wouldn’t? But they can’t take any risks.

She lets out a chocked gasp as Matteo’s hand gently swipes on her sex to clean the mess of fluids there, moving to her thighs way too soon.

He won’t admit it, but he’d love nothing more than to have her spend the rest of the night with his come sticking to her skin, hidden under a fancy dress and a pretty facade.

But no, they have to be careful. One wrong step, and it would be over. Screwing one of their women in the boss’ house? They would have his head.

He is supposed to be a man of honor, and not giving in to the lust when it comes to a woman in any way related to another man of honor, is a commandment. He shouldn’t even look at her, but she makes it so damn difficult.

He fixes her underwear and her dress, before throwing the damp paper in the toilet and taking another piece to clean himself as well.

“I can help you.” She moves closer to him with a sultry smile on her lips. He won’t fall for it.

“Stop it.”

She ignores him and reaches for his crotch as he throws this paper in the toilet as well, but he is fast to grab both of her wrists in a tight grip.

“Enough!” He snaps, as he pushes her back against the wall. His jaw clenches and the vain on his forehead starts to pulse.

She ignores the pain in her back, her attention is fixated on his eyes. They have a glint in them, a spark she knows comes out when he’s working. Working. She knows he’s a violent man, they all are, and a distant part of her brain warns her not to push too hard on his buttons.

But she loves to tease him, and after all, she hasn’t got much to loose. If she really looks at the bigger picture, what would happen to her? She’s invisible in her family, only invited to the event for pure formality. At least let her have some fun, let her give them something real to despise her for.

But another part of her lets emotion take over; she doesn’t love Matteo, it’s not what brings them together. She knows she uses him just to spite the family, as well as she knows he uses her for his own selfish reasons, whatever they might be. Still, a pang of guilt and maybe a pinch of sadness envelopes her at the thought of something bad happening to him. So she decides to step back for tonight.

“I’m sorry.” She masters her most innocent looking face she knows he loves so much.

He seems to calm down easily, sighing as he releases her wrists.

“Tu mi fai uscire pazzo, mi fai, eh picciotta?” (You drive me crazy, little girl) He positions himself in front of her, hands on his hips and head shaking slowly. It almost looks like an angry parent lecturing their rebellious kid.

“I’m sorry.”

“Se, se..” (Yeah, yeah..) He brushes her off, turning to face the sink and look at his reflection in the mirror that hangs over it. He checks his hair, his tie, the collar of his shirt. Everything needs to be smooth.

She looks at him through the glass and suppresses a smirk at the annoyance he gives away when he notices the trace of red lipstick on his left palm.

“Don’t I get a kiss?” Now, that was an unspoken rule.

It mostly concerned the matter of the lipstick. He spent at least ten minutes to wash it away from his own lips the first time they hooked up, and he ended up being late for an important reunion.

“I gave you enough, don’t you think?” He dries his hands and turns back to her.

“Yeah. But I always need you.”

Little minx. That, right there, is where his condemnation lays. She knows exactly how to arouse him. She’s studied him, analyzed his character, and discovered the man has a thing for feeling powerful. The thought of her needing him is enough to have him stick around.

He takes a few steps and he’s an inch from her again. They never brake eye contact as his hand meets her neck first, sliding under her chin to tilt her head slightly up with his thumb, and finally cupping her cheek, all while scrutinizing her face as if looking for something there.

He leans down, and presses his lips gently on the opposite cheek. Not what she meant, but she smiles at him anyway.

“Now go.” He instructs, nodding his head once towards the door.

She pushes herself off the wall, smoothing her dress at the same time, before she raises on the tip of her toes, grabs his face hard with both hands and quickly presses a kiss on his lips.

He hasn’t fully realized what happened until he hears her giggling as she sprints out the door, but his hand goes instinctively to his lips and comes back red. Again.

“Cazzo!” (Fuck!)

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A./N. I really should be studying, but what are you gonna do when you have this much inspiration? Not waste it, that’s for sure.

A quick explanation: this is an OC I mentioned a while ago in this post. I’m gonna write short pieces such as this one. (I don’t know if they can classify as Drabbles or something else.) There’s no start to this story, nor there’s an end, it’s just a collection of moments this person lives. And random ones as well, some could be smut, some fluff, some angst and all that!

Suggestions for the OC’s name? It can be both Italian or English, just keep in mind it’s a girl.

xoxo L

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