Luciano
The warm water ran down my back in cascades as I stood still under the shower trying to think. It had been my go-to method for over five years now- thinking in the shower. There were many reasons for that of course.
One, the feel of water running all over my body was very soothing. The one pleasure I could never rob myself of. And there was the fact that I would be alone. Alone with my fucking thoughts. I could restrategize. I could plan, and make tough decisions, especially on rough days.
My hands reached into my wet hair, massaging my temples as I thought about what to do next. We had taken measures to ensure that when the Castello struck again we would be ready.
Any slight move would give me the results I wanted. The location of their hideout or the leader of that group of little fucks! I had enough of their bullshit already.
A knock on my bathroom door brought me out of my thoughts and my forehead creased in a frown. Who dared disturb me from my shower? I narrowed my eyes at the door, ready to lambast whoever the hell disturbed me.
I had a niggling feeling who it was, however.
The door opened to reveal familiar caramel blonde hair that spilled over exposed shoulders. A towel prevent me from seeing any further and it mildly irritated me.
Raven.
Of course, it was her.
Sometimes I thought she was bold, smart, and too fucking witty. Other times, I couldn’t decide if her boldness was pure recklessness and if she wasn’t dense in the head. Either version of her that existed, shared one major truth.
She was fucking beautiful.
Too damn beautiful.
I watched her step towards me with a small smile playing on her full lips. The shower was forgotten, all I could focus on was the minx before me. I could feel every inch, every single bone, and muscle, waiting in anticipation, begging, waiting for her to tear off that towel.
“Hey,” She giggled, and while I hated giggling so much, hearing her do so made me smile like an idiot.
I hated it so fucking much. I liked it a tad too much as well.
The woman before me did shitty things to me. She toyed with my insides, making me question everything I had known, everything I knew, the person I was. I could recall the look on her face when I told her I didn’t give a shit about those dead people. What was there to give a shit about? They were dead! Nothing I did, or didn’t do, would bring them back to life.
But then she had looked at me with those green eyes like I was the worst vermin on the planet and Fuck! It felt like someone shot me in the same place twice!
I hated feeling that way. It was too fucking terrifying. Knowing that she had that power over me. Knowing that she made me question shit- that was dangerous.
I had to get rid of her. Fast!
Raven pried the towel off then, tossing it on the hanger with a hungry look in her eyes. Ah Fanculo, I’ll get rid of her later. Soon but later. My eyes caught the slight jiggle of her breasts as she stepped under the shower with me. Golden skin tipped with mauve nipples and a large areola around them that made them look like pandas. Sleepy, sexy pandas.
Ripples of water streamed from the shower, pouring over them, beads of water on her sweet skin. She would be my death if I didn’t get rid of her soon. This hold she had over me was too fucking strong.
Perhaps irritated by my lack of action, she scoffed, her lips pulled in a pout. Covering the few inches between us, she pressed up her body against mine.
Ah fuck! Fuck! Fuck!
This was my private space! The shower was my fucking sanctuary. She was invading and I ought to send her out but Damazione! She felt so fucking soft and supple around me. I hadn’t even tupped her yet!
Perhaps that was the problem Si? I felt this way because I hadn’t had her completely yet. She kept holding back for some reason. I felt myself harden, poking against her thigh. I could just bend her over and-
“Oh,” she purred and my eyes moved to her face. Her eyes were closed, full lips parted seductively as she moaned. Those sounds. Those fucking naughty sounds. “That feels good,”
“What does?” I asked, my voice gravelly.
“This,” she sighed, pressing her breasts against my chest even harder, rubbing her nipples aggressively.
Vixen! I watched, as she pleasured herself using my body. Rubbing her nipples furiously until I couldn’t take shit anymore and turned her back towards me.
“Bend over,” I ordered. I couldn’t hold back any longer. I might as well explode into a million fucking pieces. Parting her cheeks, I grinned when I saw her wet quivering flesh and stroked it lightly with a thumb.
“Oh yes,” she egged on, arching her hips. She was the most defiant woman I’d ever come across. And the most pliant. Such a walking contradiction had never fucking existed.
“I can’t hold back Raven. Not anymore.”
She gasped and fidgeted, but my grip on her hips was stronger. “Ah Raven, you want this too. You know you do.”
“I-” her words were caught off in a moan as I rubbed myself against her wetness.
Damazione! She felt so good. So fucking good. I leaned forward, pressing my lips to her ears, while I stroked myself against her nether lips furiously.
“Do you want me to stop Cara?” I asked, praying, begging she would say no. I didn’t think I could stop. I didn’t want to fucking stop. I wanted her. I needed to have her!
“Yes, please… please stop Luciano,” she begged and I groaned, frustrated. I loved touching her. But fuck! At that moment I wanted nothing more than to be balls deep within her.
“Why?” I demanded harshly, stroking faster. “It doesn’t feel good? You don’t like this? You fucking little tease!”
She arched her back, sobbing from my harsh stroking. I grabbed her jaw so I could see the look all over her face. See her eyes flash with pleasure, watch her lips part as she became breathless.
She fucking loved the things I did to her. So why the hell was she so hell-bent on keeping me out?!
“You want this, Raven,” I mumbled, slapping her ass, and watched in pleasure as it jiggled. “Why the hell are you so determined to keep me out?!”
“Because,” she gasped. “Fuck, please stop doing that Luciano, I can’t fucking think.”
“I don’t want you to think!” I grumbled. “I want you to feel instead.”
“You’ll get tired of me!” She accused so suddenly that I paused, thinking over her words.
“What on earth are you talking about?”
Raven struggled to escape out of my hold then but I held on tighter. “Stop pretending like you don’t know!”
“I’m not pretending. I don’t fucking know, woman!” I snapped. I was already frustrated sexually, I didn’t need her playing games with me.
“You said you would use me and when you were done, you’d get rid of me! I don’t want that to happen yet, you bastard!” She screamed. “Let go of me this instant.”
I stared at her, processing her words rather slowly, then chuckled. Really? Did she remember those words? I let her go and watched her turn to me, green eyes blazing in fury.
“What if I said I changed my mind?” I asked, folding my arms, water pouring relentlessly on my back.
Raven’s eyes narrowed suspiciously and she shook her head. “Then you’re lying.”
Good one. She caught me. I grinned and placed a finger beneath her jaw, tilting her head up. “Good girl. But I want you, Raven. You can’t hide that sleek, wet, pink -”
“Stop it!” She snapped.
I chuckled and placed a kiss on her forehead. I had no idea why the hell I did that. It just seemed fucking natural to do so. Ah hell! I had to shag her as soon as possible or I would be reduced to a fucking blundering mess!
“Look at me Raven,” I murmured. Stroking her face, I continued. “I want you. And I always get what I want.”
“You know what I want,” she replied and I nodded.
“But I cannot give it, Cara. I cannot give you any of it.”
She sniffed and stepped away then. “Then I cannot give this either. I suppose we have reached a stalemate.”
I watched her turn on her heels and try to leave the bathroom. Sighing, I shook my head. I enjoyed the thrill of the chase anyways.
“Dress pretty!” I called after her before she stepped out of the bathroom completely. “We have a ball to attend tonight.”
She flipped me the middle finger and a boisterous laugh slipped out of me. Classic Raven.