Wait For Me

32 | worry monster

❝ 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝑰 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒘𝒆 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒏'𝒕 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒇𝒆𝒄𝒕
𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝑰'𝒗𝒆 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒆𝒍𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒏𝒐 𝒐𝒏𝒆
𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑰 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒄𝒂𝒏'𝒕 𝒊𝒎𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅
𝒃𝒆 𝒔𝒐 𝒐𝒌𝒂𝒚 𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑰'𝒎 𝒈𝒐𝒏𝒆 ❞

𝑶𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒂 𝑹𝒐𝒅𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒐

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warning: this chapter contains sexual content.

T H E A

"What?" I ask and he continues to stare down at me, his tongue swiping across his lip ring.

"Stay with me," he repeats as he takes his glasses off, placing them onto the counter and I'm certain that I mishear him for a second time because there's no way that he's just asked me to stay here.. again.

My breath catches in the back of my throat as my eyes stay fixed on his, my mouth slowly becoming dry.

"Rio, I can't. You said yourself that we can't hang around with each other anymore and we're clearly already breaking that rule." I add and he releases a bust of air through his nose, shaking his head as he walks towards me.

"I don't care," he replies and takes me off guard by picking me up and placing me on the island. His mouth instantly connects to my neck and I tip my head back, giving into him.

His hand pushes my legs apart, allowing himself to stand in between them just like he did at Jacey's house. His fingers bunch my dress up around my hips and his hand trails around, squeezing one of my cheeks roughly.

"I'll do whatever you want but I don't kiss on the lips," he murmurs and at this point, I don't even care. I just need some form of release and I want him.

My hands work their way up his back and latch onto his hair as he sucks on the same spot, clearly leaving a hickey or two. Small, breathless whimpers leave my lips as the tension in between my legs continues to grow.

He removes his lips from my neck and leans his head back, his eyes finding mine. "Tu mi fai pazzo." He says huskily as he lifts his hand to my face and pulls on my bottom lip with his thumb.
[translation: you make me crazy]

"Io so," I reply and he begins to smirk, shaking his head playfully.
[translation: I know]

Pressing a gentle kiss against the tip of my nose, he reaches under my thighs and picks me up from the counter.

My arms wrap around his neck for support as he carries me out of the kitchen and up the stairs, taking two at a time before kicking his bedroom door open.

I squeeze my legs around him intentionally and he releases a low groan, a sound I've never heard from him before. Holy shit.

He closes the door behind us and places me on the bed, hovering above me while his eyes trail down my body. I'm so fucking happy I chose to wear a dress today.

"Open your legs," he commands and I bite down on my bottom lip to contain a smile. I do as he says, shuffling up a little on his bed as I move my legs apart.