Mr. Mafia's Bodyguard

Chapter Forty-six

All I feel right now is need as I continue to kiss him wildly and run my hands through his hair, he pulls away, allowing me to breath, his eyes never leaving mine as we pant while starring at each other, his arms are around my waist and I am holding on tight to his shoulders, afraid I might just pass out with desire. His blue eyes stare longingly at me and I smile at him, before leaning in and whispering to him.

"Take me somewhere else, Stephano."

"Are you sure?" He asks, searching my eyes carefully, I smile and nod. And he returns my smile with a weak one before we walk out the club hand in hand. He opens the door for me to get into the car, and I don't protest. He gets in beside me and we drive away, I fight to hold my hands to myself as I spare occasional glances at him as he drove, he had rolled the arms of his sleeve down, and his hair was ruffled from me running my hands through it as we kissed.

"What changed?" He asks, as if he was actually talking to himself, his voice is like a far away whisper.

"Nothing changed." I reply in the same whisper.

"Just the other night..." He begins to talk but I cut him off.

"Tonight is a new night and I... I want to do this." I reply, starring at him. And I am not lying, this may just be the last time I see Stephano, but tonight, all my resolve to stay away from him has dissolved and I just want to enjoy bliss tonight and forget the world exists and that there are such things as problems or boundaries.

He doesn't speak further as we pull up in front of the hotel and get off. I grab his arm and cling unto it as we walk to our room. He opens the door and we walk in, he turns on the light. I sit at the edge of the bed and I unbuckle my sandals and kick them to a corner, he walks to the closet and turns to me with a bottle of wine and a glass. I smile as he plops himself down before me and pours me a drink. I take it carefully and drink it down. His eyes never leave my face, like he is waiting to see me change my mind, widen my eyes, realize I had kissed him and back away from him, but I don't do any of that, I just keep staring back at him.

"Are you trying to trick me, Ariana?" He asks.

I frown. "No, what would I gain from that?"

"Then why did you suddenly kiss me like that?" He demands softly. And I don't blame him, I have been backing away from intimacy, and here I am throwing myself at him all of a sudden.

"Don't you like it?" I ask, without a hint of a humor in my voice.

He pinches the skin between his brows and lets out a harsh breath through his lips. "Don't ask me that Ariana, I think you very well know the answer."

He pours himself a drink and gulps it down. "You know very well that I was always the one to initiate these things before but you always back away, are you drunk or something? The last time you were the first to initiate a kiss, you were drunk."

"Well, I won't lie, I am a bit drunk, not just with alcohol or wine but also with.... Desire." I manage to whisper, feeling my cheeks burn in embarrassment.

"You were never the type to give into your desires, everyone knows that." He argues.

I sigh, and I know he is telling the truth, his intense gaze on me doesn't waver and he keeps me pinned with his eyes.

"Well, let's play confessions." I suggest, out of the blue, it pops into my brain and right out of my mouth at the same time.

"Confessions?" He quirks his brows at me.

"Yeah." I reply, "you confess something to me, I confess something to you, and you can ask a question if you want, if you don't want to answer, you can take a drink until we are tired and either fall asleep or sleep." I smile, not knowing where all these ideas are coming from.