Sinful Desire 18+

7. all wrong

Adriana

"You're supposed to stand up straight." Nico groaned me as I stood up in a somewhat fighting pose.

"I am standing up straight." I hissed at him.

It was now the afternoon and I was now learning how to punch "correctly" in the gym. The other men had left a while ago and I could see that Nico was getting frustrated with me.

He wasn't wearing the usual shirt and slacks combo, he was now wearing black basketball shorts and a white T-shirt thin enough to give me a preview of his abs and huge pecs.

"Put your foot behind the other." He demanded and I put my left foot behind my right.

"I'm sure you don't have time to do all this when you're actually in a fight." I laughed.

"Well bella, I move quite fast." He says and my eyes widen knowing what he means. Yes Iam that dirty minded but I could tell by that devilish grin he meant exactly what I thought he meant.
(Beautiful)

It's like he forgot our whole conversation in the kitchen earlier, he just spoke to me as if he never said what he said and I was honestly fine with it.

The effect he has on me scares me. I shouldn't feel aroused when I'm near him I should feel frightened but unfortunately. I don't.

"Let me help you." He moved behind me placing his large hands on my bare waist the contact making me shiver and gripped the skin making me turn my body left a little. I could feel his breath on my neck and warmth of his fingers lingering on my skin.

"That feels better doesn't it?" He whispered close to my ear, my breathing turned ragged and I clenched my thighs together.

"Mhm." I hummed and he tucked the hair away from my neck leaning futher down to my ear "Se potessi, ti avrei sempre in questa posizione."
(If I could, I would have you in this position all the time)

I didn't know what he said but his accent was laced in passion and hunger, he placed a kiss to my jaw and stroked my waist with his bare fingers.

"Does that feel good amore?" He said into my hair, his clothed crotch pressing futher into my ass and I whimpered.

"I can't hear you baby." He whispered pressing another kiss to the back of my head.

"Yes." I breathed and he let go of my waist making my whole body feel cold from loss of his touch, I then felt him move away from behind me and stand back infront of me to his original spot.

I'm so fucked.

"Okay you're in a good stance," He spoke out "Now hit me." He said and I frowned.

"Hit you? In the face?" I questioned.

"Yes hit me." He replied completely unbothered.

"But-"

"Cmon think about all those times you've wanted to hit me, think about the times where I hurt you." He says.

Now that I think about it I've wanted to hit him so many fucking times but couldn't build up the courage to actually do it. He's hurt me so many times so I think he definitely deserves a punch in his pretty face.

"I'm waiting-" He was cut off by my fist connecting with his nose, he stumbled back a little cupping his nose in his hands, blood spilling from his hands and onto the mat floor.

"Fuck." He chuckled and he opened his hands revealing his bloody nose and my eyes widened in shock.

"Oh my god," I exclaimed rushing up to him "I'm so sorry." I frowned reaching my hand up to his nose inspecting it but he moved away.