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[12.] Touch

{{DAMARA ROMANO}}

When I woke up I had been asleep for two days. I guess getting you're ass beat by a man seven times your size can take a toll on you. When I woke up I remembered Vittorio's words. I can't stop thinking about them either.

'Penso che mi sto innamorando di te, principessa.'

Did he mean it? Is he really falling in love with me? I mean, I've never thought about love. Ever. Not after my parents died at least. True love, such an odd concept. I've never experienced any kind of love other than platonic. The first time I had ever cuddled with someone was when I was laying on Vi's chest the other night.

He told me he talked to James about Kidnapper Carl. James never likes that dude. Take it, no one did. Everyone just liked his hot add wife. James & Artemis had been with me though all the life's I've lived. Some of which they stopped talking to me during. Understandable, I wouldn't have talked to me either if I'm being honest. I was at my very lowest back then.

I got out of the shower and put a large hoodie over my body. I put on some boxers and re-bandaged my leg wound. The ones on my face weren't bad at all and were almost healed. It's only been three days. Vi walked into my room unannounced, kinda like he did my heart but that's beside the point. He held his laptop in his hand and sat down. I crawled next to him and sat beside him.

"What's up?" I asked.

"So uh. James found the video from the warehouse. Damara what the fuck." He mumbled.

"Yea, remember when I said I have a lot of enemies...?" I smiled nervously.

"Mara, how the fuck. Hot as fuck too." He turned to me with a smirk.

"No." I mumbled and he raised a brow. "Don't do that thing where you tell me I look hot and then phrase me, only to do nothing about the mess you've made."

"I don't know what you're talking about. What mess Damara?" He tilted his head.

"You know exactly what I'm talking about dickhead." I flicked his forehead. "If you're not gonna do anything about this situation. I'll do it myself." I sighed. I'm sick of feeling so unfulfilled. "Have you by any chance seen my vibrator? It's blue."

He watched me with pure amusement and fire. Almost as if he thought I was bluffing. I'm so serious. I walked over the the drawer next to him and found exactly what I was looking for. I held it up with pride and his smirk dropped.

"Ah Hah! Now if you'll excuse me." I smiled brightly walking to the bathroom.

I locked the door and sat against it. I didn't actually feel that pent up, and in need of pleasure right now so I might as well just tease the poor man. I turned the vibe on and let the soft noise fill the room. Here's where the fun kicks in. I start whimpering. Every once and a while I let a fake moan pass my lips. I can smell him from though the door.

He smells so good. Like burnt orange, Cedarwood, whiskey, and light lavender. He's my favorite smell.

I think he knows I'm bullshitting but this game is fun. I told him once I would make his life hell. This would be agonizing I believe I said. And I think I've made this very agonizing. Living under a roof with a woman you can't have? That got to drive a man mental. I know I'm mental not being able to touch him.

When I walked out of the bathroom I acted like nothing had happened. I smiled at him and threw my vibe back in the drawer. I nodded and left the room. He was very, very, tense. I glanced between his legs and he was right where I wanted him. Hard.

Oooo this will be so much fucking fun.