Carlotta Angela Vasiliev is a 17 year old girl living with her adoptive Russian mafia family of 4 brothers and father. Ever since she was a child, she's had no sense of belonging, abused by the Swedish mafia in her youth, her Russian saviours are th...
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Andreas ends up bringing a bunch of snacks for us to have whilst we watch a movie for the night.
Though it's hard to focus on the movie when you're leant up against a muscular chest and have fingers rubbing circles on your thigh.
The end credits to the movie roll on screen and I try to remember a single detail of what we just watched, coming up blank.
Gigi adjusts behind me, making me tilt my head back and look at him, to find him looking at the other side of the couch.
I follow his gaze to a sleeping Andreas, having completely knocked out sometime during the film. This makes a stifle a giggle at how cute he looks sleeping, mouth hanging half open and arms splayed across the sofa.
I get up from my place by Gigi, eliciting a low whine of protest from him which was anything but manly, and shuffle over to grab a blanket, laying it gently over Andreas's sleeping form.
"I've been waiting for him to go to sleep all night." Gigi scoffs as I finish tucking Andreas into his blanket.
I shoot him a look for being mean to Andreas before replying to him, walking slowly back over to where he's still slumped back on the sofa, "What why? Don't be mean to your best friend." I scolded teasingly.
He only smirks in retaliation before saying, "So I can do this."
I'm suddenly pulled back onto his lap, straddling his waist as he places a large hand around my neck and drags my lips to his.
I moan into the kiss in surprise, immediately relaxing into his grip and granting his tongue access to my mouth.
He doesn't hesitate to accept and our tongues move together, my hands gripping the hair by his neck and his on my neck and waist.
Gigi breaks to kiss briefly, leaning his forehead against my own and whispering against my lips, "You remember what I said last time, right?"
I make a sound, not entirely sure what he's referring to and asking him to expand.
"I said there's no going back for me, Car. You need to understand that I'm a very possessive man, if we do this, that's it. Your fate is sealed with me. Are you sure you want this?" He asks against my lips, his hold tightening on both my neck and waist.
I all but groan at his words and crash my lips back down on his, sealing my fate with him as our tongues intertwine yet again.
I feel myself quickly become wet as we continue to make out, and I can't help but start to subtly grind my hips . Gigi moans deeply into my mouth at this, bucking his hips to meet some of my movements.
I quickly break away from the kiss, catching a small pout on his face before he gets over it and moves to kiss my neck, but I grab his hair and pull him away, twisting his head to look at the peacefully sleeping body beside us.
