Him (A mafia story)

Chapter 20

He helped me out of the car when we got to the estate. We walked up the steps and, to my surprise, he led me to the kitchen instead of his bedroom. It was late, so no one was there. He flipped the lights on and hoisted me up onto the counter.

"What are you doing?" I asked curiously. He was digging around the cabinets looking for something.

"I'm going to make you tea. It'll help you calm down." He said, still looking for the tea.

I smiled to myself and looked down at my lap. He was making me tea to make me feel better. "The tea is in the third cabinet from the right." I said. I knew the kitchen better than he did because he very rarely ever stepped foot in here.

"Do you want green tea or chamomile?" He asked, reading the different labels on the tea bags.

"Green please."

He set a pot of water on the stove and turned to face me while he waited for it to boil. "How are you feeling?" He asked.

His expression was hard to read but the question felt vulnerable. "I'm a little shaken up but I'll be okay. I've never seen so much blood."

He looked at the floor and stayed quiet.

"Hey." I said, making him look up at me. "You scared me today, but that doesn't change the way I feel about you."

"How do you feel about me?" He asked and I could've sworn his eyes were looking right through me and into my soul.

It was one thing to think about how I felt and another thing to say it out loud. Saying out loud made it real and permanent. Once I said it, I couldn't take it back, but I don't think I would ever want to take it back.

I took a deep breath. "I wasn't sure at first and it took me a while to figure it out."

"Destiny, don't say anything you don't mean." He warned, but it wasn't a threat. He was begging me not to lie to him about something so important.

"I love you, Nikolai." I whispered.

He closed his eyes and stayed quiet. Suddenly I started to doubt myself and fear creeped in. Did he feel the same? I let out a shaky breath and hopped off the counter, fully prepared to walk out of the kitchen, but he grabbed my arm, stopping me.

"Destiny," He breathed, pulling me into his chest. "I love you and I'm afraid someone is going to try to use you to get to me."

I felt a pang of relief and a rush of emotion at his admission. "I'm safe here, you know that. No one can get to me here."

"I was so scared for you tonight. All I could think about was getting you out of there. I don't know what I would've done if something had happened to you. I would've burned the entire city down around Dante and Alexander and everyone else involved with them." He admitted.

"I think seeing you like that made all of this more real for me." I started. "I knew who you were and what you did, but I'd never seen it. It was a bit of a shock."

He tilted my head up and kissed me softly. "I'm sorry you had to see that."

"It's okay." I whispered, resting my forehead on his chest.

"Do you want to go upstairs?" He asked, rubbing his hands up and down my arms soothingly.

I looked at him and cracked a smile. "But I haven't had my tea."

"I'll make you tea later." He offered.

"Promise?"

"I promise." He said, turning off the stove.

As soon as we closed his bedroom door, we were equals. He was no longer Nikolai Alexios, the head of a powerful Italian mafia and I was no longer Destiny Bentley , an eighteen year old with no money to her name. He was just a man and I was just a woman.

Behind closed doors, his mask slipped off and he let me see into his soul, the way he always looked into mine. I let him back me up until my thighs hit the bed. I let myself fall backwards, pulling him with me. He tangled his fingers in my hair and I pressed my lips to his.

Behind closed doors, Nikolai Alexios was mine in the same way that I was his. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him closer to me. He smiled into the kiss before pulling away slightly.

"You better not pull a knife out of your shoe."

I giggled and pulled him back to me, kissing him deeply. After everything that had happened tonight, there was only one thing I was sure of. I wanted him and I was done holding out. I was done hesitating and letting fear get the best of me.

I pulled my dress over my head and reached for the buttons of his shirt, fumbling to undo them. Unsatisfied with how slowly I was going, Nikolai ripped the shirt open, sending buttons flying across the room. I pushed the shirt off his shoulders, exposing his broad chest. My fingers trailed down his body, feeling every dip and curve his body had to offer. His grip tightened around my waist and I sighed.

"Nikolai, please." I mumbled against his lips.

Nikolai pulled away from me and hooked his fingers in my underwear, slowly pulling them down my legs. He trailed kisses up my body and it felt like he was lighting me on fire. It felt like we were rushing and taking our time.

"Do you trust me?" He whispered, hovering over me. I closed my eyes and nodded my head. "I trust you."

Nikolai took my face in his hands and kissed me deeply as he pushed into me. I let out a soft gasp at the sensation. My body moved in sync with his, following the rhythm he was setting. He was pushing and pulling at my body like the ocean pushed and pulled at the shore. His hands were everywhere, worshipping my body. His fingers danced across my skin to a song only we could hear.

Every thrust sent me spiraling deeper into bliss and drew gasps from me. My sighs of pleasure matched his moans of satisfaction as we gave in to what we'd both wanted since we'd first made eye contact in that bar. My hands tangled themselves in his hair and I tugged gently, urging him to keep going. His face was tucked into my neck, kissing and biting the sensitive skin.

That's when I realized he was whispering Italian words to me between each kiss. His hands traced my sides and reached for my breasts, massaging them. My grip on his hair tightened as I arched my back. I felt something build up deep inside of me and I knew I was nearing my breaking point.

"Nikolai, please!" I moaned. His movements were getting sloppier and I knew he was getting close. He groaned, tweaking one of my nipples, sending a jolt of pleasure through my body. Our rhythm slowed as the moment came to an end, both of us spent and breathing heavily.

"Fuck, Destiny." He mumbled into my neck. "I love you." He said, kissing my lips.

I didn't think I'd ever get tired of hearing him say that. "I love you too." I said, curling up against him, absentmindedly tracing patterns on his bare chest. We stayed quiet and, for a moment, I thought he had fallen asleep.

"Hey." He whispered, kissing my forehead.

I smiled in the dark. "Hey."

"I never want to put you through anything like that ever again." He admitted.

Despite myself, I let out a giggle. "The sex wasn't that bad. I mean it was a little boring but-" I let out a yelp when his hands found my sides, tickling me and cutting me off.

"I meant the casino, smart ass." He sounded amused. "And I'll remember that comment next time so don't complain if you can't walk straight after." It was a threat but it felt like anything but.

"Hmm." I mused. "Is that a promise?"

He chuckled softly, tracing my nose with his fingers. "You're trouble, Destiny Bentley . Has anyone ever told you that?"

"Once or twice, maybe." I whispered.

He leaned over and kissed me softly in the dark. When he broke away, Nikolai nuzzled his face into the crook of my neck and inhaled deeply. "I don't think I'll ever get enough of you."

I brought my hands up to his head and played with his hair mindlessly. "I hope you don't, because I don't think I ever will either."