He's Fire and She's Playing with It - Mafia Version

Chapter 11: Wicked Game

TW: MENTIONS OF SEXUAL ASSULT.

Ally was down for whatever, except doing things with him that wasn't leading to sex, Leo noticed. She didn't want to watch movies, cook, or even spend the whole night. She always sneaked out before he woke up or insisted on not staying over at all. He never stayed a whole night at hers either, but more because she didn't seem to want him to, than anything else. The whole situation made him confused. His girls usually got attached pretty fast. It was the way his dom/sub or brat/dom relationships worked. That kind of connection often inspired feelings, even though they didn't have to be romantical, they usually created a need for affection.

But not Ally. She was fine with having sex, flinging around, getting punished, and having a quick "being nursed to health"-moment before leaving him to his own. At first, he didn't mind, but now he wondered why she was so afraid of catching feelings. Because that had to be it. He could see her glancing at him at work, and not just the hungry for sex looks. He'd woken up to her moving closer to him in her sleep. She always seemed to light up when she saw him. He knew because he was doing all of those things too. The difference was that he wasn't moving away from those feelings. He wanted to embrace them, use them to build a better relationship. They weren't romantic feelings, they were affectionate ones, and they weren't going to turn into something else.

So why was she afraid of feeling anything at all? Was it him? The lifestyle that no matter what she said, she still wasn't used to? Was it some unresolved business in past relationships?

Leo never wanted to meet the guy that had tried to rape Ally. She had told him everything. How he had followed her, attacked her, and tried to force himself upon her. How she had defended herself and succeeded getting away. She down played the situation. She was very careful with not insinuating that she'd been raped. It was almost as she was defending the perpetrator.

"Nothing happened. I'm fine."

It was the line that she repeated every time the subject came up. She was fine. She hadn't been raped. There was no need to feel sorry for her. She. Was. Fine.

∞

"I'm fine."

Leo looked frustrated. He was laying on her bed, watching her get ready. His hair was messier than usual, and Ally knew that it was her fault. There was just something about running her hands through his hair while he moaned her name.

"You need to stop asking me that every time we have sex." She turned her back to the mirror, making sure that the shorts she had chosen was covering up the bruises on the back of her thighs. They did not. "Are these too short?"

He smiled that arrogant half smile. "I thought you didn't want my input on what you're wearing?"

She didn't take her eyes off of herself. "I don't. I wondered if the shorts are covering the bruises."

He stood up and made her turn around and crouched down so his face was at the same height as her ass.

"Not fully." He bit her upper thigh and pressed her closer to his mouth as the bite turned into a gentle kiss. "Definitely not now."

She turned to him and realised that his face suddenly was a few centimetres away from her vagina. She took a step backward. She wasn't risking him making her weak in the knees.

Again.

"You did that on purpose." Ally didn't sound mad, but she definitely wasn't happy either.

Leo rose to his feet. "Bite you? Yes."

She turned back to the mirror and inspected the teeth marks. She slowly shook her head before heading to the wardrobe and pulling out a white shirt.

"It will be dark anyway."