piccolo tesoro

The good and the bad *

Arabella:

I walk to his room and make my way to his closet grabbing the first shirt I see, I throw it on without bothering to put on pants, it reached my mid thigh anyway.

I tied my hair back into a bun and walked back in to find a shirtless Vincenzo sitting on his bed. He hears my footsteps and turns to face me immediately, both of our breaths come to a halt.

We both scan each other's bodies as if we hadn't seen each other in less. The sexual tension feels bigger than usual which is impressive. The teasing on the way to dinner, along with the fighting on the way back has both of us frustrated. I pull down the end of the shirt feeling it ride up higher than I wanted, "Hi."

Why am I nervous.

Because he makes me nervous, always. But a good nervous, not a bad one.

He walks forwards until he's right above me with his hands placed on my shoulders, "Let me change real quick il tesoro, wait for me on the bed please." I nod, I don't know why I feel the need to obey him, but I do, everytime.

I sit on the edge of the bed playing with the hem of shirt anxiously. I feel the bed shift and sink as Vincenzo sat next to me, "Why are you nervous baby? It's just me."

I shake my head let's a tear slip down my cheek, "I'm sorry for being a baby. I- I was just-" He rubs my back soothingly as I wipe a stray tear before I continue, "I was so proud of myself, I- I've never been good at making friends, Ameira came up to me, you well, you know. But with Mario, I talked to him and he liked me. He thought I was nice and he said my dress was pretty and we talked and I finally made a friend on my own. But you got mad at him and I got mad at you. But I shouldn't have been so mean and distant, especially after you had a meeting. I'm really sorry Vincenzo."

I turn to look at him and he has such a sorrow look in his eyes, and I don't think i've seen this before. He leans down to peck my lips but pulls away quickly furrowing his brows, "I'm sorry Arabella. I am so proud of you for making a friend, I was feeling jealous and possessive when I saw the way he looked at you. I found out shitty information too when I killed that prick. But, I took it out on Mario and you and that's not fair."

I shake my head, "It's okay, I don't want anyone else but you, please know that Vincenzo. Mario is a good friend, and I want to see him again. But you're the only one I want to-"

He smirks, "Fuck."

My face turns red as I look down at my hands, "And, other things.." He slowly gets up from his seat on the bed leaning over me, he crawls on top of me making me lay down farther. My back arches up as he leans down above me his chain almost hitting my face. His body only covered in boxers was so close to mine, I felt my breathing hitch again in his presence.

He smirks at my nervousness and strikes my cheek with his hand, "Why so nervous baby, I'm just looking at you, looked so pretty tonight, and right now, always so pretty. It'd be a shame if I ruined you baby." He has a taunting in his tone, so aware of his domination and it's effect on me. "I've been so stressed baby, I just want that relief, don't you want that to baby?"

I moan as he hands travels down my waistband tracing the waistline, "Yes but, let me, ah, let me help you first please."

He glances down at me his jaw clenching, "You wanna help me?"

I nod, "I wanna taste you again." Is it weird i've been craving him, ever since earlier I have the craving feeling to taste him, to please him.

He clears his throat getting up, "I think I just came in my pants Arabella fuck." I let out a light laugh as I let him lay down with his head on the headboard, he sat up so he could look down at me.