"I'll keep you because you're hot"
(Mafia Series #2!) Luna, a skilled hitwoman who kills people to gain money. She was sent to kill a dangerous man, nicknamed as "The Mad Dog". Instead of doing her job right, she got captured by the deadly beast in...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
.
❝ HE SETS FIRE TO THE WORLD AROUND HIM, BUT NEVER LET A FLAME TOUCH HER. ❞
.
(!) WARNING (!) this chapter contains scenes (smut) which may be uncomfortable to some of the readers. you can freely skip the scene if uncomfortable.
errors ahead!
sixteen.
LUNA
Felix's face slowly went closer to mine until our lips touched. He gently made me lay on the bed and now he was hovering over me. The kiss started out as soft and tender, soon our tongues were tasting each other, fighting to assert dominance over the other.
I could taste the beer from his mouth. I'm not fond of the taste of beer, I don't like how bitter it tastes. Maybe it's because I'm tasting it from his mouth but the beer tastes sweet that it makes me want to taste more. It's very addicting.
He pulled away and I subconsciously pulled my face towards his to somehow chase his lips, longing more to taste it and feeling empty when it's not pressing on my soft lips. I stopped when he starts to laugh. My eyebrows furrowed, "Shut the fuck up"
"You're adorable" He smiles, eyes almost disappearing when it reached his eyes. I could feel the heat rushing over to my face as I avoided meeting his gaze, "I just wanted to tell you that there's no going back once you do this with me"
Both of his hands were beside my head, pinning me down to the bed as his face slowly leaned in on my neck. His breath tickling my skin, and he whispered while his other hand tuck a strand of stray hair behind my ear, sending shivers down my spine like puffing smoke from a cigarette.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" He asks. I couldn't help but gulp. I could feel him under there, as hard as a rock. Despite the clothes separating us I can still feel him.
Until now I am still hesitating, scared, and overthinking. I was scared that I'll regret this, scared that this might have consequences that I can't take, scared that It'll end up hurting him.
I froze, since when did I start to feel this way for him?
There was no denying it, it's as clear as day. There was no point in shoving what I'm feeling to the side, disregarding it. Even if this feeling was unfamiliar to me I'm not dumb enough to know what this feeling is.
I'm in love with this man.
"Fuck it," I say and pulled myself closer to him, my hands on the back of his head, pulling him closer to me, deepening the kiss.
I could feel him smiling while he's kissing me. He gently took off my clothes as I took off his, unbuckling his belt. He planted soft kisses on my neck as I inhaled due to the weird feeling he's giving me.
