*Previously named Sinner's*
They're both Sinner's.
So horrible, yet so perfect for each other.
So horribly perfect.
Mara De La Riva.
Daughter to the capo of the Spanish Mafia. A cold-hearted killing machine raised to perfection.
Her purpose in life...
sorry for the inactivity, it's been really difficult for me to write lately.
I suggest you play the song 😏😏 Hotel- Montell Fish if it doesn't show up hehehe.
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"I swear if you don't move you're fucking ass off my side of the bed tonight I'm going to shove my foot so far down your throat is going to come out of your ass." I grumbled, trudging towards the bathroom in order to brush my teeth.
Leo had taking a sudden liking to my side of the bed, usually ending up with him crushing me in the mornings.
When I do find myself in this commonly reoccurring event, I jab my fingers into his eyeballs and that normally makes him fuck off.
Sexual tension in the room was almost like a stale, present odour, both of us too scared to act on our feelings and fuck already.
I'm all for the feminist movement but when it comes to him inside of me, I can't make the decision to shoot my shot because that's too nerve wracking.
I wish we had angry enemy sex when we first met so we wouldn't end up in this situation a few months down the road.
It had been a few weeks since the explosion at Nikolai's warehouse and Leonardo was desperately trying to figure out who the mole was so I'm giving him the benefit of the doubt that he was too busy to put his tiny fellow inside of me.
The bed would be cold when I'd wake and I generally wouldn't see him when I was going to sleep, occasionally hearing him creep into the room in the early hours of the mornings to slip into bed and wrap me in his arms.
But tonight was different, he was going to sleep when I was, currently undressing in the closet.
"Do you ever wonder why you have no bitches?" I questioned, hoping he could hear me from the closet.
"Well I thought you were my bitch, but I guess if you're going to be that way, then yes, I do in fact wonder why I have no bitches." I heard him grumble from the closet.
Mission failed successfully.
I slipped out of the closet and crossed my arms, resting against the wall.
I head Leo splutter on the water he was drinking. I smirked.
Black lingerie hugged my figure, leaving little to the imagination. The fabric adorned my body like a second skin, it curved over my breasts, barley hiding my nipples.
If being in my presence doesn't work, this ought to do the trick.
"Cazzo, bellissimo." He groaned. ("Fuck, beautiful.")
