When a old money daughter meets a mafia son they fall in love. Their parents forbid the relationship from happening but the two lovestruck children find ways of connecting.
mentions of gore, assault, sex, substance use, murder, abuse,and language...
-Cyprus Zalamari- She is back to kissing my neck. Does it make me a bad person that I won't stop her? Probably.
"Mm... Why don't you kiss me back? I've sobered up a lot." She mumbles into my neck. " Darling we have been in here five minutes, you seem to love my neck don't you?"
She giggles and lays her head down onto my lap reaching up to play with my blond hair. "Sit up." She taps her finger to her chin and her lips turn up into a sly smile. "Okay." She sits up and climbs into my lap, grinding into me.
"You don't want to do that Briar." "Why not." She tilts her head still somehow looking innocent while she does the most unholy dance on me.
"Because I might do exactly what you're father told me not to do." She grins and leans into my ear, still continuing her grinding. "Do it, I dare you..."
That flips a fucking switch and I pull her head down to my lips. A growl creeps up my throat and I ravage her delicious lips, tasting the red whine on her tongue. She deepens the kiss and I take the chance to slip my tongue into her parted lush lips.
She moans and I can't stop my self. I should.. I really should. But I won't.
My hands make they're way down under the skirt of her short dress, sliding my hands up and down the inside of her leg.
We make it to my house after what felt like forever of making out. I pick her up by her round ass and she kisses my neck, biting down hard. I had been with many woman, but she has a different way of turning me on. A different woman than the gold diggers I dread.
We get up the stairs to my bedroom, a large black based room with a king sized bed sitting by the fireplace.
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This was a house that I had bought to get away from my father and our.. skeptical job.
I shut the door, Briar still latched to me. She has unbuttoned a few buttons from my dress shirt and make her way down to my collar bones, leaving red smudges of red lipstick in her destruction.
I lay her gently on my bed and I lean down to kiss her but she stops me. "Stop." I listen to her command and sit on my knees before her like a dog. "What's wrong love?" She sighs and rubs her eyes smudging her mascara a little.
"I've never done this before."
I stare shocked, how could a girl like her never had sex before?
"I know it sounds stupid, but my father never let me have anyone special." She thinks i'm special? "Do you want it to be me Briar?" She looks a little stunned but it fades quickly. "Yes, I just don't know what to do..."
"I understand. I'm going to grab something, stay here." I give her thigh a little kiss and get up to go to my closet.
I reach in and grab a spare pillow and a towel. I return to find Briar playing with her fingers. "Here lay on this and lift you're hips." I demand and she does so, laying her head on the pillow and lifting her hips so I can place the towel under her.
I remove her dress with care to reveal a adorable underwear set, a red heart pattern on both the bra and bottoms.
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~Briar Campbell~ I looks at me, running his hands up and down my sides. "Bellissima, Donna celeste." (Beautiful, heavenly woman.) He whispers to himself. I don't speak Italian but my father does.
"Are you sure? We can stop here if you wa-" "No. take it off." I look at him and bite my lip, I'm extremely nervous but also excited. This feels so taboo because of my fathers rules.
He nods and gestures for me to lift my hips again. He takes in a large breath of air when he see's me bare for him.
He removes my set and kisses his way up my thighs, which are spread for the man.
He gets to work, gripping my breasts and lapping at my core. "Cyprus!" I drag out the S in his name when I start seeing white clouding my vision. I finish and he continues his feast.
I finish at least four more times until he picks me up. "Where are we going?" I ask, barely able to keep my eyes open. "To wash you." "What? Why, don't you want to have me do that with you?"
"We will stop there tonight. I don't need to have anything done to me." I admire his self control and don't nag anymore.
He runs a bath after setting me on the counter.
•Hi (: I hope this was good lol. I love this man so much. 💋 sorry for the random change in fonts, I don't know how to fix it but I almost deleted everything lmao
