A Taste of Darkness

Chapter 29: Give Into Me

Scarlett

(Song Suggestion= Shameless- Camilla Cabello)

I didn't even realise that my body had rapidly carried me to him until I felt a pair of soft lips devouring mine like a starved man. I didn't realise that simultaneously, Julio also rushed to me, crashing his body into mine, backing me against the wall as his hands eagerly gripped onto the sides of my face. I didn't realise it until our hands were roaming all over each other's bodies, our mouths battling to see who could taste the other more, but it never seemed to be enough.

But now I do. In fact, I am all too aware, my senses are heightened, my body feels more alive than it has ever felt.

So I grip him tighter.

I push myself into him, needing him to be closer, each part of my skin becoming hyperaware of his body pressed firmly against mine. I don't know what I'm doing, I don't know why I'm doing this. I shouldn't be doing this.

But I can't stop.

He kisses me savagely, his lips pressing against mine with more force each time he comes back for more, as if trying relentlessly to fulfill a craving but never leaving completely satisfied, like it is impossible to get enough.

And fuck. . . I can't get enough either.

He lifts me up, gripping my ass as my back crashes against the wall once again. My legs immediately respond as they wrap themselves around his waist, leading me to feel the amount of arousal he is experiencing even more intensely. I can feel myself becoming embarrassingly wet at just the thought.

What is wrong with me right now? I don't do things like this, I promised myself I would never get close to any man ever again. It is the safest option, the smartest option, and it's been surprisingly easy to fulfill this vow for these last few years as I haven't felt any desire for a man ever since in the first place.

. . . until now.

I haven't felt like this in years- starving, aroused, desperate.

Who am I kidding? I don't think I've ever felt like this before, not to this extent, this power that makes my control seem impuissant, perhaps even non-existent.

I now cannot seem to find any value in that promise I made to myself three years ago, I no longer care about it, and it's all because of him.

"Would you have preferred if we never met, if none of this ever happened and you just continued to live your ordinary life all this time, without me?" He questions, kissing me harder, thrusting his tongue further into my mouth, as if trying to convince me that meeting him and choosing to be apart of his mafia was worth it, that he was worth it.

"I....." I struggle to get any words out as he trails sensual, chilling kisses down my neck- I didn't want to provide him with the truth to this question either. Everything would change.

"Answer my question," he commands, whispering seductively into my ear, his thumb tracing the contours of my cheek.

A lump forms in my throat, attempting to prevent the words clawing their way out of my mouth from escaping- and I too, did not want them to escape. But something about his touch was so tempting, so convincing. . .

My walls have crumbled, turning into nothing but ash. My logic and reason have completely vanished into thin air in the wake of the feel of his skin on mine.

"No," I answer, letting out a shaky breath. I can feel the corners of his mouth turning up into a smile at my words, interrupting his determined yet careful placement of kisses on my skin.