Love & Affinities (18+)

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SOFIA MARCELLO

My eyes snap open when I hear the main door open. My feet, cold from the lack of warmth, my mouth slightly dry and my clothes disheveled. The lights were dimmed making me a little scared and my feet even colder. My eyes snap to the red numbers on the digital clock on the coffee table. The time read two in the morning and I probably fell asleep on the couch waiting for him. 

Placing my feet into the bunny slippers to receive some sort of warmth and adjusting my clothes, I walk quietly towards the main door. And just as his familiar figure comes into view, then do I relax. I breathe out in relief seeing him and switch on the lights. 

He was quick to take out his gun and aimed it at my head. Just a few inches away from my face. I almost peed on myself. ''Sofia?'' He quickly places the gun away and cups my face. ''Why the fuck are you awake at this time? I'm sorry baby, I scared you.'' 

''I just woke up when you came in and stop scaring me in the middle of the night.'' My whisper comes out panicky and out of fear. He chuckles making his chest heave as I look at his delicious devil of a body. I lick my lips seeing his chest bare of any clothing. His knuckles red. But, I can't take my eyes off of him. 

And his arms, the veins running along his skin and allowing him to live each and every second of his life. I almost forgot that I was a second away from getting shot to death. 

''What you looking at mishka?'' He gives his signature smirk. My eyes widen and I blush. As cliche as it sounds, it was a reaction I couldn't contain however hard I tried. Just like how people fail in maths. You can't help it, can you?

''Nothing! I was just wondering why you don't have a shirt on you. Nothing else, boyfriend.'' The tease comes out of my mouth as a way to lighten the mood. Apart from the small smile on his lips, his blue eyes were focused on my face, as if to study me. He can see right through me. 

''Liar.'' I was about to protest but he picks me up in his arms and swings me around like I weigh nothing as I giggle. He finally puts me down only to carry me in his arms again to his bedroom. I get plopped down on the bed as he grabs his towel. ''Sleep, and I'll be back after this shower.'' 

He thinks I don't notice how he seems a little tense even though he was acting so happy. Whenever he's tensed, he can't sleep and either goes out to smoke, sits on his office with his work papers or is in the gym upstairs. 

So I watched video on points on the human body that make you fall asleep real quick. He really needs a good night's sleep. Jumping off the bed, I head to the kitchen and take out the chamomile tea leaves I bought with Ronan the last time I went to the supermarket. 

Boiling it up and adding a little bit of sugar to prevent him from getting hyperactive at two in the morning, I strain it out into a mug. By the time I reach his room, he's out of the shower and in his black boxers. I swear to god, this man used to sleep without any clothes before only because I was comfortable with it and his body temperature is always warm. 

However, when I woke up to his junior poking me in the butt, right in the middle, I freaked out and tried moving it away thinking it was his hand. Well, not until he groaned and his arm didn't feel like an arm. ''Done drooling?'' He smirks and runs his hand through his now slightly damp hair. 

''I wasn't looking. It's just that your hair's till wet.'' I cover up my stutter and place the mug on the vanity. ''Drink this, it's chamomile tea and let me dry your hair.'' I grab the hair dryer and place it on the lowest setting before running it over his soft hair. He studies the mug like I filled it with poison. ''Drink it, it's good for making you sleep and relieving stress.'' He makes a disgusted face. 

''I don't like tea, Sofia. And anyway, only you can take my stress away.'' He tries slipping out of my trap of tea. 

''Drink it, Ad.'' This time my voice is stern. He smirks as if expecting a reaction from me. 

''Yes, ma'am.'' He slurps up the tea and shows me the empty mug as proof. I place the hair dryer back and pull him to bed. He lies down expecting me beside him but I straddle his torso as he looks up at me, surprised. 

''Okay big baby, now I want you to sleep peacefully.'' I place a kiss on his ear piercing on the left, one on his temple, cheeks and chest. 

''How am I supposed to sleep when you look like a sex goddess and you're calling me a big baby?'' I hit his chest playfully making him chuckle as he sees me blush like a little girl. 

''Tonight, I will be doing some sort of sorcery to make you sleep and you do act like a baby.'' I move down to his feet and and massage the middle of his feet, right behind the middle toe as he looks at me confused. 

''Stop touching my feet, Sofia. I feel bad.'' The groans leaving his lips said otherwise. Sometimes I think that he's being too nice to me. I want him to take things to the next level but am too embarrassed to say it. 

I wanted him to obliterate the image of Alex Camero from my mind and body. I wanted him to make me feel like I belong to him only. Like he can take me to the highest of peaks and still manage to care for me. 

''Oh shut up. Just relax. It's nothing.'' He refuses to comply but one glare from me does the trick. He tries to fight his eyes from closing and falls into a slumber a few times before opening his eyes. But finally, it seems to do the trick, so I get up to place the mug in the sink and take a pee break before hopping into bed with him. He seems to sense me as the bed dips and pulls me to his chest as we both fall asleep. 

''Five more minutes and then you can get off, baby. Come on.'' I wanted to scream at him but lacked the energy. He woke me up at 6 in the morning to run on the treadmill and he almost got pillow-hit for that.

''I can't, it's - I'm tired, Ad!'' I huff as he turns up the speed making it a little more risky to get off the running tread. If I fall down while getting off, I might end up with a nasty bruise or even my skin getting scraped and both of them were not worth the risk. My legs were on fire and sweat ran down each and every part of my body. Both my top and his vest was now transparent and it made it even harder to focus. Why would I be able to focus when the god of sins was in my presence. 

I began slowing down but jolted upright when I felt a harsh sting on my butt. I glared back at him as he groaned. ''Stop staring!'' His eyes were on my butt, which was probably jiggling for his attention. 

''That's motivation baby.'' I rolled my eyes at him and was granted my wish when the treadmill came to a halt. I got off the machine and sat down onto the bench. 

''Don't roll your eyes at me.'' He ordered sternly. 

''Why what are you going to do about it?'' He chuckles as his eyes darken, the same look he gives when he's in lust and temptation. He moves taking steady steps and stands right in front of me as I fail to meet his eyes, not feeling so brave now. 

To make it even better, his crotch was right in my face. He didn't insinuate anything and stood there oblivious of the effect he was having on the clench in between my legs. My thighs closed together trying to alleviate the pressure and note 'trying' but failed miserably when he pulled off his vest. 

''You really want to know what I'll do?'' He grips my chin making me meet his gaze as he waited for an answer. 

''Mhmm.'' One short answer from me. 

''You know your safe word, right?'' 

''How could I forget?''  

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