You see, there are these apps where anybody can write books, stories and the sort and one day, scrolling the FB (which I don't usually do but I kill time with it on occasions) my eyes fell on a title that made me scoff.
The title, 'Mafia in Love'...
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I did it! I don't how, why, and even when, but I followed the primary instinct that always takes me over whenever she's around and I sucked that kiss off her lips like a tamed animal on heavy winter when there's no food to feast.
She has never seen it coming and she didn't fight it either which made me wrap one arm around her back and pull her closer when her tiny palms landed on my chest and her fingers grabbed the fabric of my shirt to steady herself I felt the whole world is mine, with all mine skies where I found myself floating while working on her lips deeper and deeper, with all the waters and lands of the planet and the core of it all it's her, with all the necessary and unnecessary things revolving around her, making everything I know tiny and unimportant, even myself.
My skin almost hurts me with arousal and I have never been so lost of control over myself, but even in this moment, when most men would take it all, I, the motherfucker I, think about never being enough for her, never being what she deserves, never being able to offer her safety, the way she deserves.
And I pulled back from her lips, not because she was choking having no more air in her lungs, but because I realized I was not the one for her and yes, Enzo was right, life with me is never safe, never decent, never quiet.
As I pull away, I keep my eyes closed because I know the moment I'll see her, I'm doomed. I'll never be able to let her go, I'll lose my rational thoughts and I'll take her all, and the more I'll her, the fewer chances will be to let her go and the moment she's mine, we'll... she's mine forever, in life and death.
She bubbles something while sucking air to refill her lungs, I don't even understand what she's saying having the arousal still resounding in my ears, then she walks away.
I called her to come back, just once hoping she wouldn't because the intensity of this moment had to stop.
When she waved her hand showing she wants to be alone I breathed with relief and turned around to leave.
I need a good fuck tonight. And booze. A lot of fucking booze and pretend this has never happened.
I pulled the phone out of my pants pocket and dialed Fabio, shaking, struggling with the urge to turn around and fetch her and run away, maybe to my forest cottage.
How much wished I took her there.
"Ciao, Raffa! Come stai?" he asks and I hardly distinguish his voice from the noise in the background, loud talk, laughter, and music. (Hi, Raffa. How are you?).
"Get out of there and come to the beach. She is there, I want surveillance at all times," I order.
"She's already supervised, Raffa. Come on, that's how you know me?" he laughs.
"I want you to be with her."
"Alright. I'm at the mansion, one minute away. Anything else?"
