Diavolo

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no smut.. I'm so sorry :(

PRESLEY

"Fuck. Fuck. Wait." He stopped me with a hand on my thigh, the ferocious force of his grip pausing me from reaching for his belt buckle.

        I glanced up to meet his gaze which was already focused on the vibrating phone on the space beside us.

A low sound of disapproval rumbled through my throat at the feeling of having something taken away from me so quickly and yet so soon.

        It was like being given a lollipop or some kind of treat and then before you could enjoy it, someone snatched it away with greedy hands.

I sighed to myself, dropping my hand briefly but he'd reached for my hand and placed it right back on top of his belt buckle. Olive-green eyes melting into mine, his thumb held my chin with a firm grip and he brushed the side of my cheek.

My bottom lip dipped slightly conveying how distraught I was, and he merely let out a warm chuckle. "Si?" His low voice spoke when he answered the call. "Subito? Quanti uomini ci sono laggiù?"

"Right now? How many men are over there?"

I made a move to get up since it was clearly obvious he was planning to be on the phone for a while and there were other things I could be doing than wasting my time trying to understand a language I could barely decipher.

"Sit." He instructed in a commanding voice before I could even move, holding my gaze in a straight 'Do that and I'll fuck you up' expression and I sat my ass right back down.

The person on the other side of the phone must have said something that angered him greatly because his face twisted into a look of horror.

He ran a hand—the hand that'd been resting on my thigh—through his black hair, tugging slightly with a radiating frustration taking rise in his behavior. "Dov'è Fabiano? Perché non se ne occupa?"

"Where's Fabiano? Why isn't he dealing with this?"

A muscle ticked in his jaw, his chest expanding with each forceful, harsh breath he was taking. I didn't like this, seeing him so wound up and tight over whatever was going on.

I placed a palm on his chest, feeling the hard slap of honed muscle on him everywhere and grazing my fingernails down his chest as an attempt to calm him down.

I could tell it was only doing so much because there was still this deep slit between his brows, burrowing a hole. I didn't have to think much about it before lowering my head and resting my forehead against his.

I kissed him softly, running my hand through the soft silk of his hair and the rock-hard body of his against mine making me hot and needy for him.

        He sighed blissful into the kiss, sliding a hand down my chin and fingering the deep v-neck of my dress to tug me closer to him.

The voice on the other side of the phone spoke and Silvio broke off the kiss abruptly, his lips lingering for a few seconds against mine."Sarò lì tra dieci minuti." He responded to the voice, hung up and exhaled a deep sigh.