After generations of men in the Giordano family, the idea of a baby girl was a mere dream.
So when their first and only princess was born, they believed they had found peace.
Finally, the world was extending an olive branch.
She doesn't remember a...
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"Fuck." I sighed and threw my head back against the wall, the sound echoes through the empty hallway we're in.
"Come on," Carter lowered both of his hands from my waist to my hips, holding me there tightly. His touch together with the alcohol running through my system feels like fire, and I fucking love it.
I understood what he meant immediately and jumped up, wrapping my legs around his waist as his hands roam my bare thighs.
Wearing shorts was the best decision I've made in a while.
As soon as he brought his lips back to my neck, my back arched against the wall. My hands are thrown around his neck, running fingers through his hair.
"What happened?" He mumbled as he switched to the other side of my neck, kissing my jaw. I completely forgot about my wound or my bandage, but I'm too hot and bothered to think about it right now.
"Doesn't matter." I breathed out, and he finally brought his lips to mine. My hold on his hair tightened, initiating a groan from him that sent shivers down my spine.
"I think I might explode, blondie." Carter nuzzled his nose in the crook of my neck, and I was sure he could feel my fast pulse.
His hands lightly squeezed my ass, and his tongue started to run in circles around my skin, sucking it.
"No," I mustered every self control in me to pull him away. "No hickeys, my brothers will go crazy."
He looked at me with a small smirk, causing a drunkenly smile to appear on my face.
"What?" I laughed. Both of our chests are touching, and I could feel every breath he took, every rise and fall.
"Your brothers won't see it down... there." he tugged the end of my top, pushing it down until the outline of my bra showed.
"Yeah, they won't." I replied, already wanting to feel his lips on me again. His left hand traveled from my hip up to my neck, one finger on my cheek.
The cold metal of his rings was the complete opposite to the heat I felt when he lowered his head to my collarbone, leaving a wet trail of kisses all the way down to my chest.
"We'll probably regret doing this." I whispered, gasping for air when he found just the right spot.
He hummed, continuing to bite my skin. "Probably."
The music is much fainter here, but we can still hear it. I have no idea what time is it, but the last time I checked it was almost 2AM.
Of course, I had to check every few minutes because my brothers are blowing up my phone. I'm trying to ignore them, but it's getting more frequent.
