Neglected Limits

50| Teased

Oh wowwww, had so much fun writing this one ;)
Bianca

My breath hitched and my body was plastered against the wall, all just to get as far away from him as possible.

But it didn't help, he was surrounding me, intoxicating me with the scent of whiskey and cigarettes and the proximity of his body. 

Just one little move of his head forward and his lips would be meeting mine. 

Heat radiated off his body like he was a heater in the brutal cold of December and I tried my best not to look him in the eyes. Or I might see something in them I shouldn't see.

He asked again, his voice deep and dark, sounding almost dangerous. "Who was it?" 

I only replied with. "Don't give me orders."

I didn't even know who it was. All I know is that I was sick of men getting horny just by thinking I was untouched. I hated the tradition of a man claiming a woman on their wedding night, and all I had decided was that I wasn't going to be a part of this sick mafia tradition.

So one night when I was seventeen and would go clubbing to spite Papa, I let one of the guys who were flirting with me take me home, and let him do what he wanted. It had been painful as fuck, but then I'd realized that I'd rather go through the pain with a random college kid who didn't know the first thing about pleasing a women, rather than a mafia man who didn't give a fuck about the woman and used her for his own pleasure.

After that night, I had felt like a weight had been lifted off of my shoulders. It was like I was free in a way. And because I had left as soon as it was dawn, I never even saw his face in the light enough to be able to recognize him even if he was sitting in front of me, and nor would he be able to recognize me because I had been wearing a disguise.

Matteo punched the wall next to my head and I shook back to present. "Who was it?" He asked again, louder this time.

I looked at him with narrowed eyes, and he repeated. "Who?" He asked. I stayed silent, thinking of if I should grab my blade and stab him."Bianca, who the fuck wa—"

I interrupted him. "I don't know!" I said losing it, before I could stop myself.

He let out a fake laugh. "Stop lying, who are you trying to protect?" His rage was only making me angrier, and I was not going to take it.

I pushed at his chest, only being able to get him to move his face a little back, but his feet were still in place. "Why the fuck does it matter to you?" I questioned.

He resisted against me and when I tried pushing him away again, he grabbed my arms and pinned my wrist above my head. "Because Bianca. No one gets to touch you. No one gets to even look at you the wrong way. If they do, they don't get to live afterwards."

"Then you can go the fuck away and kill yourself." I said between my harsh breaths.

He let out a low, dark laugh. "Except, you want me to touch you. You've always wanted me." He said.

I glared at him, trying to pull my wrists out of his grasp. "The fuck you know." I seethed still trying to get him to release me. "Let me go!" But he only closed the little bit of breathing distance between us.

"You're a filthy liar Bianca. I see straight through you." He said.

It should have revolted me, angered me, but instead his words felt like hot liquid pouring down to my core. I forced myself to focus on steadying my breaths, and using the little bit left of my brain I said. "Let go of me, Cognato."

If anger was a color Matteo's eyes would've been a dark crimson red right now. He loosened the hold on my wrists, his shoulders shaking from the breaths he took in and out, and my chest rose and fell like I had ran a marathon.