BELLA- A MAFIA ROMANCE

Caring.

Aaliyah—

He was a man with a weapon, anyone else would be afraid but no. I wanted all of him.

"What if Davi-?" My words were cut off again by stefano who shook his head at me.

"He's not here. Look at the way you're reacting to me, if I was to take off these little shorts I bet you'd be dripping for me, yes tesoro?" He said in reply, making me look down at the pistol that I knew was fully loaded. He could kill me in seconds. I had been intimate with people in the past, but never like this. It was exhilarating.

He lifted me by my waist and sat me on the counter, the stroganoff clearly bubbling over but that was the least of my worries for the minute. I had been craving this

He grabbed the hem of my shorts and panties at once, pulling them down my long legs in one swift motion and exposing me to the cold air around us.

He ran the gun between my folds, making me bite my bottom lip as I looked up at him through my eyebrows.

"Open." He gave a simple command. One that could mean many things but in this case I was more than willing to obey him. I found my body reacting to him before my mind could think and my legs opening for him as if this was a common occurrence.

"Tell me you want it, tell me you want me to fuck you with a gun." He spoke seductively, close to my ear as he pressed the pistol against me just at my entrance. Waiting for permission.

"I want it-" I breathed out, my patience getting the better of me and my nerves climbing up like the levels of an elevator.

"Why do you want Aaliyah? Look at me. Use your words." He instructed to which my eyes met his once again, and my brain reacted before my body could-

"Fuck me with your little gun." I stated wholeheartedly as he didn't waste any time in lowering the weapon and sliding it into me.

My back arched as I let out a whimper and wrapped both of my arms around stefanos large shoulders.

"Careful Bella, wouldn't want this going off from how tight you are, hm?" He said, a smirk on his face as he watched me with eyes full of lust. I knew that he was controlling himself, he didn't hide the fact that he wanted to have his way with me.

His finger slid onto the trigger but in my demented brain this only pushed me further to an upcoming climax.

"Stefano-" I moaned out as he increased his pace and stoked his thumb against my clit.

"Go on bella, let it go. Let it all out as I fuck you with my gun." He breathed into my neck, leaving small and sweet kisses wherever he went.

That was all it took until I let out a loud moan and my legs shuddered as an overwhelming orgasm took over my senses.

God, I had never came like that before in my whole life.

I opened my eyes and looked into his as he slowly pulled the gun out of me and placed it back into its holster on his side as my chest panted up and down like a dog in heat.

He leaned forward and placed a kiss right onto my forehead, the feeling leaving me even more satisfied but I felt sleep calling for me.

"You're so beautiful." He spoke with his husky and sexy Italian accent. Maybe we could co-exist successfully...

He turned his back and walked into the bathroom, leaving me exposed on the counter but I knew that he wasn't going to just leave me there... right?

It wasn't too long until he came back with a wet cloth and then begun to clean in between my legs. I had never had a man care for me like this before after roughly fucking me with a gun but it was kinda sweet. There was a silence between us but it was more than comfortable. It seemed that we were both content for once.

He picked up my panties and shorts, sliding them onto me and holding me up to put them on properly, he then handed me a fresh hoodie and slid it over my shoulders, kissing both of my cheeks once he was done.

"Are you tired amore?" He asked as I finally opened my eyes and looked at him, simply nodding sheepishly in response as a yawn escaped my mouth.

He picked me up off of the counter and carried me bridal style up the stairs and towards my room.

"Are you going to stay with me?" I questioned, wanting to know if he had anything to do that wouldn't concern me. A part of me wanted him to stay with me, but that also seemed personal.

"Sempre." He spoke, a once angry and aggressive voice was now so calm and comforting.

I nodded my head in response as i felt him place me down into my bed and place the covers over me, standing up so that he could turn off the light.

"You said you were stayi-" I started off saying before he shushed me. rude.

"One second liyah." He added afterwards as I watched him take off his slacks and shirt, clearly planning on getting in bed with me afterall. He slid in bed next to me and now here we were, lying in a bed side by side and staring up at the ceiling in the dark.

It was a silence where a question lingered, two powerful souls laid in a dark silence.

"What does this mean now?" I questioned, sounding like a desperate whore. I had been fucked by a gun and now my brain is trying to come up with the excuse that it could be mushy feelings?

I need to get over myself, and it was stupid to ask that question anyway.

"It means that we can live with one another and dream of other things rather than killing eachother. You're too precious to be six foot under. Goodnight tesoro." He said to me, turning onto his side and pulling me into him. The first time I had felt real comfort in a long time.

"You're too addictive to be six foot under... goodnight lyubov'" I replied back to him, feeling him tighten his hold on me until I finally closed my eyes and managed to get a good night sleep.

Is this what love feels like?

If so then I wouldn't mind being waterboarded in it until the day I take my last breath here.

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Two powerful people in one united front- seems like the progression of a enemies to lovers trope to me-

Anywayyyy

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