To infinity, Amour

Chapter Three

NADINE
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I was at the bar. My 21st birthday is at midnight and Marc wanted to be the first to give me a drink. It wouldn't be the first time I would have alcohol, but the first in a long time. 

All I can remember from my last drink is the barfing and hang over I had the day after. 

It was 10pm and the music in the bar was loud, the lights were red and purple. It was hard to make out the faces of people. 

Marc comes in front of me, puts out his hands and leads me to the middle of the floor to dance. 

I am on my universities dance team so I was pretty good, really good if I may correct myself. I loved dancing since I was young, it was my escape. 

"Hey, ima go dance with a girl, i'll see you later."  Marc says, very typical of him to chase girls. 

Only a few of my friends were available tonight, not that I had many but I really hoped at least more than six people would be free for my 21st. 

My girl-friends and I were standing in a small circle, our bodies moving to the beat of the music, some of them were dancing upon insanely hot guys. Guys you would imagine while reading some dark romance. 

I was throwing my ass in circles, not to fast, not to slow when... 

big, strong, veiny, inked arms wrapped around my waist following my rhythm. I could tell he was tall just by him being behind me. I see an empty space on his forearm, long rectangle not framed, just empty.  

Wait. 

I've seen this tattoo before. 

It's Marc's boss. 

The owner of this very club. 

I quickly turn around to meet his beautiful green eyes. They weren't your regular green eyes, they were mossy, sage tone, with a hint of gold near the pupils. 

"Hi." He is the first to speak, he said it so softly I start to believe he didn't say it at all.

"Hi," I say back with a smile. "It's my birthday tonight." I tell him. 

"Happy birthday, Angioletto. How old are you turning?"

"21." He just acknowledges what I said but says nothing. 

"What's Angioletto?" 

"Angel. You remind me of an angel." 

"Yeah? How?" I ask with a tilt in my head.

"For one you're always wearing white, you have very soft but prominent feature, they're beautiful by the way- you're beautiful, and your voice is very soft, angelic like."

"Oh, thank you. White's my favorite color. I assume yours is black?"

"Yes, darling." He says, not looking at me but something in the distance. "Oh, and you're welcome."

A moment of silence falls between us two but I'm still dancing.

My friend came and whispered we should all take shots. 

I follow her to the bar while tugging Alessandro's hand. He follows after me but then he whispers in my ear telling me he was to go attend to something- an issue i think, but he would find me afterward. He gives me his card before he leaves and tells me to spend what I want to. 

I am reluctant to take it but it's my birthday so no protest came out of me. 

I've had a few shots when I feel arms around my waist, they weren't Alessandro's but I let it happen. Maybe I could have sex tonight. It's been sooo long. Tooo long. 

The hands then disappear. If I am honest I was disappointed. Really thought he would be inside me tonight. 

Ordering another shot, something light, I still wanted to be conscious tonight. I feel a large warm body behind me, hands staying on my hips. I think its the guy from earlier so I start grinding. 

Then  I see it. 

I see the large veiny hands. 

The tattooed skin. 

The arms that left me but came back. 

Alessandro. 

He begins to kiss down the left side of my neck, starting behind my ear and slowly going to my collar bone where he sucks and bites for a while.

The feeling of bliss these kisses on my skin were giving me. 

He doesn't know it. 

He doesn't know how his mouth on my body is making me feel. How his arms at my hips is making me wonder where else they could go.

As if he could hear my thoughts, he moved his left arm onto my boob and then started kissing the other side of my neck. 

When the music started to speed up, I started grinding closer, harder, and faster. I felt him harden behind me. 

"Angioletto." He huffs out. "How drunk are you?"

"Not much, I only had like three shots. Why?"

"Do you want to have an amazing birthday?"

"Yes."

And that's all he needed. He swept me of my feet, holding me bridal style. He walked out the back door, taking me to his car. It was a black BMW M3 from what I could tell. 

He laid me in my seat and as soon as he got in his, he put his hand on my thigh.

His hand lifts up the skirt of my dress. Touching me over my panties. 

Good thing I wore my pink laced panties with a bow on it...

My senses heighten when he goes over my nub slowly in circles, pressure slowly started building in my stomach.

He starts going faster so I instinctivly grab his hand. 

"Move your hand, baby." 

I don't listen. 

"I said move your hand." He says again. This time it's a stern tone, sort of cold. 

I move my hand and I let him do what he does. 

I'm about to come when he removes his hand from me. The warmth quickly leaving and the pressure dissipating. 

"W-What."

"Not yet, angioletto." He exits the car when I realize we're in a parking garage.

Upon entering his place I noticed it wasn't a normal apartment, it was a penthouse. And it was HUGE. 

All of a sudden I get pushed back onto the wall, both of his large arms caving me in, his face in the pit of my neck. 

"Let's give you a good birthday yeah?" He says in a husky voice. 

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A longer chapter but what does everyone think so far?? 

I wanted to add a little more smut and i might be adding more next chapter.