Our Forced Love

𝓢𝓲𝔁𝓽𝓮𝓮𝓷

Aurora

He smashed his lips on mine roughly. I kissed back immediately. Maybe I can apply some of Kylie's advice for this moment. I linked my arms around his neck, pulling him more to me. He tucked a few strands of my hair behind my ear and cupped my face in his large hands.

"Fuck, you have no idea how bad I want you." He growled. He pulled away and grabbed my hand, ushering me toward the bed. He sat down toward the edge and pulled me on his lap.

He slowly fumbled with the straps of my sundress, pulling them down slightly so that my shoulder was exposed. I look down, feeling a little nervous. He always knows how to make me feel nervous. He kisses on my neck, his hands roaming up and down my back.

I softly sighed as he continued his kisses along my neck and jawline. I tangled my hands through his soft brown hair, wanting more. He pulled away. "Come here." He whispered. I gripped on his shoulders and scooted closer towards him so that our chests were touching one another's. "You're so perfect." He smiled as he stared into my eyes, full of lust. I pull him to me, kissing him with the same roughness as he does with me.

The sound of his phone ringing interrupts our moment causing us to pull away. I rolled my eyes, feeling frustrated. He groaned, obviously frustrated as well. I wanted us to continue, but I know that whoever is calling, it could be something really important.

He grabbed his phone. "Sorry, love." He whispered before he started talking to whoever was on the other line. "Maricceli. What's up?" I couldn't hear the rest of his conversation as he started walking toward the balcony door.

I slid the straps of my sundress back on my shoulders. Well, that was a buzzkill. But I understand that he has work that he needs to do, so I won't make a huge fuss about it. I should check out my paint room. I opened the door and the supplies that Guido and Antonio had searched for were laying on the floor.

I squealed in delight as I went ahead and set up the easels and the paints. Now all there is left is my piano and my art room will be set. He got so many, I have a whole lifetime supply of paint things. I shoved the rest into this closet in the room. I hummed a tune as I set up my plants that Kylie had bought me.

I looked around. My art room is complete. It looks exactly like how I had envisioned it - minus the keyboard, of course. I pulled my phone out and took an angled picture to post on my social media. I rarely post on my Instagram, unless it's a song I play or something artistic. I've only followed Kylie on Instagram, recently just followed Daniel. I like to keep my life private. Especially now with this "wife of a gangster" type lifestyle I found myself in.

As I was basking in the sunshine peeping through the room, the door opened and Antonio appeared. I smiled and ran to him, hugging him tightly. "Thank you so much, Antonio!" I squealed. "I love it, I'm so happy." I smiled. I pressed my lips to his. "Thank you, thank you, thank you!"

"Don't thank me, love. Anything I could do for you." He chuckled. "That's all I want, for you to be happy." He smiled. He cupped my face and leaned down to kiss my lips. "I have to go, though. I'll be back later for dinner." He informed me.

I frowned. He had just got back home, it sucks that he has to go back out again, and this time, he's not coming back until dinner. "You were just out though." I pointed out. I put on a pout and played with his collar. "You can't stay for a bit? Watch a movie?" I asked him.

He sighed. "I have a lot of important shit to deal with, Aurora. Please understand that." He grunted. He's never swore while talking to me. I've never seen him get serious with me until now. I didn't want to make him mad.

I instantly start to feel bad about nagging him. "I-I do. It's just_"

"I gotta go, okay?" He interrupted. He pushed my hands away and walked out the door. I groaned in frustration and walked back in the room. I just need to paint. Painting will help ease my mind.