Aries PoV-
There are a thousand thoughts running through my head, Maria is standing over me as she tucks me in slightly. All I feel is regret, guilt even. I betrayed her, even if she will never be truly mine.
She started to move away from me, leaving the room. I don't know if I should ask her to stay with me, or whether I should let her be. She closes the door and walks away somewhere, but not towards her room. She better not go smoke again. I stayed there, awake looking at my ceiling. She'd have to have sex with me at some point, we need to produce an heir or else there will be questions, many many questions. I don't want to treat her badly but I don't think clearly, ever.
After sitting like that for an hour, I couldn't take it anymore, I wanted to see her, I wanted to hug her. I got up and started my way up to her room. I opened the door and looked in but she still wasn't in there. I went around the house and went into a small section where there was light, it was near the books, your too easy Maria.
I found her, reading a small book on religions, her pretty face shaped by the light.
"Are you religious?" She asked me without looking up. "I have no morals, so no." She hummed, placing her book down. "Why not?" She asked. "There is no morals with this job, there is no God, there is no hope. Not for us." I said, looking at her as she stared back. "But wouldn't it comfort you in some way, maybe to think that there was a place for you." . "I would be so far down in hell." I laughed a little at my own remark. "Or maybe, you would be forgiven?" . "Do you forgive me?" She paused, looking away and thinking. I moved to her, going down on my knees in front of her and taking her hands. I shaped them into mine. "If there's one thing I will pray for, is your forgiveness. I don't care about a God, but I will make you one if I must." She looked down at me, with a remorseful look. "Fine, you're forgiven." She said in a straight forward tone. I kissed her hand, and laid my head on her small thighs, stroking her legs softly. I could've fallen asleep right there if she hadn't gotten me up. "Let's go sleepy head, it's already one in the morning." I nodded.
I laid down on my bed over my covers. She gave me a kiss on my forehead and started to leave. I grabbed her and pushed her onto the bed, pulling her closer to me. " You want me to sleep in here?" I nodded softly. "Let me at least change then." She sat up trying to find her way through the dark room. I sat up as well, watching her rummage through my closet for a shirt. When she found one, she started to take off her shirt but was having trouble with her bra. I shall be your hero. I snuck up behind her, unclipping her bra. She looked back at me covering her chest, I kissed the back of her shoulder and went back to the bed, waiting for her with open arms.
"Can you lay on top of me again?" She whispered as she got in. Silently, I pulled myself atop her and she started playing with my hair and petting my back. I was drifting off and I was happy.
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Pressure
Romance18 year old Dior Maria Salvator was born into mob royalty, she was an assassin . This fact was in her veins, she had been raised for this. Though she kept it secret, she had a normal-ish life. She went to high school had many friends she was a norm...