✍︎ 𝐑𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐒𝐇 𝐌𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐃 [dark mafia romance] | 𝟏𝟖+

| 44 | 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐋'𝐒 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐄 𝐈

A lot of Leonardo's actions stirred my troubled heart, however, I could not yield the last one.

Did he really carve my initials onto his body? This kind of prospectous action is permanent, and yet the thought of it...

Ambitions surged through my mind in bursts – what did this mean exactly?

An action of gratitude?

An action of affection?

An action of love?

The last thought scares me, and, at the same time, the affection he disputes grows stronger each day. It burns, carves, and ignites me every day.

Yet, Leonardo is or feels different.

He isn't sensitive; he doesn't succumb to emotions – he acts. If, for example, I'd ask any other man to give me the world, I would be met with a tragic stare, laughed at, or, worse, put up somewhere where the sun doesn't even shine.

But Leonardo, on the contrary, would do it instantly – he would gladly give me the world, and the only thing I'd do would be choose the specific part where to start.

Dawn dimmed the D'Angelo villa. As me and Leonardo got home, the house was already engulfed in twilight.

Silently, we creep down the corridor towards the stairs. Leonardo leads the way, so guided by inertia, I turn to the left side of the corridor.

I always do this – after all, my room was there, but then, suddenly, Leonardo grabs my forearm and, leaning close to my ear, whispers, "Come to my room."

I can't contain myself and dash towards his room. He pushes the door and closes it as we entered. I take off my clothes and collapse onto the silk sheets.

I hear the clink of his belt, then a dull thud, and soon he slips in beside me. His hot breath and strong arms instantly envelop my waist.

As he pulls my body closer and sinks into the silk, I sigh out of the emotions surging through me.

He asked me to come to him.

He.

Did.

That.

He broke his main principle.

For me.

"Good night, kitten," he purrs into my ear and kisses my forehead.