~ what do you see in him?....
Everything you don't ~
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All Celandine's father wanted was to protect his beloved daughter. Even if it meant sending her away...
Little did he know, his daughter will fall i...
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Worry.
When I was young I never put mind of how my life will turned out. I always like focusing on the present. The now is what matters, not the past, not the future, but the present.
Living every second. Never did I thought I'd fall In love. With a man that thought love was a waste of time, something that was not real.
Arsenio changed my life, for the better I say or worse, as some others say.
So, spending hours worrying, overthinking whether he would come back or not, waiting for him to come thru the door.
That's definitely not how I thought my life would turn out to be.
During the attack Cata took us to a safe room in my studio, no, I didn't know it was there.
We waited for what felt like hours until someone came to take us out.
When Franco came, he told us everything was handled, he then took Elena and the girl into their room, Cata went to see her husband and me, well , I went to my room. Where I've been waiting for Senio for about seven hours.
I glance at the clock on the nightstand. 4:32 am . I sight.
I don't know what's happened, Franco refused to tell me anything. I stopped pacing around the room and sat down on the edge of the bed. Waiting.
Fiddling with the hem of my nightdress, the lacy trim didn't seem to eased my nerves.
Then I heard it, the door opens. I stand and make my way to him, stopping on my tracks as I take on his state.
I gasped.
His eyes lost, cold and distant. His once cream colored shirt is now stained crimson. His hands bloodied, form into fists. His steps heavy, slowed. Hi makes his way to the bathroom with out sparing a glance my way. Hi seem to be in autopilot.
I follow him. I watch as he takes off his clothes and steps into the shower. Staying still, water cascading down on his body.
"Entra" he comands, his voice low and raspy. (Get in)
I pull at the straps of my nightdress and let it fall to the floor, my panties follow suit. Once they pooled at my feet I stepped in the shower.
Carefully I go to stand I front of him, I raise my hand to touch his chest. He tenses then relaxes under my touch.
His hand wrapped my neck, his hold tight. "Non ne parlerò, quindi prendilo da brava ragazza" he rasps, his lips slammed to mine in a strong bruising kiss, I struggle to follow it. (I won't talk, so take it like a good girl)
His free hand goes to grab my hip,tapping two times, knowing what he wanted I jumped and wrapped my legs around his waist. I run one hand through his face while wrapping the other one around his shoulder for support.
He groans and pulls back, his eyes still holding anger but now mixed with lust. He slams his dick in my pussy,hard. I yelped "ah" he didn't wait for me to accommodate to his size. Pushing in and out in a rough manner.
"Cazzo, cazzo tesoro sei così stretto" he groans against my lips. The sound of skin slapping eco into the shower walls. He slides a hand to my ass while the other one stays choking me. (Fuck baby your so tight)
He starts to kiss down my neck until his lips found my boobs, tugging and sucking on my nipples like a starving man.
My moans became louder as his thrusts harder. " mph Senio....aghh" I whimper. His grip tightened a round my throat.
"Zitto" he growl and I came, hard. He stops his movements, then stares down where we were connected. His jaw tightened, "cattiva ragazza". (Shut up / bad girl)
With that he pulls out of me, I whined scape my lips. He sets me down on my feet and turns me around abruptly, pushing me against the wall. "mani sul muro" he commands me, and of course i obeyed. (Hand on the wall)
Laying my hands flat on the cold wall he didn't give me a second to compose when he slammed inside me again. His thrusts rough, he lifts my hips a little, both his hand holding me in place as he speeds off.
"a chi appartieni?" He nips my ear (Who do you belong to) "Yo-you" I whispered. A sharp sting on my ass, he spank me. "You.. Arsenio" I moan his name, he spanks me again. "chi possiede questa figa?" He groans. (Who owns this pussy) I couldn't take it any more, I felt the knot form at the pit of my stomach.
"Ple-please..." he yanks me back, a strong grip on my hair as he spanks me with his other hand. I was a moaning mess " you Senio... I - I'm yours" a manage to breathe out. His hips slammed against my ass at an agonizing speed, raw and hard. He moans " venire"
I did, hard. Clenching hard around his shaft, squirting. "Senio..." I whined when he stops and I felt his dick twitch inside me.
"Cazzo" he stays for a second before pulling out. I was about to collapse before he turns me around and takes me in his arms .
Setting me down on the bench, he moves some strands of hair off my face. "brava ragazza, hai fatto bene piccola" (Good girl, you did good baby)
With that he starts to wash my body, gently. As if I was a delicate flower.
After the shower he takes me to bed, laying on our sides, facing each other. His arms wrapped around me and pulled me into his safe embrace.
