Married to my mafia school bully

Happy - Part two

Y/n pov:

Widening my eyes seem like the least I could do. My already heavy breathing hitched into an even worse unsteady beat. His words were annoyingly stuck in my head like flies in a spider's web. Words left my world like how my every thought did minutes ago. Can't believe I kissed him, that I am sitting on top of him, right now. His silence is disturbing in that kind of way that makes me feel uncomfortable. My lips open and close countless of times, in search of something to say. Stupid or not, so long I say something. Still, luck is not on my side this time, for now. I repeat the line in my head I know I will say. What I must say. So, after taking a deep breath, I finally say...

"I need time. To think about this. A lot has happened lately, you know." I make circular motions with my fingertips on the chest above his heart, feeling his heartbeat under my hand. He is smiling at me. That kind of smile that makes my heart hammer in my chest and makes my cheeks burn. I can feel his lungs drum under my thighs when he hums in agreement.

What the hell am I doing? This is all wrong. I shouldn't be doing this.

This 'man' has deadly hurt my very first friends in this country, and here I am. Sitting on the same man's stomach. Allowing him to touch me like he does. I can't complain. The way he makes me feel is, something special.

No, no, no. Not happening. I won't fall for him. I need to get away from him, escape more of. Run away as far as I possibly can, maybe I could flee to another country. Like, Italy. I've always wanted to visit Italy. Then, the worst idea comes to my mind, but it's the only way to escape... Distraction.

I'm gripping to his belt when he suddenly sits up, taking me with him. His face is only inches away from mine. I don't remember when he lifted my legs around him, or when he took my jacket off. I only realised he had taken it off me when he threw it over his head.

I frowned at the warm, black jacket behind his back. Remembering how it felt so loose around my entire upper body, almost like a dress. The sound coming from my mouth, I hope sound like the questions I can't manage to say before he cuts me off.

"You don't need that anymore"

I shake my head, tugging on his belt with my hands as well as I pout at him. Can't say he does not look like he had just watched a comedy show.

"Kooooo, why did you take it off. I'm cooold" I wheeze, tugging once again at his belt. He looks down to my hands on the leather with a satisfied smirk. God, how much I want to smudge that grin off his stupid face. Stupid, stupid, stupid man. Can't even have a jacket on.

He slides his hand under my thin sweater, as well as tugging my head closer to his with a hand to my neck.

Distraction...

I lift his shirt from his pants, brushing my palm on his abs.

Distraction...

He nipples his teeth on my lips, tugging them with a passion unlike from the one from our earlier kiss.

Distraction...

We fall to the flowery grass. His eyes are closed when I look at his face. I lay beside him, my jaw leaning on his shoulder. My finger finds its way to his cheek as I ask...

"Koo?"

I got nothing but silence in response. I poke his cheek again.

"Are you sleeping?"

With a grunt, he firmly locks his arms around my waist and push me on top of him. I look into his tired eyes, watching sleep catching up to him. With gentle movements, he pulls my hair behind my ear before rolling it firmly on my back. He watches his finished work with a smile. I lift myself upwards and give him a soft peck on his lips, which he returns with a longer peck when I pulled back. He blinks numerous times to stay awake. A laugh slips my lips before I bump my head on his chest.

"Sleep. Seems like you may need it."

This is my perfect opportunity to run away. If he's sleeping deep and soundly, it will be easy for me to slip away.

Time feels so distant as I wait for his breathing to slow down, waiting for his chest to slowly lift under my head. I'm listening to his heartbeat. Feeling his muscles tense when I shift on his body. By the time he starts snoring, I pull myself off him in the slowest movements I can manage to do. It's a struggle I'd rather not talk about how I slipped out from his hands. Not a very good sight.

I'm standing next to him. Watching him roll over to the side and searching around him with his hand for something to hold. A tear runs down my cheek. Why am I crying? This is what I want right?

Right?

I tear my eyes off him. If I did not start moving now, I would eventually change my mind. Turning on my heels and walk towards the gravel road. The rocks feel harsh under my flat shoes as I run the same way we came from. I did it. I escaped...