✥ The Billionaire & His Secretary ✥
[part two] Violette Rossi, the younger daughter of the feared Italian mob boss Rafael Rossi, is challenged by her own blood to make her own identity apart from her father's. When she is offered a job to work for t...
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Desiree (Violette's Older Twin Sister) (Four Years Ago...)
My cheeks were wet and most likely tinted pink from the cold air. There was something about the air in Russia...it was moralizing almost as if a sharp reminder of how harsh life can truly be. I knew that better than anyone, and no one knew how much it was eating me away from the inside, except for maybe him, except for Asterio.
I could hear the heavy footsteps in the snow as they made their way over to me where I sat near the frozen lake. It was delicate and so so breakable, and he knew more than anyone why I chose to sit so close to it every winter.
The scent of pine trees and mint soon enveloped me as he as well chose to sit next to the thin ice of the lake. His reason though differed from mine. Asterio didn't want to die but he would also force me to live.
I didn't say anything as I leaned right into his open arms and right into his open wool coat. He wrapped me right against his chest before closing his coat over me. He pressed a rough kiss on top of my head, showing me that he was not happy with how cold I was.
"Why were you crying, моя любовь?" (Why were you crying, my love?)
Once again I chose not to say anything but instead closed my eyes and listened to the soft thump of his heart. A sigh escaped past my lips as I finally felt content, the jittery running thoughts nowhere to be found.
They all seemed to run away when Asterio was with me, I like to think that they are shy of him. Shy of how he would take one look at them and know there was nothing but darkness clothing them.
"You know Herena made you apple sharlotka."
"I tried to steal a piece for myself but almost lost an arm to a butcher's knife. That woman is like a vicious bear that happens to smell like cinnamon, anyways it can really throw a man off you know."
A smile made its way on my face as I listened to him talk. It was my favorite pastime, other than watching the baby foxes come out of their dens to explore the Russian winter.
"I'll sneak you some." I spoke into his chest.
"Now would you?" His tone gave away his amusement and I pulled away from his arms to look him in the eyes. Oh yeah, this man had the most beautiful eyes I had ever seen. They were moss-green with just a hint of golden that seemed to always be there whenever he was looking at me. It definitely made me feel special...it made me feel like I was his girl...I was his girl.
As I was busy admiring his eyes, I failed to notice how mesmerized he was himself. His eyes looked at my face as if they couldn't help but count every freckle. "Gosh, you are gorgeous драгоценный. It's sometimes hard to even look at you."
The smile on my face got bigger as I wrapped my arms around his neck and twisted around so that my back was to the frozen lake. I got on my knees to get even with his face and his hands instantly grabbed onto my waist in habit.
"поцелуй меня." I whispered right against his mouth. (Kiss me)
"No драгоценный, I'm going to devour you." And just like that his mouth roughly took mine. He was a greedy kisser, always has been ever since he started kissing me. It's almost as if he wants to get in so deep that I would never be able to make him leave. (No precious, I'm going to devour you.)
"Пожалуйста, пожалуйста, пожалуйста." I pleaded against his mouth as his tongue sought mine. Gosh, I loved the taste of him. (Please, please, please.)
"Вам нужно остановиться. Тебе нужно, черт возьми, остановиться." (You need to stop. You need to fucken stop.)
I knew that Asterio was just as obsessed with me as I was with him if not more...we were two hurt humans who were in love but never will admit it. We were broken and hopeless. But we were never afraid of bleeding for each other, we were never afraid to burn for each other. We knew how much we needed each other, I mean we lived for each other.
"Прикоснись ко мне, Asterio. Пожалуйста." (Touch me, Asterio. Please.)
His rough hand slipped into the front of my slacks as his tongue tasted mine. The cold palm of his hand grabbed onto my cunt and gently gave it a squeeze as I tried to rub myself on it.
"Боже, ты мочишь мою руку, дорогая." I knew I was leaking onto his hand and he didn't seem to give a fuck. (God you're soaking my hand, precious.)
I was whining pathetically as I couldn't pull my mouth away from the rough bites of his teeth but couldn't find my release through the mere rubbing of my cunt on his rough hand.
"You need fingers, драгоценный. You need my thick fingers inside of you." And before I could respond, he pushed two of his fingers inside of me.
"You're so precious, малыш. So so precious and beautiful...perfect for me." (You're so precious, baby.)
I rode his fingers before I finally came, my cum dripping down his fingers onto his already wet palm. My lips refused to leave his as they remained touching but my body sagged against his.
"Я люблю тебя, моя драгоценная." He spoke against my mouth. (I love you, my precious.)
I brought my shaking cold hands and cupped his handsome face before saying, "Я тоже тебя люблю." Now only if love was enough for what was soon to come to haunt me forever. (I love you too.)
- Don't worry, she will be a tough nut to crack as time goes on and believe me Asterio will be like a lost puppy for her but who wouldn't be. Love you beautiful people, have a lovely day mwah.
