𝐋𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭 |𝟏𝟖+|

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Miguel Raffetò POV

I have officially been claimed by Etta Valentine. And by that I mean she's marked me for the first time.

Right on my shoulder now lies a bite mark, covered in a light bruise but I will wear it with fucking pride.

Last night was a dream, I swear it.

Those noises she made, her body in my palms, her lips on my skin. Pure heaven.

I was so infatuated with her that I didn't even try to stop myself before I came right alongside her. If I let myself daydream too long, I can still feel the way her hips quivered against me. How her lips were puffed when we finally stopped kissing. How her eyes became heavy with lust so raw it made my heart beat right outta my chest.

She's my everything and I'd be a damned loser if I ever lost sight of that.

Which is why I got so riled on the phone to Enzo yesterday.

When I helped him out last week, I made it very fucking clear that it was a one time thing. He knew it, and I knew it. I was done with that lifestyle.

But he just had to go and break that truce, calling me up and almost demanding I help him. But I said no. It pained me to turn him away, but I said no.

I couldn't risk it. Not now, not with her.

We were all scarred after what went down with Pollie and I'll be six feet under before I let that happen to my Etta.

So no. I won't help Enzo. Because I happen to have found my purpose for living and I don't wanna lose her.

"Fuck you!"

"Miguel, Jesus. I thought something had happened." Etta whirled round from her table clutching her chest in a panic.

"Something had happened. Micah just whooped Zeros ass." I threw my hands towards the flatscreen as Etta just scrunched her brows like I was crazy.

"I thought that's a good thing?" I tried to teach her the basics of this particular game, but she claimed the gore was too much for her innocent eyes.

Of course I had to remind her that her eyes didn't look so innocent when she had her lips wrapped around my cock.

"No Etty. Z is on my team, so him dying means we lost."

She raised her brows, her eyes sparkling with amusement as she said oh in the most sarcastic way possible.

I typed in the chat with Z and Micah and switched the screen off before padding over to Etta in nothing more than my boxers.

She didn't seem to mind my lack of clothing. In fact, I've found her ogling at me multiple times today.

"Don't you think you've done enough work for today baby? It's getting late and I don't want you to burn out."

She craned her head up as I hovered over her. "I know, I'm sorry I'm not much fun Migs. But I'm kinda in the zone at the moment, so can you give me an hour and then I'm all yours?"