Destroy me

Chapter 1 - Marco - Who is she?

I wasn't too sure about the entire situation. But my father had never been wrong in the past and I knew this was going to change things. How much my life changed because of it, because of her, was something I hadn't expected in 1996.

It was warm that day, not the weather for my Chanel 3-piece, but impressions had to be made. I was told very little about this trip, this was Danny's time to shine; getting kicked out of three collages, arrested, twice and convicted of GTA, meant he had some serious proving himself to do, but our Dad usually let him get away with it.

Danny, he was something special, could get anyone he wanted, in an obvious charming way. Me, I had different tastes to my brother, that was for sure, but at 23, he was my Dad's wildfire, and he loved him for it. I was a safe bet, controlled and dominating.

Their house was what I pictured, at least 20 bedrooms, en-suite, games rooms, studies, gyms, meeting rooms, and a high-tech training facility. Filled with a similar amount of men our home had and security.

We were greeted by Reggie, my dad's friend and the reason we were staying, his wife Monica, that definitely gave birth to the term "MILF" and their daughters, the first I met, Sophia, was adorable, a good 5'6 easily, but clearly only a child, and the second... Her.

Long brown curls hung around her shoulders, giant blue eyes, beautiful and all seeing; it was like she looked right through me, to my soul. Her figure was unlike any woman I'd seen. Tight, compact, in tight trousers and a sheer shirt, so that all her curves could be just seen, and as if she was actually trying to kill me, I was pretty sure she'd either gone braless or one with very little coverage. She was incredible. But, those eyes, they seemed wise, yet naive.

Reaching out my hand I just had to touch her skin, like porcelain velvet, soft to the touch, yet her grasp was firm, "I'm Marco, and you must be Niamh? It's truly a pleasure."

Wow, her mother must have had her young; she was at least what 21/22? At this point I just wanted to see what her eyes would look like in other situations, what her skin would feel like tied up under my touch, her eyes pleading with me for her release, what it would be like to taste her skin, be inside her... Whoa, I was getting too lost in my own thought so much I hadn't released her hand.

"Sorry, caught away in my own mind" she giggled, seemingly unsure; but still kept hold of my hand. She was, unique. But we were soon interrupted.

"How about we all go into the reception room for drinks" her father declared loudly. He wasn't particularly tall but he was a stern man. I didn't want to upset him and quickly released his daughter's hand. But as they all filed in to the next room I carefully grabbed her elbow and kept her behind the group and lowered my head to hers from behind and to this day I'm still not sure why I played with fire that moment, or maybe I did...

"It was you that was caught on my mind and everything I would do to you..."