ONE MONTH EARLIER...
Mielle POV
"43,44,45,"
Chris' soft tone coached.
A burning sensation began on my side from the result of my labor. After the first 50 I was done but, he motivated me to keep on going.
"49,50. Good Job" he finished with a smile.
I fell back flat on the floor from exhaustion.
Returning the smile, he took a seat on the floor next to me. I admired his chiseled tattooed arms as I lie back on the floor. I shook my head of the thoughts that were consuming it and began to sit back up. I didn't realized we shared the same thoughts until he climbed on top of me. Shoving his tongue in my mouth. Trying my best to push him off of me when I heard the door slam; I lifted my up to see my sister KeiLani.
"Seriously," she said, sounding more like a statement then a question.
"Kei.." I began, clearing my throat for an explanation.
"Put the living room back in order" she responded coldly.
I lay my head back on the floor looking around our living room that had been turned into a workout area. I turn my head to look back at her but was greeted by empty space followed by the slamming of her bedroom door. Chris chuckled on top of me.
"What's funny?" I questioned.
"Your sister. For two absolutely physically identical people your personalities are.. I can't explain." his laughter continued.
It was the truth KeiLani and I were nothing alike. Tomboyish and rough, KeiLani had always been, as my mother put it, her son.
"Forget about it though" he spoke, breaking my thoughts.
Resuming his actions he shoved his tongue back in my mouth. He entwined his fingers with mine, stretching them out above my head. Are kisses just getting passionate when his phone began to ring. Reaching for his phone on the table his lips didn't break from mines. But that quickly changed.
"Shit" he cursed under his breath once he realized who the caller was.
He rolled off of me bringing his knees to his chest.
"What's up baby?" he cooed into the phone.
I knew he was on the phone with his wife by the way he twisted his wedding ring on his finger.
"Yeah, I will be there tomorrow. Okay?"
He rose to his feet. Walking off to the bathroom leaving me alone to my thoughts.
I was in love with a married man.
KeiLani POV
"Uhhh" a light moan slipped from between my lips as his teeth pulled at my already hard nipple.
His hands roamed my body freely. "Fuck me Michael" I softly yelled at him but he wasn't listening. His dick kept on going at the slow pace.
"You want daddy to fuck you harder?" his cool breath hit my neck as he whispered, biting on my ear until it made me whimper in pain.
"Si papa" I spoke to him in Italian.
"Cazzo me durn" he nodded in agreement as he slammed me onto the bed , spreading my legs into a Russian spit.
He licked his plumped lips; staring down at me as he took his hard manhood out of me and started to hit it against the opening of my pussy.
"CAZZO ME SMETTERE DI GIOCATR.."
The rest of my yelling was caught in my throat as his dick made a grand slam inside of me.
"Harder,"
"Shut the fuck up " he roared as he pumped harder and harder inside of me.
My legs started to shake indicating that I was about to cum. Everything stopped when Chris' face became the one looking back at me.
"What the fuck?" I questioned myself.
My eyes popped open. I was back in my bedroom and neither one of them was with me.
"I need some real dick because you are making me go mad!"I spoke to my dildo.
I had named it T-raw to remember my forbidden love that I had left back at home. At the thought of him my kitty started to get wet. I also had to remember the promise that my father made to kill him because of me.
"Ugh!" I yelled out of anger.
I ran my hands down my face as I got up from under the covers and headed for my bedroom door again.
"See you baby" I heard Mielle' say to Chris.
"Aight. Don't forget to pack tonight, let your sister know too. I will be here 10am SHARP" he continued, followed by a kiss before he walked out.
I stood in my doorway watching her close the door behind him.
"Wow" I said making my present known.
"I wonder how Elena would feel about this? or better yet dad" I said with sarcasm, as I folded my arms over my chest waiting for her to respond.
"Shut the fuck up!" she spat harshly.
She started to clean the living room of the mess they had made earlier.
"I'm only speaking the truth so miss me with your bullshit,"
"What's coming out of your mouth is the only bullshit that is being spoken" she stated, waving her hand dismissing the conversation all together.
"Sideline hoes now a days" I mumbled under my breath.
I shook my head and turned to walk back into my bedroom. Suddenly a dagger speeding past my head and hitting the wall is what made me turned around quick.
"What the fuck is wrong with you?" I yelled.
I ducked behind the couch as she threw another one.
"You always want to talk about me and Chris and how our love for each other isn't real but who the fuck are you to tell me that it's not? Huh? I can't fucking hear you" she shouted like a mad woman.
Mielle POV
How dare she talk down on me?
True. I knew it was bad but I craved him. Even when I've showered I still felt him on me, his skin, his sweat, his arms around me... Honestly when we are together it is so natural that it's hard to tell where I end and he begins. But the fact still remains that he wasn't mines.
"Uuggghh!" I let out a yell.
"I don't have time for this"
"You never have time for shit!" she countered as I stormed back into my room.
"Yeah whatever bitch just pack your shit. Were going home tomorrow" I slammed my door not caring for a response.
I grew up closer to my twin sister than this. We were inseparable at one point but our mothers death caused a rift in not only our relationship with our father but us as well.
KeiLani and I are normal teenage girls.
Who had normal life problems.
Just born into an abnormal situation.
It was not all bad though. Our father did his best along side with Lee Mai our nanny but better addressed as, Mom. Vincent or Vinny our father is Italian, tall, broad shoulders, dark features, gray eyes, and the mob BOSS. An even though our father adored us his family were not to fond of our existence because of our mother.
Japanese and black, our mother stood, 5'2", light honey colored skin, sky blue eyes, and long black silky hair that grazed the floor when she wore it down. A beauty? Yes, she was and that is why our father fell in love with her. Giving us the Italian words for Sky and Honey as names because he said those were the 2 things that caught his eye about our mother.
But, our mother had died when we were 10.. Kidnapped and killed.
Supposedly...
