Danger and Tattoos

Sinful

             River's POV::

My parents, older brother, and I all walk out of the house. He's been in New York for the past year because of his job. Him and I have always been close.
I look up at the sky, taking a deep breath of the cold hair. Its almost the time of year where I can stop wearing these uncomfortable skirts on Sundays.
       Someone taps my shoulder, making me jump a little. Cyra gives me a soft smile once I've turned around. "I'm surprised your here." My brows furrow. "Your parents said you go to the night church."
    "I usually do, but I thought this would be a nice change." She nods, leaning against the tree.
    "So how long have you been in a relationship?" She asks.
    "I'm not in one."
    "Sure. I seen you walking out with that guy covered in tattoos and muscle when you left the library," she says.  
    "No, he's not my boyfriend. I hardly know him. We just met and needed to do something. He's just someone I know," I tell her. She scuffs.
    "Sounds safe."
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     I sit down awkwardly on the couch, my hands shaking. Suddenly, I wish I has changed my clothes from church. No guy wants to see a girl in a long skirt and sweater. I'm dressed like a grandma. If I were to take the sweater off my mom would murder me. She might not be here, but just the thought of her finding out scares me.
     "How are you doing?" He asks.
     "I'm fine, you?" I ask. He nods tensely.
    "Good," he replies. "I'm terrible at this. I usually don't do dates."
   "I kind of figured. Not that it's obvious, you just don't seem like that type of guy. Not in a bad way, I just mean-"
    "I know what you mean," he say with a grin. "Truth be told now, the dinner I set on the table and put in a bowel is from the store; I just made it look like I can cook. I can't." I giggle, smiling down at my hands. They travel to his, looking at the tattoos on them. I find myself wondering if he only has his arms and hands tattooed or more. "We should eat."
   He stands up and leads me over over to the kitchen table. His dog walks in and jumps onto the couch. "She's so cute."
    "She is, but a lot to take care of. When I first got her she was so small I would loose her around the house," he says. I smile at him, enjoying the food. "How's your family?"
   "There fine?"
   "No, I mean what are they like?" He corrects.
   "Interesting, sometimes I don't think I'm there birth daughter though. We have very different mind sets."
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     I bend down on the floor to grab my jacket, my ankle giving out and making me fall. Thank god Vito went to his room to change his shirt. I decide to stay on the floor as I put my jacket on. Before I can, the sight of a shadow towering over me makes my heart stop.
    I look up at Vito, now realizing the compromising position we're in. His eyes burn into mine. "Sorry I heard you fall," he says. Dear lord his body is glorious. As I force myself to stand, my lips brush his skin.
    He steps back and walks back for the room. Oh my gosh. THAT JUST HAPPENED!! OH MY GOSH!
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    I shift awkwardly on my feet as Vito opens the door for me. "Thank you for agreeing to this. It made me feel...normal I guess you could say," he says. I smile, looking into his colored eyes.
   "Thank you too. I had a great time. It was nice to get away," I say, my heart beating hard in my chest. He bends down and presses his lips against mine roughly. My hands immediately grip his waist. I kick the door shut as he turns me away from it.
    He picks me up, my legs wrapping around his waist. My fingers tangle in his hair. The impact of the wall hitting my back hurts, but I ignore it. He pulls away and sucks and nips at my jaw and neck. I find myself lifting the hem of his black shirt. He pulls back again and strips it off, showing me the tattoos he has all over his body.
     My thoughts go sinful. Very very sinful. He sets me down and removes my sweater, his eyes widening at the corset bra underneath. My eyes close at the sensation of his poisonous lips being back on mine.
    "You belong to me."

AN: Woot I'm back...again. Please comment and share! Believe in yourself -Vaeh