Danger and Tattoos

Claim Me

River's POV::

I wake up to only my parents in the room with me. Last night I fell asleep with Vito holding my hand in his tightly as if if he were to let go or soften his grip, I would fade away. Me wanting away from him was my mind telling, I know it's what I should do. But he won't allow that no matter now much I want it and no matter now good my reasons are. Some people would view that as overly possessive and that I should run from him, but its his way of keeping me safe.
"Honey," my mom says as she rushes to my side. I force a smile at her, feeling pain all throughout my body; especially in my back. "How do you feel?" She asks.
"Okay," I lie. She's always been one of those women who doesn't believe in pills as medication. I know she won't allow them to give me any pills for the pain, so I don't tell the truth. "Dad," I say, reaching my hand out. He takes it in his and squeezes it. I suddenly feel bad for my behavior yesterday.
"Do you remember how this happened?" He asks me. I nod. I'm just not noticing I have a bandage around my head. Great.
"I was walking in the park to go back to the dorms for the night. I was studying there for some fresh air. Next thing I know I hear a loud sound and in pain. I'm guessing by the time the ambulance and police arrived, the shooter left," I tell them. They look at each other sadly.
"Well, we think it'd be a good idea for you to come back home and finish the semester online," my mom says. I shake my head. "Listen, I know how much you love attending college and having a dorm with your best friend, but its safer this way. It's also a good idea because it'll give you time to heal. You won't have to walk to classes and sleep on an uncomfortable bed."
I know there is no talking them down on this. Once they have their mind set on something, they stick to it. The only thing I've ever disrespected their decision was about being layer. Both of them are involved with law and politics, I want to be a doctor. Knowing I'd be the one stuck with my career, I choose to listen to my own mind.
"Okay," I say. The doctor comes in with a sweet, welcoming smile. She looks at my IV's and blood pressure before turning to my parents.
"Can you two please leave the room, I'll tell you when your welcome back," she says.
"Okay, well we'll be back in little bit. We'll bring you something back to eat," my dad says and kisses my cheek. After the door closes I let the tears of pain fall.
"Pain?" She asks.
"Yeah," I say. She goes to the cabinet in the corner of the room that's fill of pills and takes some out for me to take.
"I take it your parents aren't believers in pills?" She asks. I shake my head after taking them. "There was a man in the waiting room asking to see you. I had him wait until I was finished. Would you like me to bring him in?"
"Who was it?" I ask.
"He said he was your friend? Covered in tattoos, blue eyes, very handsome," she explains. I nod.
"He can come in. Thank you," I say. She gives me one last smile before walking out, bit leaving the door open for Vito. He walks in, dressed in a jean button down that has leather sleeves, black jeans that have a few rips in the knees and boots. Closing the door, he gives me a grin.
"How do you feel?" He asks, sitting in the chair beside me.
"Terrible. My whole body hurts. It feels like I have a heavy dog laying on me, a knife know my back, and a brick on my head," I explain. He sighs, his has clenching. "She gave me something for the pain, so I should feel better soon."
"You still look as beautiful as always," he compliments. I blush, looking away.
"Stop."
"Why? Its the truth," he says. I sit up the best I can and kiss him. His lips brush against mine gently, his lips tasting like mint. "I love you," he says against mine. I pull back a few inches.
"Wh-what?" I say.
"I said I love you," he repeats. "I usually don't believe in this shit, but with you I feel those cliche feelings that's scare me. I don't care if you can't say it back yet, cause I know damn well I'm not easy to love. But-"
"I love you too," I tell him. His lips part in shock. "I want to get out of here."
"As much as I want you too as well, we have to wait. If you leave now, there will be complications," he says. I sighs, closing my eyes.
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Three weeks later:

I wake in the middle of the night to Vito sitting at the edge of the bed with his head in his hands, the moon light casting through the window. The tattoo on his back is my favorite; I've always loved skeletons.
"Vito," I say. He turns at the sound of my voice and gives me a soft smile. It's almost sad. "What's wrong?" I ask.
"Nothing. Go back to sleep, baby," he says, turning back. The smell of a cigarette catches my attention. I sit up and crawl over on my knees to him, placing my hands on his broad shoulders. "I said-"
"I know what you said, I'm just not listening. What's wrong?" I ask. He turns around and places me between his legs so their around his waist.
"I love you, River."
"I know, you've told me that almost all day."
"That's what's wrong. I shouldn't love you, that makes this a lot more dangerous. Your my weakness, and people will find that out. You got shot because I brought you somewhere. The night in the hospital you wanted this to end, I should have let you go for your safely. I know I can keep you safe, but I also out you in danger. You can die, and if you die because of me, I won't be able to live with myself," he explains. "I keep having nightmares of what it must have looked like when you got shot."
I brush his hair out of his fave and look him in the eyes. "You can't think about that. I'm fine now, I didn't die; all I have is a scar on my back. I know this is dangerous, I knew this when you showed up at the party. I don't care," I tell him. His eyes shine into mine as he leans in, cupping my face in his hands.
I rub my hands down his back, feeling every tight, toned muscle under the ink. "Claim me," I say against his lips. He pushes me back roughly, for a second I think he's mad I would ask that. He leans down and kissed my cheek, mamonh his way to my lips. Once their on mine I don't want to stop.
He grabs my legs and wraps them around his waist. His eyes burn into mine. "I don't want to scare you. If this is just because you think this is what I want, you do-"
"I want you. This is for me too," I tell him. He reaches down and unties the the pink the bow I made to keep my sweats up, along with my underwear. I sit up and remove my own shirt. Immediately I want to cover myself, especially the scar. I reach down and draw down his boxers, too scared to look down.
"I need to know your positive and...safe," he says.
"I am, and yes I'm on birth control. Have been for three months," I say. He touches me gently, making me gasp in surprise. "Shit."
"No swearing, beautiful," he smirks. He props himself up in his elbows. "How long-"
"Seven months now," I say, knowing what he was going to ask. Nodding, he kisses me as he pushes in, muffling my wince.
"Your okay?" He asks. I take deep breaths, looking into his beautiful eyes. "I don't want you to be scared." He starts moving slowly, gently kissing me.
"I'm perfect. This is perfect." He keeps the same pace, letting me feel every inch on him. His hit skin rubs against mine, setting it on fire. He creases my cheeks, looking into my eyes.
"I love you. So much," he moans. I grip his shoulders, closing my eyes. He captures my lips with his, his hands roaming over my body. I wince again. "I'm sorry. Did I hurt you?"
"Just a little, but not bad. Just...oh my god. Scared down there," I say breathlessly.
(AN: Tia you can stop reading now 😂)
I wrap my arms around his neck, moaning loudly. "Fuck," he curses. My nails scratch at his back, raising my hips. He kisses down my neck and to the scar, leaving marks. He goes harder, pinning my hands above my head. I start to panic at the restraint.
"Vitox-mm- please move your hand. I can't-" he let's my hands go and grips my waist. Sweat beads our bodies. I begin feeling an unfamiliar feeling. "Vito. Oh my gosh. Fuck." My back arches as I reach my end.
"Fuck," he groans, collapsing on top of me. I close my eyes, holding him. "You okay?"
"More than."

AN: Well now she's in this for the long run. How do you feel about him claiming her? Please comment and share! Believe in yourself -Vaeh