Devour You

24

Victoria

On the soundless street, Rio shuts the car door after me, before I watch his tall silhouette walk around his own sleek BMW to get to the driver side. I sit fidgeting with my slim fingers, pink lips pursed.

He gets into the car, before starting up the engine. I steady my gaze on him as he settles in the leather seat - either of his legs parted as he leans back comfortably. Soon, he meets my perceptive irises.

My eyes trail down to his luscious lips -that are still slightly stained by a smudge of his own blood- when his tongue deliberately sweeps across them. I swallow, hard, reverting my longing gaze back to his twinkling brown eyes forcibly.

"Did she touch you?" His voice begins, low and too sudden. I find my teeth tugging at my own lip, before I respond.

"No. She didn't hurt me." I state rather too softly - my perspiring fingers still fidgeting just above my lap. I watch the gangster flutter his dark lashes down to my legs, that are clinging together in the warm leather seat, and I gather that he spots my hands fiddling in such nervous fashion.

I plant either palm on either of my own thighs - that are clothed in my tight jeans. And I clear my throat, peering my gaze out to the glass window; the night sky still falling young and starless upon the silhouetted tree lines. I decide to glimpse ahead at the tall house Beth took me into over an hour ago...before Rio arrived and overcame the urge to pull the trigger when he aimed at Beth's face.

My breath was caught, during that moment, and my pulse quickened when I was overwhelmingly unsure of what he was going to do next. Now the red head's gone -alive- and I can't push aside the possibility of her coming back.

Part of me urges to question Rio of Beth's words from earlier, if their travel to Puerto Rico was true or not. But even if it wasn't, and she only breathed false tellings, the fact still keeps surfacing...she's still alive.

"Did you two," the words escape before my pink parted lips can take them back, when I turn to face the gangster again, "know each other?" I take in a calm breath, ridding a strand of my dark brown hair behind an ear. "Did you two go to Puerto Rico, before...?" I question softly, defeated by the curiosity that kept eating away at my veins.

Rio is still leaned back, when he meets my observant gaze. In turn, his full lips visibly twitch, as he quickly sends my seated body a firm once over. I freeze, when he examines me that way.

And then, he sits upright; straightening in the leather seat as if we were entering a more serious discussion. Rio's luscious lips part, as they curve upward smugly.

"Is that what's on your mind, Beth and I?" He questions lowly, his husky tone abundantly intrigued.

He earns a perched brow in return from me - my brown irises spark a flame in his direction. "Is this entertaining to you, asking you about your connections with another female?" I ask.

Rio licks his lips, hungrily, never peeling his longing gaze from my glaring eyes. I observe the unreadable glint glimmering within his chocolate brown irises, as he searches either of own my eyes from his seat next to me.

"Nah, darlin'." He states huskily, shifting in his black t-shirt as if he's making himself even more comfortable. "I'm entertained by the fact that I gotta show you again that no other woman comes before you." He adds, brushing his tongue against his tasty lips for moisture again.

"To prove it to you, that's what's lullin' me in. Oh, I'm entertained alright..." He drags lowly, next to me. Instantly, a light swallow travels down my throat. An all too familiar galvanizing shock courses through every vein, at the gangster's words.

Rio's brown irises dance with a familiar mischief, as he stares into my eyes intently. "But Beth, she worked for me. She doesn't anymore, not since she cheated me."

I part my pink lips, that have developed an intoxicating craving for his own, as I finally speak. "How'd she cheat you?"

"She did what any reckless person would do when it comes to learning my management. She stole my cash. The real, dirty money, not the fake cash." He explains lowly, still searching my steady gaze.

"How much did she take?" I ask softly.

"A lot." He states, before nasally releasing a sharp breath. "200 G's, sweetheart."

My brows instantly raise in utter surprise, before the gangster faces ahead - his sleek BMW still sounding the engine as we stay in place on the side of the desolate street.

"After she took the money she went for the hills. Puerto Rico, is where she decided to settle, I guess. And we went before, when she worked for me. It was some business with a drug lord up there, which I took care of." He says. "But I never saw it comin', the sticky fingers, not with her."

Rio turns deliberately to meet my irises once again, while I listen.

"When I say she just worked for me, she just worked for me. And the encounters between the two of us that may seem odd to you, it's because she's worked for me for too long; so long that I know stealing from me is somethin' she'll never attempt to do again." Rio finishes, shaking his head firmly.

"So just know, I won't let anybody hurt you, or touch you nonetheless, darlin'. I got you." The gangster reassures lowly, his charming irises captivating every inch of me.

It doesn't take many seconds to process his words, or to feel the corner of my lips twitch at the sight of him. It feels as if every puny yet immense weight that's tugged at my chest today no longer hovers - and I'm suddenly washed over in an earning relief. I knew his last words were true, I think I just needed to hear it.

I watch Rio grip the hard steering wheel by his left hand, as he tends to near my still frame - his other hand finding my thigh, slowly sliding his warm touch up and nearing my center.

His full lips are close to mine, from his leaning in. Now, we breathe the same air, as my pink lips are hungry for his own. The tip of his nose touches my own. My eyes linger on the only other set of tasty lips I think of, before my heart hammers vaguely in my chest.

"I love you, Victoria Stone. It'll always be only you..." He breathes against my face, sending waves of electricity down my spine in return.

I lean in closer, for my lips to brush against his.

"I love you too, Rio. Always." I claim and assure, slipping my hand around his tattooed neck, before I pull him in.

Eyes closed, my brows furrow in satisfaction at the deep kiss - it's passionate, slow and engulfed in a comforting warmth that I've grown all too familiar with.

I feel his warm hand remove from my thigh to press onto my back, as he attracts me, pressing my rapid breathing chest against his own.

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