Assassin [18+]

It all came down

§Eros Iacovone§

After cleaning up her vomit, which didn't have any food in it, I helped her get into her PJs. She looked awful, even if she's a beautiful girl it wasn't cute.

It's weird seeing her like this; when we last saw each other she was nothing like this; her parents were neglecting her but she was still happy or at least appeared to be so.

Six years have gone by since I last saw her. She dressed in flowered dresses and bowed headbands back then. She looked at me with affection and not with lust. She drank tomato juice all the time, not tequila.

It just saddens me to see her like this because I've known her since she was six.

"Please forgive me," she whispered against my neck as I carried her bridal style to my bedroom.

"It's fine, Morgana," once she was on the bed, I locked the door of my room. "Just sleep, tomorrow you'll have an awful headache."

She lay down on my side of the bed and covered up to her head with the duvet "Goodnight."

A deep sigh left my mouth "Morgana," I sat on the little edge she left "this is my side of the bed."

"The room is spinning," she whispered. "I can't move."

"Fine," I lay on the other side of the bed just to have her climb on top of me almost immediately. "Morgana, just—"

"Please," she sniffled "I don't want to be alone."

My right hand gently uncovered her face to reveal a crying Morgana "Why are you crying?"

"Because I'm sad."

"Why are you sad?"

"Because I can't take care of my self," she hid her face in the crook of her neck. "I'm useless."

"You're not useless, Morgana," my hands rested at the small of her back. "Go to sleep, everything will be better tomorrow morning with a cup of tea."

"I want a glass of wine," she sat up, rubbing her eyes.

"You've already drunk enough to fill the hot tub," my hands moved to her thighs.

Her hands rested on my pecs as she pushed her breasts together; this is not a bad view at all. "Why do you have to be so big?" Her hips moved back and forth, grinding her core against mine.

"Morgana, stop," I immediately gripped the sides of her hips to stop her but she just bounced on me which was working.

"Just fuck me, please," she leaned down and hid her face in the crook of my neck. "I'm a good girl; I'll let you treat me like a fucktoy, daddy..."

"As much as I would like to, you wouldn't remember and I don't like that," my hands slipped under her shirt to tickle her back. "Sleep, Morgana, tomorrow will be a long day for you."

Morgana mumbled something before finally shutting up and falling asleep. Silence.

§Morgana Acampora§

My head is killing me and I haven't even opened my eyes. Today is going to be a long day.

"I think it might be time for you to wake up," his voice caused my body to jerk up; he was under me. Wait, what the fuck?

"What's going on?" I squinted my eyes, trying to focus but the room was spinning making me nauseous.

"You slept on top of me," he said, tickling my calves with his fingers. "You refused to move last night and gave me a speech on why you're the best cuddler."