Vixen Consoli let herself take off 4 years from the family business so she could experience life outside the mob. Knowing when she comes back home, she will be in charge while her brother River handles affairs in Italy. She set rules up for herself...
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~Vixen~
The sound of someone banging on my door startled me awake. I lifted my head and looked around my surroundings in a daze, trying to put the pieces together. Broken glasses and furniture were scattered around the room. Damn, i didn't realize the mess we had made last night.
My hand slides to the other side of the empty bed.--Valerio... He must have snuck out sometime last night. I grab my phone off the nightstand and check the time. FUCK!
It was past 11 am and I had dozens of missed calls and messages. I quickly jumped off the bed and put on my robe. I open the door and find a pissed off Elliot from the other side of it.
"What the fuck Vix! I've been trying to get a hold of you all morning. I was ready to break down the door," he huffed as he grabbed my shoulders. His eyes trailed to the scene behind me and confusion spread across his face.
"What the fuck happened here?"
Still trying to process everything that was happening, I shrugged him off and walked toward my closet.
"Sorry, I must have slept in." Avoiding his question. My own questions still lingering in my mind about how it was even possible for me to sleep in when lately I haven't slept in weeks. Not since before Rivers death.
Elliot leans against the door frame of my closet--studing me for a minute. "Are the nightmares gone then? Did you do this," he gestures to the mess, "because of them?" He gives me a sympathetic smile but I just ignored it.
"No, I had one last night that woke me but this mess is nothing." I grab my outfit for the day and head to the bathroom.
"I'll meet you in my office in half-hour, okay?" He nods and leaves my room without another word.
Going back to my own thoughts in my head--I must have been to the brink of exhaustion if I was able to sleep for 6 hours straight without a nightmare.
I needed to keep telling myself that instead of the other idea of maybe the reason I slept was because of Valerio. I needed to deny that thought because if it was true, then I'm fucked. I don't know how long he stayed after we finished but I do remember his strong arms holding me as I drifted off to sleep.
I turn the water on as I climb into the shower. I let the water soak my body as images of last night replay in my head. The way Valerio's hands felt touching me, the way his tongue glided graciously across my body, how he felt inside me...He was the only man I have ever been with who could make me cum multiple times in a row.
Last night I waited with anticipation for him to arrive and when he showed up, it gave me that sensational feeling that I've been trying to avoid. He slammed my body against the door and began to have his way with me. I submitted all control and let him dominate me. It felt good to lose control and be free of it. To have someone else have the burden of it.
