Breathless | David Rossi

Chapter Eleven

"Y/N." Rossi steps out, walking toward you with relief washing over him. "Why did you leave without telling anyone? You had me worried."

His usually kept hair is plastered everywhere, wet from the rain outside. Even his clothes are soaked. "Get out." Your voice cracks, your heart breaking at the sight of him. He was just kissing someone a couple of minutes ago, and now he's here acting worried?

Rossi frowns, grabbing your chin and forcing you to look up at him. "Piccolo, what happened?" He softens at the sight of tears welling in your eyes.

"You," You step back, forcing your chin out of his grip. "You're what happened."

"The hell are you talking about Y/N?" Rossi tilts his head, confusion written over his face.

You let out a laugh, the bitterness behind it sending a shiver down Rossi's spine. "You're an asshole, David Rossi. I saw you at the bar, with your tongue down someone's throat only a minute after you told me who I belong to."

Your voice wavers, as you watch the realisation hit him. "Y/N, I can explain. It's not-"

"Save it, David. Because believe it or not, I don't care. I mean why should I? We're not dating, it's just sex." Your body aches as you lie to him. You do care, you want to know why he was kissing someone else. "Get out David, I'm done talking."

You turn to walk into your bedroom, desperate for some sleep, when Rossi grabs your waist and spins you around. Before you can even think to say anything or even slap his hands away, Rossi shoves you against the wall, his hands quick to pin yours beside your head and his hips pressed on yours, keeping you in place.

"Well, I'm not done." His breath fans you, his chest brushing yours and his legs on either side of yours. You're completely trapped.

"I went to the bar to get you another drink when she approached me. We had a casual fling a long time ago and she wanted to catch up before she left town." He softens his voice. "I'm telling you Y/N, she kissed me, and I pushed her off."

You avert your eyes, tears pricking the sides. You know he's telling the truth, he's never lied to you, never given you a reason to doubt him. Rossi lowers his head, trying to get you to look at him. "Y/N, look at me." He murmurs. You do, your chest constricting as you look into his dark brown eyes. "Why would you think so low of me?"

"Because," You inhale. "I never thought my husband would cheat, and he did. Besides, we're just sleeping together, you are allowed to get with other people."

Rossi's eyes darken. "First of all, I am not him. I would never, in my right mind, hurt you. And you and I both know it's not just sex, Y/N. Do you think I cuddle with just anybody? Call them during the day, kiss them and have phone sex with them? No, because with them, it's strictly sex. We finish and I leave, but not with you."

You bite your lip, your body beginning to heat up as you process his words. Not to mention, his crotch pressing against you. You can't even hear the rain anymore, only his rhythmic breathing. "I've never given them a pet name or invited them to my home. You mean so much more to me than as someone I sleep with. I-" He pauses, his eyes searching yours.

He opens his mouth to say something, but you cut him off. "David, stop talking." You murmur, closing the gap between you and pressing your lips against his. Instantly he responds, his tongue swiping against your lower lip and his fingers moving to interlace with your own.

You moan into the kiss, your grip tightening as you grow desperate for him, your hips thrusting into him. You earn a groan from Rossi, as you hit his ever-growing bulge. Reluctantly, he pulls back, dragging your lip between his teeth. Your chest burns from the lack of oxygen, but you don't care.