"She kissed his mind which screamed Mine!
Warped his thoughts, painted them obscene"
- itskaterinasworld (Katerina's Love Letters: A collection)
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Lisa Castellano POV
"First lesson...," he murmurs, stepping closer to me. "You learn to obey orders."
Wrapping his hand around my waist, he pulled me flush against his chest—a gasp slips out of me. What do I do next? My breath hitched, eyes upon his lips.
He presses his lips against mine, claiming them. I lean into it, snaking my fingers into hair, clinging onto them. I've never felt like this before. The heat. A fire ignites inside of me—burning me. I wanted to pull away but I couldn't resist.
Our mouths fought for dominance, as his hands found their way down my collarbone right into my bra. My peaks harden at the slightest touch. Still kissing me, his hand slide down—electricity surging through my entire body.
"Enzo..." My voice was a breathless whisper—a soft ocean of waves against his undying current.
Raw—unrelenting. Soft nor gentle. Almost as if he's claiming me, like he's marking me—making me his girl not anyone else's. I'm yours, Enzo.
My breath ghosted over his full lips—staring right at them.
"I'm yours... Lisa..."
And just like that I've erased mentally the reason I'm here. I slide out of my dress, discarding on the floor. Lifting me, he carries me all the way into another room. A giggles dances out of me.
He drops me onto the bed—thump. Another small chuckle escapes me—spinning across our little bubble. And just like that he's on top. His gaze burning me, pressing me against the mattress. Whiskey and fresh lime—sharp, crisp and invigorating.
Expensive yet sweet. "You gonna tease me or are we gonna get to the good part?"
"Lesson number two: Patience," as he murmurs he trails two fingers down from my forehead until they land between my breasts. My eyes focused on his—deep, passionate. He wants something and it's me.
Sera Romano POV
"You...," I said, fingers curled into a ball. The monster infront of me had never deserved a chance. Not now. Not ever. "Why are you here?"
Every time he walked forward, I stepped back—slow deliberate, until—thud. A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips, sending chill of cold air through me. I know what he does with women. Women he thinks he can break. And it seems... I'm one of them.
The fire inside is a stark contrast to the icy air inside. "Looks I've got a mouse trapped in her cage."
"I'm not a mouse... Rocco..." I try to keep my voice steady—trembling slightly.
His breath—dried blood and tobacco, near my ear. I scrunched up my nose, eyes furrowed. "Oh, but you look like one. All cornered and... trembling..."
Pressing right onto me he says, "Guess what you've got no way out, so better not scream."
He trails the back of his fingers down my face. I wanted him to stop. But I couldn't.
Lisa Castellano POV
His rough fingers brush lightly against the clasp of my bra. Slowly, yet softly he unhooks them—the heat of his gaze sending signals of lust through my skin. My pulse quickens—steady, yet not loud enough for anyone to pick up.
Why does he have this much power over me?
"Enzo..." I murmur—low, breathy.
Cupping my tits possessively he says, "Mine," before leaning down and grazing his teeth over my nipples—hardening them, sending waves of pleasure through my spine. I moan, my head falling back.
Yes, Enzo. I'm yours. He plays with my taut peaks a little more before his fingers slowly find their way down until they rested between my thighs. I see now. That's how he wants to play.
"I guess someone's feeling a little naughty," I remark.
"And what if I am Principessa? You gonna stop me?"
"Why would I... stop you?" I say back.
Just as the heat between us began to rise, the buzz of a phone shatters our bubble. His grip on me falters, and for a moment I think he'll ignore it. Whoever is calling better have a good reason.
His eyes flicker to the screen, and from what I can tell it's serious—the expression on his face hardens. Our little moment of intimacy gone.
Marco tells us it's from his cousin Sera and that she wants to talk to him. He curses under his breath as he grabs his shirt and pants pulling them on. "You get dressed. Now. This never happened."
His voice—cold and distant like he wants to shut me out. Right. What we shared never happened. Snatching the phone from Marco's hands he storms away.