C A P I T O L O T R E N T U N O

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FLÂNEUR:

A person of leisure, deliberately aimless, simply wandering the streets and soaking in the city.

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Warmth surounded us whilst my hand caressed the beauty that laid on top of me. Last night was something new. Special. Her moans made the most hypnotising music seem repulsing, the gentle touch tainted my inked skin with the most painless needle of her love. I craved for more.

A part of me was scared that I had hurt her. I tried to be gentle, even though I have never done gentle. It was something unusual, but after last night... It became addictive. It was like the first time of having the strongest whisky, slowly burn your throat yet once the pain faded away, you keep coming back to reminisce the pleasureable pain.

The things she makes me want to do to her are unholy. So unholy that a priest would want to resign from his job. Remembering the rippling movement of her body to the piercing scratches peeling my skin from my back, I smirked as I looked at the inncoent princess sleeping. A daring vixen at night but a teasing princess by day.

Only realising it's still dark and the sun hasn't blessed the beauty yet, I pulled Shira close to me. Closing the distance that felt like miles apart, I secured an arm around her. A small relaxed moan escaped her mouth as she snuggled into me. Kissing her plump cheek, I whispered to her "Ti amo." ever so softly.

Nuzzling my head in the crook of her neck, I feel into a tranquil abyss.

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The day was short as I had business with Dante and a few desperate irrevelent gangs leader, asking for forgiveness and money. Feeling nice, I agreed just to get it over with as I had other important things.

All day I haven't seen Shira, I was wondering how she was feeling, whether she could walk, if I had hurt her, but I had to leave in the morning. My restless expression left Dante was confused but didn't bother to question it.

"Are there anymore issues, I need to waste my time on or is that it?" I asked, closing my tired eyes and pinching the bridge of my nose. "What is wrong with you? You sound like you have been dying to take a shit." Dante laughed. I glared at him thinking if he was actually being serious and rolled my eyes.

"Fuck you!" Dante laughed even more and headed over to the bar, grabbing two glasses. "Anyway, want to talk about it?" Watching as he poured the half empty Jack Daniels into the glasses filled with ice, I hummed.

"Let me guess, it's a girl. About 5"7. Beautiful tiger eyes. A french mafia princess. Oh, absolutely stunni-" I glared at him with a threat of death. "Sheesh, I was just complimenting her." He defended, throwing his hand in the air before passing me my drink.

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