My toxic addiction - Vinnie Hacker

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"Don't try to look" he said leading me somewhere with his hands on my eyes "I'm not trying." I giggled, deflating the way we were going. "We're in your room right? Come on Vinnie just say it." I said impatiently, we got home and he covered my eyes saying he still had one more little surprise

"Ok you can open your eyes." he removed his hands
It was in his room across from the bathroom that had a path of red and white petals that led to the bathtub. The only source of light was candles and the tub was full and foaming with a wonderful aroma. In one corner was champagne and two glasses.
My lips formed into a smile and I hugged him.
"Thank you." I said close to his ear as we hugged "Anything for you, beautiful." he replied

I slipped in the warm water as Vinnie was still stripping his clothes "This is so relaxing." I closed my eyes enjoying the hot water soothing my muscles. I felt the water level rise and feet touching my legs. I giggled pressing my eyelids just a bit harder "What?" He asked confused "That tickles." he snickered and slid his foot gently down my stomach "Vinnie!" I tried to contain my giggles. He pulled me carefully and slowly onto his lap, he looked me in the eyes, his eyes reflected the glow of the candle flames.

"You are so beautiful, principessa." he said analyzing me "And you are the most handsome man I've ever seen." he smiled at my statement, and I leaned down to kiss him, "La mia." he spoke against my lips "Yes?" I asked him but he chuckled and shook his head "Tu sei la mia" so... I am still not a pro in Italian but I think I got it "You are mine?" He smirked and nodded his head "And you are mine." he finally said, a thight smile formed itself on my face "Yes, you are mine." I pointed at his nose, he closed his eyes with a smirk and nodded.
I rested my head on his shoulder with my hands around his neck, it was a comfortable silence until I got curious out of the blue

"how many languages ​​do you speak?" well this is not a bathtub conversation but I never asked him, I think and he always gives me nicknames in different languages. Anyways any erection he might had is probably now soft.
His head lifted up and he furrowed his eyebrows "So... English" he said in a obvious tone "Italian because of my grandmother and due to the mafia and French and Spanish because of school." he said quickly to end this topic "You went to school?" He nodded with an obvious expression "I thought you didn't because of the mafia." I admitted "I didn't, It was homeschooling." he sighed. I've been homeschooled too. Not my entire life just up until high school. And by how he sighed and his face dropped I knew he didn't have a good experience "Oh, hey don't feel like that. I know it sucks but you've got it. See from the bright side, you got past it, I didn't. You're strong." I smiled trying to make him proud of himself "I know you did." he chuckled to himself, and yeah it's true, he knows me almost better than I do, probably knows more than my parents. "Hey you are a... what we call a... uh.. oh a polyglot, I think?that's a person who talks many languages? for an American is great, feel smart." "You know what my nicknames mean so..." he smiled "That doesn't count." he nodded with a faint smile "Where'd you learn French?" He asked, he knows I know French so probably knows from where but I won't bother myself with it "School too, but we're past school so let's talk about something else." "Yeah? What do you want to talk about?" He smirked and I made a thoughtful expression "Hm..., maybe we don't need to talk?" I suggested "Maybe we don't." he agreed leaning in and kissing me passionately
"I thought you were gonna start another conversation." he snickered going to my neck and kissing me, I chuckled and wrapped my hands on his humid curls "Well maybe we can t-" I started as a joke but he interrupted me with a hard kiss "m-m" he denied against my mouth "We talked about everything at the restaurant." he kissed me wildly as if he's scared we have to talk again and I laughed through my nose and started making out with him. I felt his hands on my waist and his erection was back, really back...

As he pulled away he looked me in the eyes "Mia I want you to know that this.." he pointed at the promise ring in my hand "this means more than sex and desire." I nodded and smiled softly "I know" I know he's making sure I know it because I know he knows that I could feel him getting hard and I know he doesn't like the way love is shown in the mafia. "I wouldn't have said yes if otherwise."