My lips are on his and his hand wraps around my waist pulling me closer.
I immediately come to my senses and pull back.
He looks at with cloudy eyes, breathing heavily.
"I wish you weren't so beautiful" I whisper.
His looks at my silently, his eyes are the most beautiful things I've ever seen.
Why hadn't I noticed his eyes?
"Don't do this to me" he whispers quietly, pulling me back to the present.
I look at him confused.
"Don't make me believe I have a chance if you know I don't, it's not fair." He pleads.
I swallow nervously.
"You don't have a chance" I whisper.
He takes a step back. Looking down.
He looks sad, disappointed.
It breaks my heart.
"I don't want you like that" I say to him, my eyes roaming his face begging him to look at me.
If he looks at me, he will know I am lying.
"I'm not..I can't" I say, the words mean nothing to me but they same to hurt him.
"I understand" he replies still looking at the floor.
Ivan. The most dangerous mafia leader in the entire world..is too upset to look at me.
"Your not a good person" I say.
Another knife in his heart.
"I don't think I am either. You bring out the worst parts of me" I say. "You make me so angry and jealous and hateful. You bring out this volatile personality that I did not know I even had"
"You're so different than from what I expected" he confesses. His eyes dropping down as if to observe my face.
I hate when he looks at me like that.
"I am?" I ask him. "What false impression had I given you?"
"In truth, I initially thought you to be..a brat"
"You did not" I ask shocked.
"I certainly did, can you blame me?" He asks with a pointed look.
I don't take the bait.
"A woman knowing what she wants and what she doesn't is far from..bratty. If anything I find it to be an admirable trait"
"You truly are admirable" he says to me, looking at me with an expression I now know is adoration.
"I am glad I proved you wrong"
"I am so glad to be proved wrong"
The smile on his face could not be dulled by the setting sun.
And this time when I kiss him I'm not scared.
It's gentle, at first.
Testing the waters.
And then I kiss him harder pulling him back as my back crashes into the stone wall behind me.
"Elle.." he whispers. Catching on to my motives.
"Do you not want to?"
"Don't insult me by asking that."
I laugh into his mouth and reach down for his belt.
"Are you sure? Here?" He whispers into my neck.
I nod softly, closing my eyes in pure ecstasy.
He allows me remove his belt.
I kiss him harder desire pooling between my legs.
I pull up my dress and he tears my underwear off me.
Their not salvageable.
I kiss him harder as my need grows with every second.
He slides his hands under my thighs and raises me.
Holding me up.
I hook my ankles around his waist.
He slams into me and it takes all my energy not to cry out.
He begins to push in and out of me.
I put my head in his shoulder desperate to stay quiet.
If anyone wanted to walk to the gardens they'd see us.
I gasp quietly into his ear and his pace quickens.
"Elle your driving me absolutely insane"
I moan a little louder.
"Ivan"
His grip on my ass tightens and his pace becomes more aggressive.
I throw my head back moaning softly watching his chest rise and fall with each heavy breath.
I close my eyes feeling myself begin to climax.
"Look at me, I want your eyes on me when you come" he says.
I open my eyes taking in his beautiful face.
I arch my back into him and clutch at the wall behind me as I gasp softly reaching my peak.
He follows quickly after.
He sets me down and I fumble to a bench near by.
We sit together and he holds my hand as I take deep breaths.
"Anyone- oh! You two okay?" My aunt calls walking to us.
I want to laugh but I don't.
"Yes" I reply.
"Sh feels slightly faint so I'm sitting with her, it's why she looks so sweaty and..messy" Ivan adds smiling at me.
My aunt smiles and walks back and I laugh quietly.
"Your coming home with me, tonight and we're doing that again" he whispers into my ear.
I actually fucking giggle.
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