Red Assassin {18+😏}

Something Something

*Arania*

He unties my now sore hands from the head board and I wince and the marks.

Usually people who almost die in an accident, sleep and take pills and rest. Me?, No I wanted dick.

Lucchesse is way different than any sexual partner I have had. Everyone in the past was being so mainstream and common as if they learn everything from pornhub.

It is actually really stupid. Lucchesse is dangerous, he plays with the concept of control and makes you crave for things you never thought off. Like a fucking gun to your clit. My subconscious adds.

I try to move my legs over the edge of the bed so that I can clean up this mess, but Lucchesse comes back from the bathroom with a wet towel.

My cheeks flame when he wipes the mess between my legs.

I jerk my legs shut when he reaches a sensitive spot and I groan.

It really does hurt when you're sensitive. He apologizes and kisses my thigh when he is done.

God this man. It would have been a pity if I really did kill him before.

"You good?.", he whispers.

"Never better.", I whisper back.

"Why are you whispering?", he whispers.

"I don't know... why are you whispering?", I whisper yell.

He rolls his eyes at me and pinches my legs.

"Oww you fucker, that hurt.", I growl.

"I wasn't too rough with you angel?", he asks.

I look at him and roll my eyes while turning my head away.

My cheeks flame.

He smirks like the asshole he is and goes to dispose the er cloth.

He then holds out his hand, motioning for me to take it.

It is in my nature to play a pain in the ass so I quirk my eyebrow at him.

"Let me guess. This is the part where you kill me?.", I feign a gasp.

"That would be a waste of good pussy.", he whispers.

Asshole.

I take his hand and he guides me to the balcony where there is a fancy little patio bed.

He lays me down and then takes a spot next to me. We lay like that for what seems hours but it was just a few minutes.

Lying on the soft, moonlit bed, I found myself in a moment of deep connection and intimacy with Lucchesse. Our bodies were now intertwined, our limbs entangled, as we basked in the afterglow of our er ... escapades.

The room was filled with a gentle, warm ambiance, created by the soft glow of moonlight casting delicate shadows on the walls. In this moment there was no freaky sex, no rivalry between our parents and more importantly... I didnt have the urge to kill him.

I nestled my head against his chest, feeling the not so steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath my ear. His strong arm wrapped protectively around me, drawing me closer, as if he wanted to encapsulate me and never let the world get to me. The gentle rise and fall of our breaths synchronized, creating a harmonious symphony that filled the room.

We lay in silence, our minds content and the soft breeze. The weight of the world outside the bedroom seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of us in a sanctuary of our own making. Our bodies may have found satisfaction, but right now why do I want to be with this idiot like this for a long time?. Why does he make me feel like a deer caught in headlights?.

He tenderly brushed a strand of hair away from my face, his touch conveying a mixture of adoration and that damn electric spark that seems to find its way to my skin each time he touches. With each caress, he traced the contours of my face, his fingertips like whispers across my skin. I closed my eyes, savoring the sensation, feeling the warmth radiating from every touch.

In that serene moment, we spoke a language known only to us. We exchanged glances that carried unspoken promises and reassurances, as if saying, "I am here, and I choose you and despite the fuck ups we have. You can trust me." Our eyes locked, a silent conversation.

Outside, a gentle breeze rustled the curtains, sending soft ripples of moonlight cascading over our entwined bodies. The world may have been spinning in chaos, but on this balcony, time stood still. Lucchesse and I were immersed in the bliss of our togetherness, a haven of peace.

No words were needed as we reveled in the beauty of our connection. Our feelings was spoken through gentle touches, lingering kisses, and the quiet tenderness that enveloped us. We had discovered a sacred space where our souls danced in harmony, reminding us of the depth and power of our bond.

No.

What am I thinking?

This is rackless.

I am not sure if I can even trust him. This is ridiculous.

I snap my hand back from him and untangle our bodies.

I run, despite the throbbing pain between my legs and dart out of the door. I don't miss his confused expression as he lets me go but I can't risk it.

Feeling lust is one thing, but all these other complex thoughts and absurd ideas that popped into my head so did not sound like me.

You've got to get it together Arania.