HEAVEN'S POV:
"I was distracted by... how good it felt. I was wrong. "
My heart pounded audibly in my chest, guilt building up as I spoke, getting down on my trembling feet. My stomach is yearning to feel that heat build up in it and my thighs feel torn without the armour of his fingers between them.
God! How bad I wanted this man to do what he was doing to me. I had submitted to him already but fortunately it dawned on me what I was going to do.
None of us was going to like it when he'd probably forget what we did tonight. All that'll remain, will be guilt and regrets. I don't want to be the reason behind that feeling no matter how good this feels right now.
He didn't say a word, stepping aside as he vowed not to touch me. This was getting awkward and so embarrassing, knowing the fact that we shared a moment so close to complete intimacy and it brought out the version of me that even I didn't know existed.
Pulling my dress down, I rushed over for the door, cautiously and closed the door shut behind my back.
A breath in air, after breathing in the fragrance of his scent and whiskey, felt strange. It's going to take me a lot of time to recover from this.
I hurriedly found my way back to the crowd, finding Dante right next to the exist, talking to the bodyguards with a look of frustration on his face.
"Lui è matto. "
He held his head, turning around to find me right behind his back, catching my breath. [Translation- He's crazy. ]
"Heaven, where is Julian? What did he say? You're alright? "
I nodded to his last question, acting like I didn't hear the rest because answering that is not a suitable activity for the moment.
"Let's go back now. " he ordered and I quietly followed him back to the car.
"Ariana passed out when she saw Julian in here. " he laughed, opening the door of the car, directing his hand for me to enter.
"He must be fuming. Don't mind him he's just not in too good of a mood, maybe. " he shrugged.
"Oh! No, he was pretty calm. " I affirmed, walking past him to get inside the car.
He paused for once and I glanced at him looking down at my neck, right on those hickeys. I almost held my breath, looking away.
"I see. He must have found ways to calm himself, I guess. " he hinted with a grin on his lips, raising his eyebrows. With a gentle laugh he shut the door close and I was left there in complete silence, embarrassed.
"God! What is wrong with this night. " I sighed, glancing by my side to find Ariana completely blanked out, asleep by the window.
A smile occupied my face thinking of that moment when Julian walked inside the club, the face she made, it was hilarious.
I held her head and gently adjusted it rest on my shoulders. I might not be a complete fan of this experience but this one did teach me to live the thrill, to enjoy the very moment.
Maybe it did teach me a lot more than I could handle. Probably that's why I can feel that lesson still stroking my thighs, sneaking its fingers under the dress to explore those unread letters of my chapter.
I bit my lips, closing my eyes. Is this what thrill feels like? When you jump over the boundaries and find a way to entangle yourself with the odds, with the wrongs, does it lead to thrill or doom?
WEDDING DAY:
HEAVEN'S POV:
I have no idea on why or even how he agreed to do it.
Julian's Dad will be walking me down the aisle.
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Dark Cravings
Romance[Mafia Fiction] ✧Ongoing✧ My eyes were hungrily gawking his while he kept pounding me on his thigh. With each jump, my fingers grabbed the silky fabric of his shirt even tighter, asking him for more, for more of that pleasure that was devouring me e...
