Good Cop Gone Bad ~ Rewritten

10| dark paradise

•Matteo Rossi•
W/ mature content

Melody.

Her name means melody. It's literally translation is air but the meaning is melody. It suits her amazingly. It's beautiful and elegant.

We started up a conversation about our lives. I of course didn't tell her much about mine. But she told me that she grew up here in Italy before moving to the United States and she recently moved back here for work. Although she didn't tell me what she does for work.

My hand rested on her waist as we talked and it all felt natural. I wanted her to keep talking, I wanted to hear her whole life story, but I also felt stupid. It never turns serious, most of these girls see me in the vip section and assume I am rich, thinking they can get something out of me. It is always just a one night stand before I leave. But this girl wanted to talk, and she wanted to listen to me talk. About anything, and she was kind, not snobby or purposefully flirty in any way. It was odd.

It is getting extremely late. A while ago, I moved us over from the railing where everyone could see us to a more secluded part of the VIP section.

It's getting very late now, and I'm sure that it's the lateness of the hour, but I get the sudden urge to kiss her. I wait for a pause in the conversation. She's looking right into my eyes. Hers are so mesmerizing, dark brown, so wide, and her lashes are so long.

I suck in a deep breath before going for the kiss. She freezes for a moment, not doing anything back. Does she not want this?

Then suddenly she wraps her arms around my neck and starts kissing back with the same fervor. I groan into her mouth and grip her waist, bringing her even closer to me. It felt so natural, nothing was forced, and she felt so goddamn intoxicating. She tasted like chocolate covered strawberries. I don't even know how I could recognize that, but it felt amazing.

Her hands were in my hair, and I walked until I had her pinned up against a wall. When we pulled apart, her lips were red and we were both breathing heavily. "You know carino, you may be used to getting what you want easily but if you really want this to continue any further you are going to have to work for it." She said teasingly. And she called me cute.

"Well melodia, you'll soon find out how much of a hard worker I am." I replied with a smirk. Her eyes widened slightly, making me chuckle. I knew what I wanted, and I knew just what I was going to do to get it. And I knew she wanted it too.

I smashed my lips onto hers once more. I ran my hands down to her ass and gave it a small squeeze. She gasped and I pushed my tongue into her mouth. She moaned a bit as her hand brushed against my crotch. I groaned and could feel her smile against my lips. She knows exactly what she's doing.

We took a breather once more and she asked "And where exactly are you going to showcase these hardworking skills of yours?" I chuckled before grabbing my car keys.

"Let me take you somewhere," I replied. I could tell she was a bit hesitant. "Only if you want to." I reassured her. She took my hand and I lead her back downstairs. She said goodbye to the people she had been with and then texted someone, saying it was her sister before we left.

In the car, I couldn't help but notice her reaction to it. Yes, it's a very nice car, but I had never met anyone with that reaction to it. Maybe because everyone I know is already accustomed to it. I don't know what kind of life she's lead.

I have my hand resting on her upper thigh as she messes around with the radio. She eventually stops it when 'Dark Paradise' by Lana Del Rey starts playing. I mentally smirked to myself when I got an idea. I raised my hand higher until I reached the hem of her underwear. Her breath hitched a bit as my fingers went past the fabric.