TELL ME SOMETHING

Elena's POV;

"I have to leave." He said but I grasped his hand before he could turn. It was instinctive. He looked down at my hand holding his. It barely covered his hands though. I raised my gaze to meet his eyes.

"You don't have to." I shook my head and really did want him to stay. I knew he wanted me as much as I wanted him. He looked a bit conflicted but I never pinned him to be hesitant about anything. Why was he? Did he think he was going to hurt me? My eyes traced the tattoos on his neck, trailing down to oblivion, due to his sweatshirt. His rings were off from his fingers and his hair was a bit messy. He looked captivatingly hot, with a strong jawline and a straight nose. His hazel eyes were alluring, pulling me into its depths.

They studied me with curiosity, as though they were trying to understand something. I wanted him to keep staring at me that way. He had not only a majestic face but a mouth-watering figure. Like he was crafted by a god himself, I could see his abs from his sweats and then his broad shoulders gave such masculine essence that I felt urged to touch them. He was indeed a mafia. And my thoughts towards him were dirty.

"You want me to stay?" He asked with a slight tilt of his head and a cocked brow.

I gently laid myself on his bed and watched as he gently sat down, still staring at me. He was being a gentleman. I smiled but didn't bother covering my thighs. I wanted to confirm something. Was it him? Any slight opening and that man was already on me. I stared at him innocently, and he seemed to be combatting with his thoughts. I shifted a little so the hoodie went a little higher but I kept my look innocent. I was beginning to have

glances, or wasn't it him?

"You weren't this hesitant at the club. What changed?"

"Nothing changed, you're just...you're still hurt." His statement caused an upward movement of my lips.

"So what if I'm hurt? I'm not complaining, am I?"

"You are not ready for this Elena, not yet." He tried to stand up but I caught his hand. His eyes caught mine, and I didn't hesitate to place his hand on 'me'. I saw him suck in a breath. My wetness would show him how much I wanted him. He groaned.

"Elena. Fuck." I rubbed myself on his finger, biting my lips and squirming slightly. I sat up as I gently used one of his fingers to fuck myself, still looking at his eyes. Speaking of his eyes, they completely darkened.

"Fuck it." He smashed his lips on mine. This was where I was glad that my wounds were healed. There was only a little ache but it wasn't something I couldn't manage. He had me spelled by his dominance, his hands and the way he touched. I sure as hell wanted it rough and he was giving me exactly that.

"Oh." I arched. His scent, from when I'd met him in the club. His fingers toyed with my cunt and my mouth hung open.

"So fucking tight Mia." It was him, it has always been him. I wasn't listening to any other voice. I wanted him. When I heard the unbuckling of his belt, he flung it to the end of the room and unzipped. The feeling of him caused me to twitch. "You make me so fucking hard princess." I felt him enter me a little. It was like a long way in, but the pleasure was there. "Eyes on me, I want to see your pretty face." Without warning, he plunged in. My jaw dropped in relief. My core had been aching for me all this while. He placed one of my legs above his shoulder and continued to thrust.

"Ohhh, fuck. You're so tight." He moaned as his features scrunched up in pleasure. "So fucking pretty and yet an innocent little slut." Those words...they were words he always used. Slut. Derek...he was Derek. He leaned down, kissed my neck and collarbone and then inserted a finger into me.

"Derek." His thrusts were harsh and hard. He watched as my breast bounced and his eyes darkened even more. He sucked one of my nipples and rolled his tongue causing it to erect, then he gave the other the same treatment. Then he turned the both of us so he was underneath and thrust upwards, with so much speed I could barely keep up. I leaned both of my hands on his rock-hard chest and my mouth was still agape.

"Oh my god. Oh my..." I screamed when he hit my sweet spot. I leaned closer to his chest as he continued to jerk into me so harshly, I felt my climax approaching. He held me close to himself and I had to admit that I really felt exhausted even when she wasn't the one doing the movements. He jerked into me one last time and I was a moaning mess as I came. He changed our position so I was the one on top of him before he jerked into me as he spread my legs. My eyes remained on his as I was completely exposed to him. I tried to close my legs but he stopped me and continued thrusting into me. I could see my wetness glancing at his dick and his grunts fill the room. I bit my lower lip and he leaned in closer before pecking me on the lips.

He moaned one last time before he pulled out of me and spilt on my belly. I was breathing heavily and so he was before I closed my legs still breathing heavily. Then he rose from the bed before he lifted me from the bed and took me to the bathroom so we could shower. The water descended on our bodies and he helped me wash. It reminded me of the man who helped me shower as well. He was that man and I didn't recognize him at first. He kissed me in some places before scrubbing some parts of my body and allowing the water to descend on my body. When we were done, he lifted me and carried me to the bed before adjusting my blanket. He moved towards the closet before taking an outfit and putting it on. It was just sweatpants. He didn't wear anything else and he was looking hot. When I got a clear view of his back I saw the scars on them, even though it was all tattooed, I could make out the scars were covered by his tattoos. But they were there and still evident. He swore them without any insecurity and I loved every one of them. He looked back and saw me staring at him. His body, his biceps and gave a devilish grin.

"Like what you see?" He asked and I snapped out of my dream. I believed he was about to leave but I didn't stop him. He certainly had a lot of things to attend to. Honestly, I wished I could help, but I didn't know how the mafia worked and just watched as he came towards me and kissed me on the forehead before exiting the room. Then I sat up the moment the light was off and looked out the window at the moon. The breeze brushed against my skin and soon I laid down and drifted off to sleep.