A little forewarning my beautiful, sexy readers: this chapter has all kinds of sexiness (bow chica wow wow) and if you want to protect thine innocent mind, please proceed with caution. Enjoy ;)

Eyes wide open, mouth slack jawed; people would think I was surprised.

Caley's snafu yesterday seemed nothing compared to the chaos I was in today. Sure, Christopher had his moment and almost did bust a vein as he demanded that he chaperone them on their little date, I acceded. No way in hell was I going to let her go unchaperoned.

Looking back at that, it almost seemed comical now; the pickle I was now in was a complete chaos.

It was eight am, a Sunday and I was in the conference room at the firm in my yoga pants and baggy t-shirt. Why? Because Christopher had called a meeting of the senior partners of the firm. All of them. And I couldn't be bothered to dress according to decorum for some godforsaken reason. But thankfully I didn't feel left out, the rest of them also dressed casual.

I knew the senior partner meeting wasn't up until coming Thursday, so calling in an emergency meeting did mean that something was very wrong.

The next half an hour was filled with continuous murmurs, worried glances and me keeping my mouth shut and thoughts to myself as has been in every senior partner meeting I have attended. At 8.30 AM both Rhodes and Chris walk in, both looking like that they had not slept in days and yet managed to look sharp; very determined and very serious.

"Today I have called this very important and urgent meeting on behalf of one of our oldest senior partners of this firm. Jeff Porter." The dramatic pause he took told me he was about to create a scene.

What did Jeff do? I for one was certain that this whole debacle was not in any way to honor him for his services.

Both I and Chris hated his narcissist, self absorbed pot bellied guts.

I, like most of the partners turned to look at the attention seeking asshole; he looked surprised but was completely enjoying the spotlight.

"Jeff, tell me, how long have you worked at the firm?" Chris asked, never taking his seat but walking around it, to come stand behind mine.

"Almost as long if not longer than your father, boy. So I'd say around 30 years, give or take." He answered with a slimy smug smile.

It was true; Jeff was old and had been here long before since both Chris and me started law school.

"So would you say that this firm is now a second home to you?" he asked.

This is going to be fun.

"Of course, to be honest, this firm is my first home. Gives me more peace than those rascals I supposedly fathered." The last part got him a few chuckles.

"So if this place gives you so much peace and you value it so much, what would you do if you found out someone has wronged it? What if someone from the firm itself has been damaging it from inside out?" Chris asked his voice superficially calm.

I could feel his grip on the shoulders of my chair tighten, for some reason Chris was furious. An occurrence that happened oh so rarely.

"I'd say find the rascal, kick them out, report them to the bar and blacklist them not only in New York but Boston and Chicago too. That'd teach them. And of course, sue them for all they are worth."

And this was the reason that the old man was still in the firm.

He was cold, vicious and ruthless. The exact qualities that is required in a good lawyer.

Chris smirked at him, his entire demeanor cold and standoffish.

"Good thing I did exactly that, isn't it then?" he murmured walking back to Rhodes and collecting a few files.

"Jeff Porter, you are hereby now, effective immediately being let go from this firm" Slam, file one.

"You are being charged for embezzlement from three of our clients." Slam file, two, three and four.

"You are forbidden to practice law in the city of New York, Boston and Chicago indefinitely." Slam file five.

"You are to present yourself at the bar in two weeks, so pack up your shit and leave my firm, now." Slam file six.

All of us were slack jawed including Porter himself. He scanned through all the files. I saw his shock turn into rage and finally defeat as he closed the last file, stood up quietly and left the conference room without a word and whatever dignity was left.

As soon as he left, Rhodes closed the door behind him and handed Chris first of the three last files she was holding.

"I know this came to a shock to all of you but I was aware of this since a few weeks now. Jeff was a pest that we are finally rid of. But we can't neglect the pest had responsibilities that can't be ignored. His clients and his associates." He paused to let it sink in; excited murmurs could be heard all around the room.

Jeff was the head of the associates and I truly pity the poor scapegoat who gets this responsibility.

"I know technically the head of the associates should go to a junior partner, but honestly, not one junior partner I know can handle them without breaking, so it falls upon the senior partners now."

Oh god.

His statement was met with multiple displeased looks.

"And believe me I know none of you are enthusiastic enough to volunteer, so I chose one of you myself. The person I have chosen is a true hardass, very hard working and believes in getting things done. I have known them long enough to trust them with this responsibility, so let us put our hands together to congratulate the new head of associates, Violet Styles."

WHAT?!

Believe me I wanted to shout at him, beat him to pulp even, but I couldn't do that in front of our fellow partners. It would be considered me undermining his authority and no matter what, Chris was my boss.

So I did the only thing I could do, I nodded and accepted the file he handed over to me. He had the balls to wink at me. Oh, he was so dead after this.

"Now the next order of business, his clients." Rhodes handed him a file.

He slid the files in the middle of the table and looked at all the partners.

"Decide who gets which clients on your own, don't come crying to me. You are lawyers, negotiate. Just don't turn it into Hunger Games, okay? Violet? My office, please." He said, exiting the room.

I followed him; I was honestly not interested in getting anymore clients. I had a lot on my platter already.

Well, that's not true actually, I wanted his Audi contract.

Damn it.

***

"What were you thinking!?" I shouted as soon as I entered his office and Rhodes closed the door behind me.

"I was thinking that you are the perfect person for the job, Violet." Christopher answered back in a very calm voice.

"Me? Are you sure we are talking about the same person?" I was shocked; I was far from perfect for this job.

He gave me a look. The look.

"Don't give me that look. I am talking sense! Those little rats are so scared of me that it would be impossible to get anything done!" I tried to reason with him.

"That's why you're perfect. They hardly respected Porter and this year's new batch is a bunch of arrogant assholes. I have had to fire five alone in the last month just because they got too cocky and Porter couldn't handle it." He rolled his eyes.

I was beginning to see his side and I hated it.

"Fine, I will take the associates on a basis. A month. If after a month if I still can't tolerate their existence and they are still running away from me like headless chickens, you take care of them." I negotiated. These were my conditions and he better accept them.

"I expected as much." He sighed with a smile and opened the drawer of his desk to hand me a file.

Opening the file I saw the written document of my given terms. He wanted me to sign a contract. It was iron clad too.

"How did you know I'll agree to those terms?" I asked, quiet shocked actually. The terms in the contract were exactly what I wanted.

"It's exhausting being right all the time, but it's a curse I have come to learn to endure." he sighed in mock exasperation. I rolled my eyes.

He had even included clauses in fine print.

Smart man.

For the next hour we went over the fine print clauses and loophole ambiguities.

Chris was an extremely shrewd lawyer; I wouldn't put it past him to have included any clauses that would make me the head of the associates permanently regardless of my demands.

Finally I gave him a nasty look, snatched the pen from his hand and signed the contract after going over the details one last time.

"Just how long have you been planning this drama?" I asked as I handed him the file back.

The amusement in his eyes dwindled a bit.

"Months, actually. I found out about the embezzlement a few days after your lover boy showed up, actually." I was going to let the lover boy comment slide.

"Why wait so long then?" I asked, more curious than ever.

"Porter had been a part of this firm for a long time Violet. My dad hand picked him, he mentored us and most of all, my dad trusted him. I had to teach him a lesson. I wanted to humiliate him for insulting my father like this." He shrugged.

I understood. I would have beaten the shit out of him. Chris let him off easy.

"Anything else? I got to call my assistant and have my schedule rearranged for the next month." I tried to be snarky but I couldn't help but slip in a little excitement.

Sue me, I was excited to boss around the associates and show them how actually the work is done.

"Nah, that's about it." He said returning to his desk again.

I was exiting his office when he stopped me again.

"What now?!" I asked completely exasperated.

"It's good news, don't worry." As soon as he said this, Rhodes stepped forward and handed me a file.

She went and stood by Chris, both looking at me with an expectant expression.

I opened the file and I swear to god, I had to force myself to not jump and squeal like a teenage girl.

It was Porter's Audi contract.

"It's yours if you want." Chris's voice broke my ogling.

I looked up to see amusement in his eyes.

He knew I regretted losing Audi to Porter.

I clutched the file to my chest and started walking backwards. His smirk gradually turned into a full blown smile.

This was my dream client and now I had it.

I gave Chris a half-smile, amused at the shock on his face as I exited his office.

"I saw that smile!" I heard him shout as I closed the door behind me.

I headed towards my office.

I had an assistant to call and ruin his day.

***

"You got coffee from that little bistro." a sulky looking Clark exclaimed from his seat as I entered my office with two steaming cups of coffee.

I raised my eyebrow at him, thoroughly amused.

"You only get coffee from there when you are celebrating something. What. Happened?" he got up from his chair and grabbed the coffee with his name on it from my hand in one fluid move.

Taking a sip of his coffee, he let out a low moan but I genuinely don't blame him; Stefan knows how to make a mean cup of coffee.

"This is Stefan's coffee, right?" Clark sipped his coffee with a dreamy look.

"Of course it is , but how is Sebastian anyway?" I snarked.

I couldn't understand how Sebastian and Clark could trust each other so much to allow the other to flirt around.

"Oh hush, I am allowed to look."Clark smiled slyly.

Stefan was the barista at the little coffee shop two blocks down the street. He was 24 and completely smitten with Clark. It became so interesting seeing both these flirt with each other and break the hearts of every girl in the vicinity whenever both us went there. They would've looked good together too but alas, Clark has Sebastian and Stefan is too fickle to stick to one relationship.

"Whatever, I didn't call you here to moan over Stefan's coffee, we have work to do. A lot." I said sitting on my chair and slamming all the files on my desk.

"Okay then, Ms. Styles. How may I help you this beautiful Sunday morning?" he asked with the most sincere look possible.

I loved this about Clark, he would joke around whenever and wherever but when the time came he was the best legal secretary I could ask for.

As we both settled down and I showed him all the files whilst narrating the incidents of this morning, his expressions changed from disbelieving to gobsmacked and finally resting in complete awe.

"Wow...I didn't think Chris had it in him." He whispered looking down at the Audi acquisition file in reverence.

"Yup, so now we have a shitload of work to do which given my new curfew is not at all feasible." I groaned out.

Clark was smart enough to not comment on that and got down to business.

After he safely filed the Audi acquisition away, we scheduled in a meeting with them later this week to let them know that there has been a change in their attorney. Then we arranged an official meeting with the associates tomorrow because god knows they have hardly seen me in person.

I didn't see Clark for the next half hour as he was on email duty, mailing each and every one of those associates I was supposed to meet the time and place to gather for our little get together. Heaven help anyone who is late because I can't be bothered wasting my time on those people more than I already have to.

Meanwhile he did that, I made it my target to complete my homework. I had to know everything about Audi before I go meet them, their finances, marketing, company politics, hierarchy both official and unofficial. Lucky for me Porter's assistant was very thorough with his work and as soon as he came back, Clark was capable of filling in whatever gaps that were left.

For the next one and a half hours Clark helped me memorize everything about Audi and by half past noon, when the janitor kicked us out, I knew Audi by the back of my hand.

As we exited the building, an idea suddenly struck me.

"How did you come here?" I asked Clark, who was busy fiddling with his phone.

"Subway and then taxi. Why?" he asked

"Perfect, come on." I ignored his question, heading towards my car.

"What, you're dropping me of or something?" he asked, sounding completely shocked.

"Sure, after we go to Carl's. My treat." I said shrugging.

His house was not very far away from Lucca's monstrosity of a mansion. It was actually on my way there.

"Day drinking?" understanding and amusement dawned on him as he got in after me.

Carl's was the only bar on our street that served drinks on a Sunday noon without the unwarranted and unwanted side dish of judgment.

"I just got Audi and feel like celebrating. Let's go have a beer." I shrugged and reversed out of the parking lot.

"Ok then."

***

Four rounds of Heineken Strong later I was a little tipsy. And when I got tipsy I did the one thing I usually don't do on a daily basis that often.

I smiled, a lot.

"What? You smashed already?" Clark asked sipping at his beer.

I just grinned at him downing my fifth one.

"You have a pathetic constitution." He scoffed.

"I am not drunk, silly; I am just a little tipsy. And not all of us have the constitution of a rock." I giggled, shoving his shoulder.

I vaguely noticed that my phone started buzzing. Again.

"This is like the 6th call; sure you don't want to pick up? Could be something important. Someone important." Clark said, tipping his glass completely.

Ugh, no.

Someone had been calling me non-stop and I didn't even bother looking at the caller id.

"You pick up if you're so worried" I dismissed him, starting my sixth glass.

I concentrated on my drink, too engrossed to pay attention to the conversation Clark was having on my mobile.

As he ended the call, I looked at him to see a very sly, very mischievous grin on his face. That brought half of my senses out of their alcohol haze.

"What did you do?" I asked, sounding and feeling very vary of the answer I might get.

"You should've picked up your phone Ms. Styles ." He patronized as he got up from the bar stool and made his way towards the door.

"Where the hell are you going? I am your ride, you idiot, and hell if I am driving you anywhere if you don't tell me jack!" I exclaimed, a little more alert but still a lot more woozy.

"Don't worry your sweet little ass, tesoro, he'll manage." A very familiar voice whispered right next to my ears quickly followed by a swift spin of the barstool I was sitting on.

My hands shot out to hold his shoulders, my intoxicated brain not helping me one bit as I just toppled forward colliding right into his muscular chest. I was sure that my nose was going to bruise tomorrow.

"Okay, you are done. I am cutting you off, let's go." He said as he effortlessly lifted me up bridal style and started walking out.

"Go...where? I don't want to go; I have a drink to finish. Let me...down, right now!" I mumbled as my head lulled back to rest on his shoulders, his warmth was all too welcoming as he sat me down on the plush leather seat; the cold material waking me up a little more.

"This is abduction by all intents and purposes, I could have you arrested." I once again feebly attempted to protest. In actuality I was all too glad he had come.

I turned my head in time to look at his lips curve up in amusement.

"Sure you can try." He murmured looking at me for a second before tucking my hair and swiftly looking away. That smug smile never leaving his face.

"Was it you calling me?" I asked, finally joining the dots.

"Yes."

"Why?" confusion marred my voice.

"You didn't inform any of us where you were going." He shrugged.

"So what? Last time I checked, I wasn't your fucking ward!" I snapped back, completely annoyed.

"Sta 'zitto! Unless you have forgotten, there is a lunatic out there who wants you for god knows what reason and I am the one who is keeping you safe, so next time before arguing, I would check that attitude of yours, capisci?" he snapped all of a sudden.

I looked up to see that his eyes were trained on the road but his knuckles were gripping the steering wheel so tight that they were almost white now.

His eyes are the one that scared me the most though; unbridled with rage as his once charming and playful emeralds were now swimming in fires of fury.

"Ok." I was wise enough to not argue with him when he was this mad.

It was silent for five minutes before he broke it.

"I am sorry. Snapping at you was wrong." He sighed and I looked up to him in shock. .

He looked almost contrite. Almost.

What the fuck.

"Don't look so surprised, tesoro. I am not a savage. I do have manners." He smirked catching the look of utter shock on my face.

Weren't all mafia bosses supposed to be brutish savages with a bad case of immorality and sadistic temperament? Why wasn't he?

"Why are you like this?" the words are out of my mouth before I could stop them.

"Like what?"

"So bipolar? So different?" I sputtered out, not knowing exactly how to word out my dilemma.

I was frustrated at myself and exasperated at the man sitting next to me, apparently that had leaked out because that caused him to chuckle even more.

"Who exactly are you comparing me to, tesoro?" he sounded amused, very amused.

"I don't know, hard core criminals maybe? Murderers, offenders, drug dealers?" I listed off a few of the top of my head. I have dealt with all of them at one point or other.

"And how exactly do you think they are?" I am sure he was patronizing me, but for once I was going to humor him.

"Cruel, cold, cutthroat, talk more with their fists, guns and knives than mouths. I don't know, the usual!" I replied, and till now he had not done any of that, so why was he so feared?

"Well first off, your information is very outdated, nobody uses knives anymore." he was making fun of me.

See! What criminal does that?!

"Not my point! How the hell are you the most feared Godfather? Are you even Vincenzo Giovanni? Or are you just bluffing?" I accused, blurting it all out in a horrifying verbal vomit.

Wrong move.

I could tell. Just from the change of his demeanor and the air around us. Suddenly, everything became very tense and I was on edge.

He put his car on park and turned towards me. We were at the house.

"You called me bipolar first, sí?" he gritted out, with a steely look in his eyes.

I just nodded my head; well I did call him that.

"Well, it just so happens that I am. I was trying to be kind because god knows why you are in my head right now and I can't get you out. I was being nice to you because that side, the cutthroat, first kill and then talk stronzo is only for the idiota who cross me!" he grumbled out.

Taking a deep breath and letting it out, he looked up at me with sharp penetrating eyes that were furious but controlled.

For someone who is such a feared criminal, he sure has amazing control over his anger.

He got out of the car and I followed him. Turning back to me he looked at me with a curious expression.

"Why did you think that I am not Vincenzo?" he asked me, more curious and annoyed than angry. That was a relief.

"Well you are quiet calm and collected, I mean sure you are an arrogant ass but that could be because you have more money than sense. And then there's the way you dress." I said giving him a once over. Today again he was in a tight fitted grey suit, custom made. My guess that it was a Ralph Lauren.

"What's wrong with my clothes?" he asked with a wicked smile on his face.

"Well if you didn't know, Ralph Lauren doesn't exactly scream 'ready to punch you down', does it?" I asked him, sarcasm generously flowing in my tone.

"So your problem is my clothing. How does clothing define a criminal?" he asked looking thoroughly intrigued.

Well, yeah. He was kind of right, clothing doesn't essentially define a criminal but there was still one more thing that was bugging me might as well get it off my chest.

"Ok yeah, I give you that. On the other hand, how can I believe you are a hard core criminal when I don't see a single scar or battle wound on your...anywhere." I countered.

"Are you implying that I can not fight?" confusion and intrigue cleared from his eyes as amusement danced in them.

"Essentially, I am." I was so tempted to flip my hair.

***

"You want me to fight you?" I asked a little surprised but not really scared, Danny and my father had taught me well.

I found myself facing a very different looking Lucca, twenty minutes after our conversation. Both of us were in our sports gear and barefoot. He looked so damn sexy that all the argument I had in store for him just went out the window.

He had brought me to the gym in the basement. It was huge with all the possible equipments one would want. Both of us were standing in an empty space big enough to hold a boxing ring.

"Try not to get hurt." He snarked and lunged.

On instinct side stepped. And all of a sudden he was behind me, his hand roughly grabbing me by the elbows as he pushed me back into his bare chest. I struggled relentlessly but he wouldn't budge and then at last I brought the heel of my foot down on his, only that didn't happen as my foot met with the cemented floor.

Pain shot up my heel as a grunt left my mouth. At this Lucca's grip loosened and I quickly twisted out of his grasp to face him.

"You want to play dirty? Let's play dirty." I hopped around to face him.

"I never played dirty, tesoro. I gave you a fair warning before I attacked." He smirked.

I'm going to wipe that smirk off of his face.

Think and then attack; don't always trust your instinct that was something Danny always taught me.

I studied him from top to bottom, he looked relaxed but agile and alert. He was barely showing any weakness apart from slightly rotating his right shoulder a little every few seconds.

I lunged at him first this timing, feigning left as I aimed a roundhouse kick to his right shoulder. He stumbled probably surprised at my aggressive maneuver.

A sadistic and very cynical smile crept onto his face as he faced me again, cracking his neck.

We punched and kicked at each other and by the time both of us backed into our corners, each of us had cuts on our cheeks and bruises on our abdomen. I was getting tired of this shit and I wanted it to be over but he was too good.

I lunged at him again, wanting to end this once and for all but before my fist could even touch his face he caught hold of my hand and turned me around, twisting my hand hard. Pain shot through my entire arm as I tried not to scream out.

His grasp on my elbow was firm and uncomfortable as his other hand pinned my shoulders to his bare chest. I was panting and struggling, trying to get out of his firm hold and ignoring the shivers when my ass brushed against his bulge.

"You fight good, mia cuccolio (my puppy). But I have beaten up the best fighters in my world to pulp. Give in and I'll stop hurting you because I can go all day." He whispered against my ear as he bit down my earlobe at the end of his little speech.

"You may have...done that-" I struggled, deciding on my next move, " – but I beat my father," I threw my head back and head-butted his, smirking at the sound of a very satisfying grunt, " – and Danny trained me to beat anyone's ass to pulp" saying this I Houdini-ed my way out of his grasp putting some distance between us. I spun around in time to see him spit some blood out, his lip was bloody and that made me so happy.

He turned his head back at me to look at me with a predatory gaze. Oh, I was so fucked. I knew that in my bones but I would still dodge and miss all of his attacks until I drop dead from exhaustion, but I wasn't going down without a fight.

Before I knew, he pounced at me and we were both free falling backwards, my ass hit the ground with a loud slap as an oomph sound left me. That asshole straddled me, holding my neck in a chokehold and leering down at me.

"I win, say it. I. Fucking. Win." His smile was the most egotistical smile I had ever seen, so full of male dominance and utter chauvinism. I cursed at myself for losing.

The only response he got from me was a condescending scoff.

Immediately the pressure on my neck increased and that action made me so mad, not because he was being a demeaning ass but because I was quite enjoying it.

"Say it. We are not moving from here before you do. On the contrary, don't, I quiet like this position." He justified his position by slowly gyrating his hips against mine. I had to call upon each and every fragment of my will power to not moan out.

"Pussy." I rasped out, smirking.

His breathing became harsher as his eyes darkened further. His grip on my neck tightened as well. A few notches tighter and I will be well on my way to meet my parents in person.

"I say it, I win." He demanded.

"I win." I rasped out with a patronizing smirk.

Humor crept into his furious eyes as the grip on my neck tightened further at my sass.

"Y-you win" I choked out once I started seeing black spots.

He immediately let go of my neck and leaned back on his haunches so I could sit up. My legs were still trapped under him.

We just stared at each other for a while as I tried to get the air back into my lungs. I didn't try to get him off me and he too seemed damn comfortable where he was. My eyes finally rested on his bloody lips as his rested on my not so bloody ones.

One second we were staring at each other, sitting close enough that our labored breaths mixed together and the next second he pounced on me for an entirely different reason.

Our lips crashed against one another as he straddled my waist once again. I sucked on his bloodied lip, tasting a mixture of metallic taste and Lucca on my tongue as his hands twisted my hair, pulling them slightly causing me to moan out.

In a matter of seconds my tank top was ripped off, the kiss never broke. I gasped allowing his tongue to further enter my mouth. His grip loosened from my hair as his hands travelled down my neck and to my shoulders pushing me further into his chest. I took advantage of the situation and flipped us over.

His eyes flew wide open as I disconnected our lips and started kissing and nipping down his stubbly chin to his neck.

"Fuck." I heard him groan as I slowly started moving my core against his very prominent and still growing member. How big was he?

I was lost in sensation when I felt him remove my bra and palm my tits. I let out another low moan as I felt my nipples pebble under his touch.

I trailed bites and kisses down his neck and captured his nipple at the same time that he took both of my hardened peaks between his thumbs and fingers and started painfully twisting and elongating them. We simultaneously hissed out as I bit his nipple, hard.

He flipped us over once again as he gathered both of my hands in one and pinned them over my head. He latched onto my tit, sucking and biting at it; giving it the same attention that I gave to his. The moan that escaped me could've rivaled a pornstars'.

His other hand slid down my belly right into my shorts. He felt around my folds, rubbing slow, lazy circles around my clit but never touching it. It was slowly driving me crazy.

Moan after moan left my lips unabashed as he teased me relentlessly. I tried gyrating my hips against his hands, trying to get him to touch my bundle of nerves but he bit down my nipple hard, not having it one bit.

His mouth suddenly left my tits as he looked up to my face, smug smirk curving his delicious lips.

"You like me holding you down, don't you? Look at you, all bothered and squirming at my touch." He whispered, punctuating his words with a light brush of his fingers over my clit. I all but screamed his name when he did that.

"Y-yes, yes, YES" I moaned out, trying to move my hips once more to no vain.

He cursed under his breath and let go of my arms and pushing down my hips with his free arms whereas increasing his speed with the other, occasionally brushing my clit. My pussy was weeping for a release.

I looked up to him with hooded eyes and my sight landed directly on his bulge. A gasp left my at the mere size of his constrained cock. His shorts leaving very little to the imagination.

"This is what you do to me, every time I see you strutting around your office bossing those amateur little fuckers. I have to control myself to not take you then and there." He growled out as my hand automatically shot out to grab the waistband of his shorts.

They needed to be off him. Now.

Apparently he had the same thought as the next thing I know my shorts were being ripped into pieces and I couldn't have chosen a better day to o commando. He was pretty quick in losing his shorts too and before I could an eyeful of what definitely would've been the world's most beautiful cock, he was balls deep in my weeping cunt with one hard thrust.

"Oh god!" I screamed and almost came at the feeling of being so full.

"Fuck! You're as tight as a fucking virgin!" he groaned out as he started slowly stroking my inner walls with his fat cock.

"Ah!" moan after moan left my lips as I writhed beneath him.

"Faster, p-please, please, please. Go faster!"I almost screamed at him, digging my nails in his biceps.

His lips silenced my cries as his hips picked speed, thoroughly fucking my unused hole. I started moving my hips along with his, meeting his thrust with my own. Both of us swallowing the others groans as our tongues furiously fought for dominance.

He increased his pace even more as his hand snaked down my belly and stated playing with my clit. I was so close and yet couldn't reach it. His left mine as he made a trail down my neck.

"Please, please, please." I mumbled incoherently as I started climbing up.

"Cum for me." he growled against the spot behind my ear and bit it.

The scream that escaped me as waves of pleasure crashed through me was loud enough for the whole neighborhood to hear. But did I care? No.

As I came down from what was I think my third orgasm, I felt him flip me over so that now I was on hands and knees with my cheek touching the ground and ass planted firmly on his still very hard cock.

I was very much aware that he had not cum even once and if he kept this up, I would be needing a wheelchair by the time I leave this room.

The head of his cock brushed against my fold and teased my clit for a bit. I felt my lower muscles tightening again and with a strong firm thrust he was in me again. His girth stretching me to my fullest as both his hands held my hips in a bruising grip and slammed me back on his cock, again and again.

One hand slid around my waist to my pussy and the other pulled my hair back making me look up forcibly.

"Oh god, oh God, Oh God, Lucca!" I screamed as he brought me closer to my next orgasm.

"I need you to cum." He commanded.

"N-no, I can't."I squeaked out, my voice sounded pleading as I knew I was very close to cumming any second now.

"Yes you can and you will." He said picking up his pace as his fingers started playing with my clit which had me screaming out at the top of my lungs in a few minutes.

He soon followed as I breathed a sigh of relief and collapsed on the floor.

Turning me around, he pulled out of me and peppered every inch of my face with feather light kisses He covered my eyes, ears, nose, lips and chin- not even missing an inch of my face. I couldn't help but smile at the sweet gesture after the rough fucking.

"I am never going to unsee that smile on your face, you know that." he whispered, his smile probably matching my own.

"I hope not" I murmured.

His eyes widened in shock at my blatant confession but it surprisingly didn't shock me in the least.

He made me mad, he made me irritated, he is the one who has the ability to push me to the edge without even trying to but it is also only him that makes me feel alive. And happy to be alive.

He is all wrong for me, every aspect of his life contradicts mine.

But opposites attract, right?

Don't let the insecurities of your past bring chaos to your present.

A/N:

Hello my dear readers, yes I am alive, yes Violet and Lucca just had sex and YES the story just got a 1000 times more fun to write now. It has finally picked up and now I can see a future for it.

Honestly I was going to give this up because I was wrecking my fucking brain for some goddamn inspiration but zilch. But finally I managed to finish this chapter and here we are!

Thoughts?

Hopefully the next wait won't be as long...

Until then my beautiful sexy reader! MUAH!