Chapter 4

ARIA

"Why don't you wear a shirt?" I asked, getting slightly agitated.

I am not a horny girl and definitely not like the ones who would jump to have sex but wait... isn't both the same thing? I am getting horny, no?

Uh-huh. Damiano, why don't you wear a shirt damn it before I burn like a candle looking at your abs. They seem delicious.

Shut up, Aria. Are you really the same eighteen-year-old girl who had no idea that what exactly the s*x meant? Why are you behaving so dumb? I told myself but my mind was not working appropriately. I don't know why I was feeling this way?

Oh shit! My periods are coming, isn't it? And I've read somewhere that PMS makes you horny, right? I rolled my eyes and brought my attention back to him who was now preparing meatballs. I wonder what made him change his attitude? I mean at one moment he was all psycho at me and in another he became this super sweet Mafia guy who cooks for a teen like me.

Plus all of sudden he said that he loves me. I don't believe him. I may be a hopelessly romantic girl but love is a big thing. It takes time to happen. His obsession with dolls and with me, it seems like he's confused. It couldn't be love. I mean why the hell he'll love a girl like me who's a decade younger than him? Maybe he was obsessed with me because he sees me like a doll? But then again why he is acting all perfect today? What changed?

"A shirt? Why that?" He raised his right eyebrow.

Oh. So he can do this too. Tell me what else he can not do!

"Because I said so." I made a face.

He laughed. A healthy laugh with no hidden intentions.

"Or because I am way too hot for you to handle." He winked.

Exactly. My point. But I am not going to tell him that. He's already way too cocky.

"Or maybe because it's normal to wear clothes." I gave him a stupid reply to which he laughed.

Yeah! Go ahead and make fun of me.

F**k everything. I am going to do what I am craving for.

I went and stood behind him. His muscular back certainly visible to me. He senses me and there pertains a small tension in his back. Oh, so he's affected too!

I ran my fingers through his back as he cooks.

Biting the corner of my lips, I came closer to him. Slowly, I wrapped my arms around him from the back. My aroused chest touched his bareback which made me lose more control. I started placing soft kisses on his back which soon became erratically strong.

My sanity falls at the door of blackness when I glided my tongue over his flesh, tasting the divine pleasure. He moaned when I rubbed my palm over his crotch. He was hard. And I was wet! I wanted him and he too wants me.

What was stopping us? Oh, his sweet side. Well f*ck this sweet side of him, right now all I want is my rough Damiano who would f*ck me till my hormones are satisfied.

"You're playing with fire, baby girl." He warned which sounded more like a moan.

I rubbed his crotch further and was about to unzip his pants before he turned around and stared into my eyes.

"Burn me then," I whispered.

He smirked, putting his hands over mine and made me unzip his pants. My mouth went dry and in seconds, I found myself getting on my knees.

"Sure." He said.

Without wasting any minute, I took it out and softly ran my finger all over it. He moaned softly, wanting for me to take it in my mouth but not so easily Damiano, not so easily!

With both hands, I slowly creased him and felt my vagina getting wetter. An electric current ran all over my body when he set aside my hair and grabbed me by my neck. And that's when I lose my every control over my senses.

"Woah, sorry man!" All of sudden a familiar voice came and my mood vanished.

It was from Alex.

Well, damn him! Always the wrong timing.

"I am sorry-I..." He stopped in between when he saw me.

He looked at me in confusion as if asking to question why I am still here when I left. I gestured him to talk later and quickly get on my feet.

"Piss off." Damiano groaned.

Alex quickly went out of the kitchen leaving the two of us in utter silence making me realise that what I just did.

Embarrassment crossed my face and I quickly held it down and tears filled in my eyelids on their own. What's happening with me? I was never like this before? Why I am behaving like a horny dumb girl? I should've never done that, what he'll think of me? He'll think low of me and I really don't want that to happen.

I want to remain the girl he's obsessed with not the girl who'll go crazy to have s*x with him.

He's too hot for the sake of God, every woman must have thrown herself on him and now I am doing the same.

I was struggling through my own thoughts while I forgot that he was still standing in the same position. I looked up to him and found something different in his eyes.

His eyes changed. They were no more that of a sweet Damiano and it scared me. He took steps towards me while I stepped backwards till I hit the wall. He trapped me in between his both hands.

Anger was fuming high in eyes and it made me realize that the psychopath was back.

"Where the f*ck is your collar, my doll?"