I felt him, everywhere.

Him inside of me. His hands all over my body. His hot kisses on my skin. Each thrusts went so deep into the depth of me that I still felt the pain, the good kind of pain that gave you pleasure. He lingered all over my body, he scarred my soul and clouded my mind.

It was four in the morning when he was finally done with me. To say that I was exhausted was totally an understatement. He completely worn me out taking me in every ways possible that made me questioned my flexibility because I never knew I was that flexible.

We both kept going at it liked some fucking hormonal teenagers in high school. He didn't let me breath, no break in between. His stamina was as high as the sky.

I had never orgasmed more in my life. I even stopped counting at six. Nick overdid it that I almost felt bad for the next guy. No one could ever compare to him.

" Good morning, handsome. " I said when I felt him nuzzled his face between my breasts.

I glanced over at the clock on the bedside table to my right and it was already eleven. We missed his cake cutting last night and now we missed breakfast. How would I ever be able to face his family again? They might have some ideas for our sudden absence from the party.

" Good morning, beautiful. " he mumbled under his breath with his face still buried in my chest.

I grinned watching our hand locking together, legs intertwined and his arm draped around my stomach. And, I realized I never wanted to wake up any other way. I wanted to watch him sleep on my chest. I wanted his arms around me. I wanted to listen to him breathing every mornings. I wanted to do simple things like these.

Just us together on a bed in the comforts of one another. But, we all couldn't have what we wanted sometimes, could we?

" How am I supposed to stop now? " he asked taking one of my breast into his warm mouth.

Having him was supposed to be a one time thing. Sleeping with him was supposed to get him out of my system. God knew how wrong I was. If I had him in my system before, he took over the whole me now.

I never wanted to be out of his grips. Leaving him was not supposed to be impossible.

" Nick, I'm sore. " I warned when I felt his hard tip rubbing against my entrance.

" Right, sorry. I just couldn't help it. Hot bath? " he smiled scratching the back of his neck.

He picked me up bridal styles and walked slowly into his bathroom with a grin on his face as his eyes scanned my naked body in amusement. The fact that his gaze always managed to make me feel exposed with and without clothes was annoying. Liked right now I felt exposed to the whole fucking and I never shy away from anyone. He held some power over me.

" Fuck you. You fucking territorial bastard. " I glared when I got a glimpse of handprints and love bites all over my neck and chest.

" You did fuck me. One point to Gryffindor. " he winked and I smacked him across his head.

Groaning in pain he put me down to my feet and turned to turn on the shower. I didn't know what the hell happened to hot bath because I couldn't think straight as my legs started to shake.

" Fuck. " I hissed feeling the pain down south.

Judging by the amount of pain I was feeling right now I could have sworn this fucker broke my vagina.

I cursed him under my breath, legs shaking, and hands holding the wall for dear life. Nick rubbed his body wash on his hand with a victory smirk playing on his lips as he watched me suffer. Probably proud of himself. He really thought he did something here.

" Just so you know this is a one time thing. You probably had enough anyways and so did I. " I muttered lowly while he washed me.

I never wanted to stop whatever we were doing but this was wrong. We couldn't effort to let it happen again or we would be doomed, lost in desires and lusts when we were supposed to be bad for each other.

He and I would never happen. We had always been impossible. We could never be together.

" You're trying to tell me that whatever happened last night end there. " he whispered trailing his hands down my curves.

" And, you're telling me that I can't do this anymore, hm? " he hummed nuzzling his head into my neck, his mouth sucking on my skin and fingers fiddling my woman part.

Fuck. How could I think straight when he was doing this. His touch was still as addictive as it was last night. His mouth was hot and hungry as he kissed me liked his life depended on it.

I bit my lips closing my eyes as I felt his finger thrusted into me in one fast strike and then there was his second finger and then third and forth and I was a fucking goner.

" Your body is disagreeing with you, Ana. Whatever happened last night will continue. I'm a kind of man that know exactly what he wants. And, I want you. "

" I wasted enough time fighting with myself thinking you're fucking forbidden and now that I had you I won't ever let you go. "

" You. Are. Mine. Remember that. And, no one can stop me from having you. Not even you. " he pulled all of his fingers out of me the moment his speech finished leaving me hot and bothered.

I watched him in disbelief as he turned away from me and continued to take his shower liked nothing had happened.

" Finish what you started, you fucking devil spawn. " I glared turning his body back.

I was a bipolar bitch. But, who could resist Nicholas Salvatore?

" What happened to whatever happened last night end there? " he smirked.

" You happened. " I hissed jumping on him not caring if I was sore as fuck.

His arms found my waist supporting my weight as he pressed my body against the slippery shower wall. Our mouths danced in sync and tongues fighting with each other for dear life. I let out a small gasp into his mouth when he filled me up in one swift thrust stretching my wall apart reminding me just how huge he was.

The bathroom was fun and all until I couldn't really walk straight anymore. But, did I regret it? Absolutely not. The pain was worth it. And, seeing me in pain wincing every time I tried to walk seemed to boast his already big ego even more.

Men and their egos.

" Tell me my son didn't abuse you. " Alana gasped as Nick and I entered the living room.

He had his arm wrapped around me as he helped me walked and I held on to him liked a bloody koala bear.

My hands instinctively went up trying to cover my neck as much as I could. Nick had done a good damage on me. I wasn't that mad about his love bites on me but his fingerprints was on another level. This bastard must have some territorial shits going on.

" Alana please, we all know what they did. You don't have to act shock, mi amor. " Mr Salvatore chuckled shaking his head and my eyes almost popped out of their sockets.

" I made a promise to hang out with Matteo this afternoon so that's my cue to leave. " Nick smiled innocently at his parents before turning to peck my lips.

And, then poof. Just liked that he was out of the door leaving me here with his parents after he fucked my brain out.

Guess who's not getting any tonight.

" What the hell did you teach our sons? " Alana asked glaring at her husband who almost choked on his afternoon scotch whiskey.

I slowly walked into the room with an amused grin on face, taking a seat on the single couch next to Alana. Cora walked into the room with a small tray in her hands before putting it on the table in front of me. There was a small cup of coffee, sandwiches, salad, a bowl of fruit, and a small note on the corner.

Please, take care of yourself. I want to keep you for a really long time -Nick

p.s. eat all of it. get your energy. you will need it.

I smiled like a fool reading the note before finally thanking Cora for bringing me lunch. She nodded her head curtly and left the room without saying a word. I folded the note and put it in the back pocket of my jean jacket.

" I didn't have to teach him anything. Your sons aren't the three little innocent angels you thought they were. " the Don said as I took a bite of my sandwich.

I watched the two lovebirds bickering back and forth with amusement in my eyes. They were so in love with one another even after years of marriage, not to mention that it was an arrangement. He looked at his wife in such a way that made me questioned myself if I would ever be to experience love liked them.

Love, it was such a strange thing and everything I would never be able to understand.

Father taught me better than believing in love. I was taught to believe that love was nothing but a bunch of craps. It was a waste of time that consumed all of your energy. He said love would make me weak and as a leader, I couldn't bare to be weak especially not when I had hundreds of people depending on me.

I grew up without love my entire life. And, I believed him. I still remembered the little girl in me yearning for my father's affection. I didn't dare ask him to love me because love would make him weak. I didn't want daddy to be weak. He was everything to me despite all the things he had done.

I believed he was preparing me to be like him, a strong leader. Until I grew up and realized he was shaping me to be his killing machine, a key to his revenge.

I didn't want to be like him so I became worse.

How was I supposed to love someone else when I couldn't even love my own family nor I never received that kind of affection before.

" So, are you and my son a thing now? " Alana asked sipping her tea.

" Okay. You girls talk. I have to go to work. " Mr Salvatore said getting up. He kissed her cheek goodbye and left the room right after.

She watched me as she waited for my answer with a glint dancing across her eyes. I knew she liked me. But, if only she knew the real me, who I really was she would kill me on the spot immediately saving her son from staining his life with me.

" No. We're not together. We're just—having fun? " I chuckled awkwardly.

" You're good for him, Anastasia. And, he might be good for him too. I raised the boy and I never saw him so-Er—lovesick? "

" He's crazy for you. " she giggled.

For my body. Yes. For me? Impossible. I wasn't worth it. I would never do that to him. He deserved much better than a damaged girl.

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