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"𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝"

Nicolo sighed and dug his head into his pillow. I shook my head and swung my feet from the railing.

"I know," I replied with a sigh.

I giggled and he smirked, looking at me curiously. I frowned at his words and tilted my head. "What?"

Sighing, he sat up against his headboard and pointed a finger in front of the camera.

Snorting, I shrug and look over my shoulder—glancing at the boy behind the glass. A phone was pressed to his ear as he spoke angrily into it, I couldn't hear him since the glass doors were closed but I could tell he was shouting.

"He told me he loves me," I said softly, looking back down at my brother—on the screen. His eyes widen as he ran a hand through his golden locks.

I smiled, remembering the new memory from days ago. "And I told him I loved him back,"

Nicolo dropped the phone and clapped his hands. I laughed as I watched a grin form on his face.

"Shush," I swatted my hand at him through the screen and he pretended to dodge it, poking his tongue out at me.

"Put that away, God knows where it's been," I mumbled and swung my legs off the railing, dropping back to the ground.

He smirked and pushed his tongue to the inside of his cheek, and I just knew what was going to come out of his mouth.

"Nicolo, I swear to Go—

"No!" I shouted and hung up immediately. Running a hand down my face, he then started to spam me with text messages—reminding me how rude of a sibling I was for hanging up on him.

I replied and told him I would call him later—when he wasn't being a disgustingly obnoxious dork.

With my eyes on the screen, I laugh at the new messages he sent me—without realising I bumped right into something hard.

Glancing up, Roman stood in front of me—his eyes cold and lifeless. I blushed and took a step back, tucking my phone into my shorts.

"You okay?" I tilted my head up to look at him properly. He nodded briefly, just staring at me as if he were in a daze.

"We're going out tonight." He stated, moving behind me and I followed. "Really, where?" I exclaimed, smiling as I followed him into our room.

He went into the closet and stood to his full height to reach a pair of sweats on the top, high shelf. "Surprise," He muttered and then grabbed a sweatshirt.

I huffed in annoyance. "Can you just tell me?" I complained, shutting my eyes as he began to take his pants off.

I heard him scoff, almost as if he was mocking me for closing them.

"Abbiamo scopato, Ella. Nessuna differenza."

Translation: "We've fucked, Ella. No difference."

Opening my eyes, I narrow them at him as he slides on his hoodie—catching a glimpse of his tattooed, muscular chest.

Suddenly, as I make a move to walk out—he grabs me by the wrists and pins me against the door.

My chest heaved upwards as I look at him wide-eyed. His hair graciously fell down in front of his eyes, while he looked at me intensely.

"I have to leave for a bit," He said just above a whisper. I gulped, nodding my head lightly.

He traced his thumb under my jaw, reaching his lips closer to my own—until they were barely touching mine.

"Bacia prima di andare?"

Translation: "Kiss before I go?"

My lips pulled into a small smile, they barely touched his as he waited for my confirmation.

And as confirmation, I closed my eyes and pushed my lips against his. His lips were plush and soft, exhilaratingly addictive.

He worked his lips against my own at a gentle speed, almost refreshing. I ran my palm along his jaw, feeling a slight stubble that indicated he hadn't shaved.

As he pulled away, my eyes fluttered open as I breathed heavily between his parted lips. "Love you," I mumbled and looked up to his eyes.

Smirking, he pecked the corner of my lips and tightened his hold on my waist. "Love you, Ella,"

My heartstrings tugged at his words. I don't think I'd ever get over hearing those words coming from him.

And every time I did, my heart sped up crazily—nearly evolving me into cardiac arrest.

I stood aside as he moved out of the closet, taking his phone into his pocket and grabbing his keys.

"Be ready at 7," He said, turning to me and staring me right in the eyes.

Looking away, I play with the ends of my shirt and nod my head. I felt him come near me, and then a kiss was placed on my cheek.

My eyes glanced up as he moved around me and out of the room.

Watching him leave, I scoot over to one of my bags. I find some of my paints, grabbing white, pink, blue and orange. Then, I take a blank mini canvas.

Picking up a few brushes, I move out of the room and onto the patio. Watching the evening float by, I decided to paint the sky above.

Full of oranges and pinks, hints of blue there too. The sun was slowly setting, the sky was clear—only a few spots of white clouds around.

After setting everything up, I sigh and sip the orange juice I poured for myself. My hand advances towards the canvas and delicately brushes against the blank fabric, dabbing my medium-sized paintbrush into the light blue colour I mixed.

My strokes move freely, placing soft swirls and brushes against the canvas.

Moving from blues to pinks, I don't realise how fast time goes by. Up until the sunset was replaced with darkness and the sounds of the night evolved around me—was when I decided to leave everything and get ready.

Since I had no clue where he was taking us, I decided on a short summer dress, the length above mid-thigh and the white dress had little blue flowers on it.

Taking a small white bag, I tuck my phone inside and place my lip balm inside too. Tucking it over my shoulder, I walk out of the room and go straight down the stairs.

Roman didn't appear to be home yet, considering it was only 6:45. I went on my phone, for the time being, laughing at the messages Kara sent me.

Have you guys fucked on a terrace yet?

Scoffing, I reply.

Go live your sexual fantasies with Blondie.

Just as my message was sent, the sound of the front door opening had my eyes snapping there. Roman comes inside, his back was turned to me as he closed the door quietly.

"Rom—

He turned around, cutting off my words as my sight went directly to the fresh wound—slashed across his cheek.

Instantly, I panic and drop everything onto the chair I was sitting on and rush over to him.

"Shit," I mumble as I pull him down by the collar and examine the wound. It was bleeding lightly, though the wound was pretty deep.

Before he had time to get a word in, I grab his wrist and pull him behind me and into the kitchen.

"Roman, what happened?" I asked him, going into the small drawer that had the first aid. He sat down on a stool and didn't say a word, making me irritated.

I open the box instantly, taking the rubbing alcohol and the cotton balls inside. "Roman," I warn as I sat on the counter to reach his height.

As I dab the wound, I took in his appearance more appropriately now. His clothes were the same, though his upper appearance was rugged.

Black curls were tousled and droopy—falling over his brows. His facial expression was blank, utterly blank. And his eyes held nothing—as well.

"The guy had a knife," He shrugged carelessly and watched me with his intense eyes. I scoffed and continued to clean the wound.

"You need to be careful," I stated. I'm not too sure why this triggered me so much. Possibly, it was because of the dream I had weeks ago, the dream of him dying.

It still terrified me to this day. It was so surreal and vivid—that knowing the lifestyle we both had—the dream could come to life within a second.

"I'm careful," He responded slowly, and for the first time—I stared straight into his eyes. "Bullshit," I muttered.

Firmly, he gripped my chin and made me look into his eyes. My movements stopped as he looked at me seriously.

"I'm okay, Ella." My stern expression faltered and I looked away from him, continuing to clean his cut.

I tried not to look too defeated. Honestly, I was worried. But there wasn't anything I could do about it, besides he's been doing this his whole life—like myself.

After placing a bandage on the cut, I kissed the covered wound and jumped off the counter—placing the rubbish into the bin.

"Are you sure you want to go out tonight?" I asked, facing away from him as I took a cool water bottle out from the fridge.

Strong hands were placed on my waist, startling me—I jumped in my spot and he swiftly turned me around.

My heart accelerated as he pushed me against the counter behind me, his body carelessly touching my own.

Swiftly, he leant his head down to my neck and my breath hitched in my throat. Lightly placing an open-mouthed kiss against my skin.

"I love it when you're like this," He whispered deeply against my skin—brushing his cool lips and hot breath along my heated flesh.

The tension was insanely high—and so was my body. Heat coursed through me like rains of fire, uncomfortably sending waves of shock down to my core.

Fuck I wanted him. Just remember the other night had me wet all over again.

"Like what?" I breathed out hopelessly. Feeling him smirk against my skin—I was aroused even more. Somehow he was amused at my flustered state, continuing to tease me.

"Worried, for me," I bit my lip as he sensually said the words. His hands-on waist trailed under my short dress and allowed his fingers to effortlessly loop through the band of my panties.

Closing my eyes, I allow him to feel my body—utterly consumed at the moment. His lips kissed down my neck, leaving wet trails of love and lust.

"Ella, turn around for me?" He said, pulling his lips back in front of mine. I opened my eyes slowly and gulped.

"Why?" Curiously, I asked. Slowly, his tongue peeked out between his lips as he licked them and stared down at his fingers that were still looped around my panties.

With a rough tug, a low moan escaped my lips as he tugged the front part of my panties, up against my heat.

His lips connect with my ear again, lifting my head up with his other hand at the back of my neck. "Because," He started, placing a kiss under my ear. "I'm going to fuck you against this counter."

My eyes widened a fraction, feeling the force of his lips up against my own. I melted instantly against him, feeling the pressure of the fabric between my walls and the pressure of his addictive lips on my own.

"Turn," He pulled away, whispering huskily. Obeying, I turned and placed both my hands on the counter behind me.

Lightly, he lifted my dress up to my hips—exposing my lower body to him. I held in the gasp as my heated flesh connected with the cool air around us.

My body jolted as he swiftly spread my legs apart, allowing me to bend and look over my shoulder.

I followed his movements with my eyes, lustfully. As he slowly tugged down my red thong. I slyly smiled at the strain in his sweats, the panties had then dropped down to my feet and I was completely bare.

Roman licked his lips again, bringing a hand to my ass and squeezing a cheek as his other hand rubbed over my parted slit.

My breathing went rigid as his hand moved up and down the moist walls sensually. "Roman," I begged, whimpering as I closed my eyes and silently urged for more.

The hand got removed and I heard the sound of a wrapper opening. My head turned slightly and I caught a glimpse of his cock before his lips crushed against mine.

"You're so beautiful, la mia Ella," He said, pulling away as his hand grasped onto my ass again.

Translation: 'My Ella,'

Blushing, I bit my lower lip as he moved back and started adjusting his cock into my core.

My hands tightened onto the edges of the counter as he slowly rubbed the tip of his cock up between the walls.

"Jesus," I muttered as I was suddenly overwhelmed with such high intensity of needing him inside me.

Easily, he slipped into me. I gasped at the contact, my desires easily being fulfilled but his thick,

long cock.

And then, he started thrusting. Moaning, my eyes followed each movement he made from behind. His hips moving his dick in and out, each thrust and motion held with passion and desire.

His hold on my hair tightened as he looked into my eyes, my head weakened as I looked away and threw my head against the counter, fisting my hands as he filled me.

"Fuck, Roman," I whimpered, my eyes rolling back as complete pleasure filled me up. "Say it again," He demanded, his voice utterly deep and content.

My mind went into the clouds as he started to rub his thumb along my clit. "Roman," I said, grasping the table again from the intensity of the rough fuck he was giving me.

"Mhm," He hummed, lifting my head back roughly by the grip on my hair. My teeth gripped my bottom lip tightly, drawing blood from the harshness.

The overwhelming feeling started overtaking me, while the knot in my stomach built up feverishly. Each stroke inside me was like a wave of pleasure each time.

My back arched as he slammed into me much harshly, his large, ringed hand had connected with my ass cheek—slapping it and then rubbing over the area soothingly.

Moaning, I tilt my head slightly over my shoulder to look at him. Our eyes connect, he stared at me deeply while he pounded into me, my high already feeling as if it were coming undone.

And then, he leant down—his hold on my hair released as he moved it to my throat, directing my lips to his and smashing them to mine.

As my legs began to shake uncontrollably, he held me up with an arm—now slowly moving in and out of me.

My movements became sloppy unintentionally, he stayed inside me for a couple of seconds before moving out and doing the same thing—then slamming back into me.

I moaned into his mouth and dropped my head as the wave of pleasure wrapped over me. His hand on my throat tightened, my eyes lifting directly into his.

"Fuck, Arabella," Hearing my name on his tongue had my eyes rolling back at the thrust that came with it. Smiling, I bit my lip as the overwhelming pleasure formed within me—coming undone.

Groaning, my legs shook with the release that took over my body. He continued to ride out my orgasm, fucking me intensely until he was grunting himself.

My ass moved along his cock, sliding in and out of it as he came. His grip on my waist tightened and he kissed the back of my neck—while his head fell on my shoulder.

He slid out of me, my breathing completely rigid as he peeled off the condom and tossed it into the trash.

Slowly, he lifted my panties back up and turned me around. My hands wrapped around his neck as he hoisted me up onto the counter he mercilessly just fucked me against.

Pulling me to his chest, he buried his head in my neck.

"Love you," He whispered in my ear, his voice raspy.

Smiling weakly with my eyes closed, I kissed his cheek.

"Love you, Roman."

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I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter!!

A customer yelled at me today for getting the wrong size shoe out for her, therefore my sensitive ass cried in the back room—so I hope everyone else's day is going great lmao.

(I'm a really sensitive person so this shit gets to me)

Anyways, Im fine now—I'm just making jokes about it 💀

I love you guys!

- lei <3