Chapter 13 : I Will Ruin You
Chapter 13: I Will Ruin You
Sophie
Angelo grumbled something under his breath, eating his pizza while his brother gave me a look that said, I told you so. I giggled silently and his smile widened.
We were done eating, Angelo had to go to some important meeting but Luciano decided to stick around. He was sitting beside me on the ground.
“Wby make it when you can buy it?” I dropped the pigment on the glass sheet with my gloves hands.
“I like making it.” I replied, grabbing the spatula and making a small hole in the middle of the pigment.
“I want to help.” He said, picking up the linseed oil.
“Tell me what to do?”
“Okay,” I muttered.
I picked up the dropper and gave it to him along with a pair of gloves. He wore gloves which stretched over his hands. Wearing those gloves and looking like he did right, was making me squirm on the ground. He looked like a typical fancy doctor. He ran a hand through his hair, a habit from what I had gathered and picked the dropper up.
“Just drop the oil in the middle, slowly.” I told him. It felt wired to instruct him, it felt like he should be giving the instructions. Even though it was clear he did not know how to make oil paint.
He nodded and dropped the oil in the middle of the heap, I mixed it a little with the spatula. He kept dropping the oil till I stopped him and picked the muller up.
“I want to do that.” He said, taking it from me.
“How?”
I almost smirked at how excited he looked, a wolf playing sheep.
“W..we have to get an even texture.”I explained, taking his hand which felt warm even with the barrier of gloves and led it down to the glass sheet.
I let him press the muller on pigment and then gently rotate it. I could feel his eyes on me but I kept my eyes fixed on the glass sheet, feeling my cheeks heat up under his gaze. After some time, I let go of his hand and he did it on his own, now concentrating on the paint. This time, I watched him from the corner of my eyes. A strand of his hair was dancing down his forehead, his glasses were on the tip of his nose, giving me some clear view of his sparkling beautiful eyes. His pink lips were slightly parted.
“Friends don't look at each other like that.” He said, putting the muller away and looked at me. His gaze heated, not playing sheep anymore.
I swallowed, my studio apartments suddenly felt smaller.
“I was looking at your…glasses.” I mumbled, feeling my cheeks heat up at his intense gaze.
He took his gloves off and threw them on the floor. I watched with wide eyes as he grabbed my waist and pulled me onto his lap in a way that I was stranding him.
“Luciano,” I whispered, trying to get off. He nudged the tip of my nose with his and I could feel his hot breath on me, fanning my lips.
My hands fisted on his jacket, my breath trembling at the soft touch of him. His hands on my waist felt warm and right. He felt right, they felt right but it did not make sense.
“Princess,” he muttered.
“Baby girl,” he pressed his lips to my jaw. I gasped, pressing myself closer to him.
“I will ruin you.” He whispered into my ear, lips brushing over my earlobe.
“I will ruin that sweet innocence of yours till you are begging underneath me.” He chuckled, I shivered wildly, drunk on the tbe feeling of him.
“I will hurt you.” His hands gripped my ass, squeezing harshly and I whimpered.
That seemed to snap him out, he gently pushed me off his lap and stood up. He didn't look at me as he grabbed the keys from the counter and walked out, slamming the door shut which made me flinch. I looked at myself in the mirror, my cheeks were red and my eyes were bright. My breathing was heavy as if I had just run miles. This was bad, I was attracted to him and at the same time, attracted to his other two brothers. It was unfair to the three of them, we were friends. If I hadn't looked at him like that, he would have not touched me. What was wrong with me? I knew a part of me was still cautious of them, I didn't trust them fully. I couldn't till I had the confirmation that they weren't in the mafia but I obviously let him touch me without trust. I was an idiot, he probably felt awkward.
I spent the rest of the day making oil paints and trying not to think about them.
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Luciano Pov
I was nervous, a man with conflicting thoughts, everything in my head aligned in a pattern, in a way that made sense. I knew how to sort through my emotions, I knew how to suppress them. You learn a thing or two after having a life as I did. The only person in the whole fucking universe who threatened to disrupt the perfect order of my my mind was her, Sophie Taylor. A perfect little thing I wanted to hurt and pleasure, that was all I thought of when the first time I saw her. But then I saw her again and again and again and I found myself being mesmerized.
She was innocent, she knew how cruel the world was and I knew that but she was innocent in ways that made her a kind of a woman me and my brothers rarely reacted with. We didn't like the hassle of training, you always need to train your new submissive but training someone new to this whole world was hard work and sometimes ended up with the submissives running for the hills. Sophie, I could imagine her on her knees, following my orders and being a good girl but I didn't know how she liked to be pleasured. If I stayed in that cute little apartment of hers for one more minute, I would have turned her ass red, kissed her lips till they were swollen and probably fuck jer all day long.
I sat down on my chair, looking out of the window of my office. The sun was setting, I had let some frustration out in the gym after I left her apartment. If she let me, let us touch her, we would ruin her. She was too fucking sweet for us, I got a taste today and I was already addicted. The feel of her small and soft body against me was addicting. It felt like she was where she belonged, on my lap.