Chapter 25 Different - Lily
I run my fingers over my swollen lips from how Vincent was kissing me.
My reflection in the mirror looks the same, yet different.
I'm definitely not the girl who stepped into that cathedral a week back. I was innocent, conjuring ideas up in my mind of what sex was supposed to be like. And now I'm not, I realised that sex is so much more than just a tumble in the hay.
Somehow I see my body as changed as well. I look more desirable, not like a little girl anymore.
I feel powerful knowing that Vincent wants me. He says he cant help himself.
I get into the shower, and feel almost regretful that I have to wash him off me, but im sticky and sore, and the water running over me soothes my muscles.
Do I call myself a woman now?
The thought has me grinning in the shower, Nana's words running through my mind.
It seems absurd that Vincent wanted me since he saw me, I'm younger than him. I didn't think I was sophisticated or worldly enough, but I made him unravel.
And I want to do it again.
I noticed he brought the overnight bags upstairs, and I only throw on a robe that Fiona packed, going downstairs barefoot in search of my husband.
I find him in the kitchen, stirring something in a pan wearing only his black boxer briefs. If the whole mafia thing doesn't work out, he could definitely become a model.
"You're cooking?" I ask incredulously.
I've been staying at his house for the last week, they literally have a personal chef cooking all the meals. When did he learn how to cook? I don't even know how to boil an egg.
"I'm not just a pretty face." He winks at me, making my toes curl on the floor.
He's definitely not just a pretty face. I can feel my cheeks burning again.
This all seems so normal. It's totally not how I expected things would go.
"My grandmother taught me how to cook a simple pasta." He says without looking up from the stovetop. "She said I had to learn how to cook at least one decent meal."
"And here Nana taught me how to shoot a gun." I snicker.
"Yeah, I figured she was behind your excellent shooting skills."
"So, this house?" I'm still curious, it's so beautiful and warm, and nothing like the house back in Chicago.
"I inherited it from my grandparents, they have both passed on now." I detect some sadness in his voice. "I used to spend all my summers here when I was a kid, before I had to step up to the plate."
Meaning before he became a part of the mafia as the leader's son. I suck in a breath, the thought of having children going through that terrifying.
"It's really beautiful, how often do you come here now?"
I can see the muscles in his back going tense. "I don't. I have someone coming in to clean it regularly, he made sure the fridge was stocked today."
"If I had a house like this, I would come here all the time." I take a seat on a stool at the table, immediately hopping off when my vagina burns.
"You good?" Vincent whips around, concern in his eyes, before it darkens even more at the realisation that he's the one responsible for my condition. He takes the pan from the burner before stalking over to me and pulling me into his arms. "I'm sorry I had to hurt you."
"It was inevitable, right?" I grip his hard biceps, the muscles moving under my touch.
His smoldering gaze drops to my mouth before he bends down and kisses me until I open my lips underneath him, my one hand tangling in the hair at his nape.
I can feel him hardening against my stomach again, and he groans as he squeezes me tighter against him.
"You're killing me, Tiger." He breaks the kiss and runs his tongue to my ear. "I want to be inside you so bad right now."
There's no way that is happening, not anytime soon. I love the nickname he's given me, even though I know it came from the mistake I made by hitting that girl.
You know what, it was no mistake. She was literally hanging off him, knowing he's a married man. I'm no fool, I know he had relationships before me, or people he slept with at least.
But the least she could do was show me some kind of respect.
He steps away from me, palming his cock through his underwear. "You better prepare yourself, because soon I will be fucking you every chance I can get."
"I can't wait."
He raises his eyebrows in surprise before breaking out in the most beautiful smile, my heart literally skips a beat for it.
I don't think many people know this side of Vincent DiCassio, making me feel extremely special.
"Be careful what you wish for, Tiger."
The pasta is really good, the arrabiata sauce perfect, and I hope in the throes of the mafia life, we could have more of these nights.
But that is wishful thinking, because this world is always just waiting to fuck up my life.