Now she's on me
And I can't let her go!
And my bones are crumbling
And she stole my faith again
And I wish you well
Oh, for the night
until you come again
She's in my veins again
But she knows I'll bleed her before I wake up
breathe out your oxygen
She burns like heroin
Heroin – Bad Flower
dragon
I walk around feeling a lump in my throat, the feeling of being trapped and at the same time wanting to scream and act like a furious animal that feels betrayed. How she managed to infiltrate my bloodstream so quickly, she's like a drug that leaves you in ecstasy caused the effect the aftereffects are of destruction.
I shove my hands through my hair pulling back as I lean my head against the wall, I tried to assuage the anger by fucking Lucy and I couldn't even get hard, what an idiot I was. I should have investigated, I should have looked for something and trusted my instincts instead of acting like a teenager in love. Depending on what she did, the club could be in danger, I won't forgive myself if I lose a brother because of a feeling that isn't reciprocated.
I look up as the door opens, waiting for answers.
- I'm not going to torture that bitch - Lucky spat and pinned him against the door, the man didn't disobey any of my orders and now he released this - I'm sorry pres, if you want to punish me, I accept. But I'm not fucking going to torture that bitch, mafia or not.
Infuriated I released my sergeant-at-arms from the wall, that bitch infiltrated my skin and I knew that even deserving I couldn't do it looking into those dark eyes.
- Because? I asked on a sigh.
"You should go check it out," he said as he walked away from her and walked to the bar.
It can't be that bad.
I talked to myself opening the door and cursing myself.
Luck left her naked, tied to a hook, her head propped up on one arm as if she was waiting for something.
"Oh, then you'll do the job," she blurted out in a resigned voice.
I was getting closer to the bitch, trying to find out what was wrong and when I realized my fucking heart that the bitch took without permission ended up breaking.
It was the second time I felt the tightness as a deep pain, I didn't understand how the little Italian girl did that to me.
— You're waiting for death Diana, better what's your real name? I asked, trying to keep my voice steady.
“I've escaped death enough and I'm even happy if I die looking into those blue eyes of yours. - She smirked
“Give me a reason not to kill you,” I pleaded with a lump in my throat.
“I don't have one.” She looked up and the marks on her neck ripped out another part of me. “I'd rather die than be thrown at the family door.
I took a deep breath looking for calm, I made the mistake of taking my eyes to the breasts I could only touch, the way she hid in the darkness of my room. Now I understood why.
Her breasts had bite scars around them, between them a thin gash that could have been fatal had it gone deep.
Arms scarred between cuts, bites and cigarette burns, I walked around your body thinking I couldn't get worse by deceiving myself again, I felt your scars with my hands all night long I found your perfect body now, I discover it under the bright lights of the room that all I saw and felt were not even 10% of the marks that the dog hides...
His back riddled with eyelash marks, a tattoo just below the flesh of his ass, I realize now is an Italian name.
- What it means? – I ran my finger over the tattoo and when I noticed it I cursed myself for never having noticed the cuts on the back of her thigh, the small nail marks, but they were there staining her body.
A clear mark that his body was taken against his will.
“Bitch,” she replied in a whisper.
The dog showed up at my bar as if she had just arrived in town, as if she didn't know New York...
The body parts she hid in the fast, hard sex in the bathroom, in that dark park.
I need to understand her.
"Don't you want to go back because of whoever did this?" - I gritted my teeth knowing I would look for the damned in every corner of the city.
“No, I just can't put my brothers at risk.
I felt the anger returning to consume every part of my mind.
"And my brothers can you put at risk?" - I spoke low in a firm tone, demanding an answer.
I went back in front of her holding her chin trying to find any traces in her eyes and she laughed.
“You won't be able to read me unless I want you to. - Her confidence stoked the urge to fuck her there.
- Who did this to you? – I asked again ignoring his irony.
His eyes seemed to have darkened as much as possible, the blue at the ends of his hair contrasting with the exposed white skin. In that observation I noticed a small word carved near her collarbone, in a thin cut like the one between her breasts, it took me a while to understand. As I did, I ran my fingers lightly over the same name that was etched into the flesh of her ass, marking another part of her body.
Her sigh finally proved that she wasn't the only one there, she wanted me and as much as I did everything not to show it, I discovered that if I touched her body she would be with me.
I raised my right hand over the scarred bone, passing the marks on her neck wanting to understand how such a beautiful body went through this, realizing at the same time that whoever tried to take away her beauty, couldn't. The bitch is Venus herself and not even the copy that is her sister can imitate the fire she has.
I placed my hand over her cheek in a slow caress, watching her eyes close and the mask fall between the two of us. I reached the back of his neck feeling the desire to corrupt the urge to rip the truth out of his mouth, with the other hand I pulled his body up to the perfect height, without wasting time his legs closed around my waist.
I brought our faces closer and with my eyes fixed on his, I released a truth.
“I want to kill whoever did this to you.” She licked her lips.
As if telling a secret, he whispered.
- You can't - The dark smile plastered on his face didn't erase my lust
It seems like everything bad about her completes the animal inside me.
- Because? - I whispered in his ear the same tone of secrecy.
I felt his head leaning against mine, and his wicked tongue flicking around the corner of my ear, making the bulk in my pants ache against the zipper.
“Because I already killed him.” And as small as she was, her body felt fragile when I met her eyes I knew it was the truth.
That she had finally given me a truth of her own, and as sickening as it was to hear that only increased my desire for the bitch.
“Say it again.” I spoke in an order.
- I. Killed. He – Each of the three little words went right down to my dick.
I advanced over her mouth taking my hand from the back of her neck and started to undo the knot on the hook without releasing her hands, when I finished she put her arms around my shoulders. I threw her on top of the sofa in the corner of the room that was improvised as a torture room just for her.
I took her arms from my shoulders, seeing her hands tied by the rope without an ounce of guilt for the marks that would be there, those would be my marks on her body.
Pleasure marks.