Chapter 138: All Night

Trina's POV

“I feel so bad. It hurts to even exist right now. I feel terrible.” If only I had known. I felt really terrible.

‘No, you were in your right to be angry and act out. I should have just come clean earlier.”

I nodded in agreement, then I remembered to ask something.

“Did Nico know?” I swear I'll kill him.

“Yes. He assisted me a lot when I went crazy. He didn't know initially, but I reached out faster.”

“Oh. Okay. I guess I won't be mad at him. I understand.”

“What about me?” He looked so meek when he asked, I honestly felt worse than the devil at that moment.

“I'm not mad at you anymore, like at all. I guess I never was, I just needed to know the truth and see what happens.”

“So? Will you still break up? I fought hard to embarrass myself like this so please consider not leaving me.” He sat calm and collected but desperation was written all over his voice and features.

I stood up and rounded the table, urging him to get up. When he did, I wrapped my arms around him for a nice hug. I hugged him again, pulled away, hugged him again and pulled away. I was weirdly obsessed. He had gone through so much, just to be better for me.

“Aww, Giovanni.”

“I'm really sorry for being an idiot and not simply coming clean.” He kept apologizing.

“Apology accepted. You're forgiven.”

“That warms my heart. So, will you be my real girlfriend again?”

I wasn't expecting that so soon but my excitement was through the roof. Heck yeah?

“Yes. I will. I'd love to.” I nodded my head and tried to remain calm like this wasn't the happiest night of my life. I guess I wasn't losing this man after all. No more break up situations.

“I love you.” He said against my face, holding me tightly, so I repeated because I really did. Even in the midst of my anger before now, I was still hopelessly in love with him.

“I love you too.”

He smiled and we started heading down to leave.

“Are we going to get my bag now?”

“No, I already had them bought. Now I'll tell them to send everything I got you to your place.”

My face lit up. He really got them. I let it go like he would want.

“So where are we going now?”

“I'm taking you home of course. Where else?”

Wow. I thought we would be pulling at each other's clothes by now.

That's…crazy.

“My place? Why?” It actually shocked me.

“I don't understand you. We didn't make any extra plans.”

“Yeah but–”

“But what? You want me to fuck you?”

“I mean…” So he knew. Asshole. He had been all over me for weeks. Now that he can touch me he's not eager to?

“So you don't want me to take you home then.”

“No.”

Where do you want to go?” Is he crazy?

“To your place?”

“To do what?” Whatever. I'll ask for what I want. Time I'm going to use to get fucked, I can't waste it with mind games.

“To let you have your way with me of course. I've been wanting it.”

He nodded his head like he was thinking about it.

“And if we had broken up, who could've touched you?”

“I don't know, maybe I would've found a way to survive. I would've looked for a couple guys and put them on rotation until I got over you?”

He grinned, but it was bitter. He hated that idea with his soul.

“You mean you would've turned me into a timely serial killer.”

We were right in the car, set to leave to God knows where now.

“I would've killed all your women back once I clocked it anyway.”

I watched his lips curled up in a smile like he was proud of me. It warmed my soul.

“I guess it's better we are together, without all the bloodshed and all.”

“I agree.” The driver drove off, so I rested my head on his shoulders.

“So, where are we going now?”

“My place or yours?” Absolutely not mine. Not tonight.

“I don't want you in my room. I've made that very clear. At least not tonight.”

“I want you in mine. Mess it up. My bed especially.”

Calling me disorganized. I snapped.

“Shut up, Vanni.”

“Come shut me up.”

“Is that an invitation?”

He suddenly grabbed my hand, placing it on his pants, rubbing it across his cock. It was so hard, almost breakable.

“What do you think?”

I straddled the man so fast, throwing my dress over my head. I loved being naked with him. I loved the way he loved and appreciated my body.

There was never a hesitation problem with him. Last I remembered, I used to stay naked with him back then anytime we were together.

So fast, I brought my lips to his, wrapped my arms around his neck, and he sucked my mouth into his immediately. He ran his hands through my naked back, pressing my pointy breasts against his.

“Sexy little witch. So fucking sexy.” He groaned, losing control. He dragged my tongue out and sucked heavily. He licked all over my mouth and face, my whole body. He went ballistic, no mercy. He touched me like he had been dying to for three solid years.

“No matter how much I touch you I can't get enough, it always feels like the first. You're the most delicious woman.”

This. I lived for the compliments whenever he touched me like this. My smile was wide, my face was red and wet, full of saliva.

I kept myself busy, pinching his nipples through his clothes. It seemed to make him feel really good.

“When I handle you, you'll hate yourself.”

“I look forward to not being self absorbed for the first time in my life, actually.” He chuckled, dark before he pushed me backwards a bit.

He licked down my chest, in between while I arched, throwing my head back, moaning my lungs out because the wet glide of his tongue was better than anything else in this world.

He latched onto a nipple, played with it, made it so erect and painful before he placed it in between his teeth and pulled.

I let out a soft delicious cry, shutting my eyes for a moment to let it sink in. I'm so fucked because I want more.

“It hurts…” I breathed softly.

Then he sucked softly for a second before suddenly pulling at it again. He did that repeatedly. He made me a soaked mess, I had stained his pants.

After a while, I was lifted out of the car. We had gotten to his mansion. I was naked, but it was dark out, so he covered me as much as he could with my dress and ran up the stairs with me as if I was weightless.

He dropped me softly on his bed, and I was dying of impatience when he dropped me and was taking off his clothes ever so calmly as if he was just trying to piss me off.

“Get over here and stop wasting my time!” I eventually screamed at him, earning me a lighter laughter from him.

Soon he climbed on top of me, the both of us completely naked, hot for each other. He instantly locked palms with mine spread over my head at both sides.

He was looking right down at me, breathing hard. I wanted him to injure me and make me cry.

He reached for my lips and pressed his to mine again, and we moved slowly as he also slowly lowered and pressed himself on top of me, right into the bed, pinning me down. I just knew my lips hated me and they were swollen.

He whispered into my ears, biting and nibbling on my earlobe.

“All night, baby. All night.”