Entangled With The Mafia Lord

We showered quickly and shared a few kisses back and forth before existing the bathroom and stepping back into the room, I dug out new sheets from the closet and stripped the old one off which reeked of sex and sweat before spreading the new one on the bed. I fisted the old sheets and turned back around to find Aria combing her wet, curly hair with a small comb.

Her eyes caught the sheets in my hands and I watched as color flooded her cheeks in embarrassment. I chuckled at her shy expression and watched as she faced her back to me in embarrassment. About thirty minutes ago, she was literally moaning and groaning in intense throes of pleasure, who could have thought she could also be cute and shy on some days.

I dropped the dirty sheets beside the bed and grabbed the comb from her fingers before proceeding to run it through her curls until her hair laid in small curls down her back. I inserted the handle of the comb into my hair before braiding her hair until it laid in a single line between her back.

Aria faced me once I was done and turned around, smiling up at me while her hand went around to touch the braid. “I can’t braid my hair to save myself, thank you.”

“I’ve been braiding Nicole and Nicolas hair since they were little since they both had long hair from little, Nicole hair just grew quite longer while Nicolas’s stopped around his shoulders.” I replied to her as I picked out the comb from my hair and quickly ran it through my hair before placing it on the bedside table.

Aria’s fingers slithered up my chest before resting on my cheeks as she muttered quietly, “You’re such a great big brother to your siblings.”

I shrugged my shoulders, “Not really, I try.”

“I see how much you care about all of them, even Daven.” She continued, her thumb moving in small circles on my jaw.

“Daven’s family too.”

“Let’s go eat something downstairs, I’m hungry.” Aria withdrew her fingers from my cheeks and took two steps backwards while stretching a little. I watched as her large top rode up her creamy thighs a little to reveal the cotton shorts underneath it.

“But it’s some minutes after two am in the morning,” I said to her as I glanced around the room for my phone.

“But I’m hungry and you’ve worn me out with your horse like dick.” She whined as she picked up her phone from the bedside table and tapped it open.

“My dick isn’t horselike, and you enjoyed it quite well.” I chuckled a little as I fished out a new shirt from the clothes we ordered yesterday’s morning and slipped it over my sweatpants.

“Yeap, I did.” She replied while licking her lips and eyeing my whole body from the space beside her phone. I rolled my eyes and headed towards the door after slipping my phone into my pocket, “Let’s go find something to munch on then.”

She dropped the phone back on the table and winced a little when she took a step forward. She glared at me as she limped a little while trying hard not to wince.

“I hate your dick so much right now.” She muttered beneath her breath as she walked past me and I couldn’t help myself as I bursted out laughing. I closed the door quietly behind me and pulled her until her back was touching my chest.

“I love using my dick on you, and your little limp is funny and cute and hot at the same time.” I muttered into her ear and chuckled when she shrugged my arms off her shoulders before turning around and scowling into my chuckling face. “You’re getting off on me wincing in pain right now.”

“I mean, a little.” I agreed just to get her ruffled up again, and partly because it was hot.

“You’re sick.” She muttered as she ascended the stairs backwardly with a small smile playing across her mouth.

“Don’t go falling off the stairs now, with your limp and all.” I called out to her but she only flipped me the bird before finally turning around and heading into the kitchen.

“Ow, my ass hurts.” She complained while shooting me a glare as she sank onto the high chair around the counter with some chips and a part of the leftover chicken positioned before her.

“I’m sorry.” I called out as I popped open a beer and took a long swig.

“You’re not.” She threw back while munching on a chip and I snickered back in reply, she’s starting to know me oh so well.

“How are you able to stomach all that and still remain so tiny?” I asked as I hopped on the seat beside hers and popped a chip off her plate into my mouth. She glared at me for stealing a chip before shrugging her shoulders a little. “I guess it’s because my mum was as tiny as I am now when I was growing up, it’s a lineage thing. And besides, food doesn’t make someone grow taller, dummy.”This content © Nôv/elDr(a)m/a.Org.

“Your height is really cute.” I supplied as I threw another of her chips into my mouth and grinned when she shot me a glare before scoffing and replying almost immediately, “It’s not cute, it’s annoying, and embarrassing. I mean, have you seen tall women? Have you really looked at them? Their long legs are just so sexy, and if they had my not too big and not too small hips, they’re good to walk any runway.”

“I’ve seen quite a lot of tall women, I’d still pick a short person though, take for example, you.” I took another swig of my beer and chuckled when she rolled her eyes.

“Way to make me feel special.”

“You are special, obviously.” I replied as I stole another chip off her plate and she didn’t glare at me this time since she was still absorbing what I just said.

“Because I’m still alive, right?” She asked quietly and I shrugged my shoulders while combing my dried hair which has started flying around, away from my face.

“That, amongst other things.” I answered honestly. If she wasn’t that important, I’d never have taken her with me to the safe house, she wouldn’t even still be alive after that day in the office when we got ambushed by some men in black.

“Hm, I guess this is the part where I’m supposed to thank you for sparing my life, right?” She asked while chewing a piece of chicken slowly.