Mafia’s Curves

FALLON’S POV

He sucked harshly on my skin leaving huge hickies as he reached lower and lower, I couldn’t help but throw my head back and moan his name. He brought both of my breast from my bra and sucked on them, I whimpered as he tugged my nipples savagely, “oh Hade!” I purred cradling him closer. I remember calling him Hade in the past and that use to make him to go barbaric on me, just the way I liked… still do.

A growled vibrated from his chest, it still does to him too. He pushed one of his hands down my pants while his mouth was busy sucking the hell out of my poor nipple and the other hand squeezed my other breast. The cool breeze from out side hit my warm skin making me arch my back and pushing my breast further into him. He pulled his face back and looked at the work his did on me, a cynical smile made its way on his lips, “beautiful, now everyone will know” he said and went back on sucking the life out of me.

He played with my wet folds, running his knuckles up and down then tugging my clit. My knees were shaking, not being able to handle the pleasure he was giving me. I leaned in for his support, “So fucking responsive” he murmured with a groan against my nipple and went back to slurping it. I whimpered against his neck as he thrusted his three large digits into me. My eyes rolled back as he began to thrust like a madman, not even after a second he added the fourth finger, “you’re still very tight” he said from his clenched teeth.

“Didn’t you say you used to sleep around?” He asked and he thrusted faster and faster. That harsh statement brought me out of my daze. I looked at him in bewilderment, I harshly shoved him off me. He looked at me with furrowed brows, “what’s wrong babe?” He asked.

Tears threatening to spill out my my eyes as my exposed chest heaved up and down. I walked to him, “I am not your cheep whore!” I said standing tall and proud in front of him. His face morphed into confusion even further. He tried to get closer to me by bring his hands to my side, “what are you talking about, love?” He spoke softly. I shuddered at the cool breeze still hitting my naked self… or him calling me love, I don’t know.

“Baby talk to me, what happened? We were just enjoying ourselves just a moments ago” he said. Is that doofus that stupid? I just shook my head and walked to my room.

“Are you bipolar or what? Just a minute ago you were submitting to be like a good little slut and now you’re behaving like a stuck up bitch?” I whipped myself to face him, look who is talking. I marched to him, “what did you say? You pig?” I slapped him as soon as I reached him. His head whipped to the side due to the powerful slap.

“You good for nothing twat!” I screamed at him and punched him in the stomach, he bend down holding his stomach when I kicked him in the balls.

“Get your head out of your ass! the only reason why bitches fuck you and guys are around you is because of your money!” I said as he rolled on the floor holding his balls, groaning in pain.

“Look yourself in the mirror, you’re nothing but a spoiled narcissistic brat with no personality or character! your money is the only attractive thing about you! Nobody really want you!” I spat at him in disgust. I regretted it the instant his teary eyes met mine, they didn’t held any pain I have give him physically but betrayal. For the first time, I saw the vulnerable side of him and it didn’t sit well with me.

I jogged back to my room and shut the door. I slid down against the door and cried, I brought my knees to my chest and hugged myself, trying to comfort myself. This is not me, I am not a vengeful person and definately not a person who’d ever bring any kind of sadness to someone.Content is property of NôvelDrama.Org.

I am sensitive, no matter how hard I try to be a bitch. I am empathetic to people and their emotions, the fact that I brought someone down by my words, is appalling. Even if that someone is Hayden, the man who broke my heart and the man I’d die for in a heart beat because no matter what this fucking sensitive heart of mine still loves him.

I heard breaking of things in the hall ways, I just sat there listening to the destruction he was causing. Something hit the wall next to my bedroom door with such a loud crash that the wall vibrated with force.

I stood up and went to the bathroom, if he wants to go all caveman let him go. How many times will I save him? He needs to learn how to control himself.

I looked in the mirror and cringed. My entire chest is filled with hickies not a single place is left my entire boobs are covered with them. My hair going in all sort of directions and my eyes were red because of crying. I shook my head, not wanting to think about him even for a moment.

I went to bed after taking a good shower.

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I woke up to the sound of loud knocking, I groggily went to open the door. Matthew stood there looking worried, when he saw me he sighed out in relief.

“Thank god you’re okay” he said with a slump.

I furrowed my brows, “what’s going on?” I said in a sleepy voice. He rose a brow, “you slept all the way through the shit?” He said and moved out of the way. My sleep vanished into thin air as I took the horrible scene before me.

The entire hallway has been turned upside down. The pictures that were once hanging on the wall were all scattered, there were glasses in the wall. The tables has been broken, one of which is hanging half way through the window. The door to a room has been ripped and smashed near the wall beside my door. One of the door is hanging off the hinges. It a total and utter disaster. I stood in the middle of the hallway, wide eyed, slightly scared and turned on, my heart racing thousand beat per second.

“Where is he?” I ask without looking away from the scene. There were maids who were cleaning it up. I know it’s his fault that he made this mess but I cannot help but feel guilty for turning the spark into a forest fire.

“In his office, hasn’t come out since the morning” he said

“Morning? What time is it?” I ask turning to face him

“It’s 10 in the morning. You’ve been sleeping like a baby while he was busy renovating this” he said sarcastically, I rolled my eyes and went back to my room after taking one last glance at the place.

Matthew must have followed me in, “so how far are you with the investigation?” I ask as I went to the closet.

“Not as far as I thought” he said in the low murmur. I just hummed, I am forgetting something. I told my self, “you get out I need to shower” I told him

He gave me a smirk, “want me to join you? I would love to have your wet bo–” I thew a pillow at his face. I scrunched my face in fake disgust, “perv! Get out” I said as he chuckled, “whatever your loss” he said and walked out with a smile. I chuckled and went to shower.

Throughout the shower i couldn’t help but wonder what is it that i’m forgetting. I got dressed in a black v neck t-shirt and a mustard flowly short pants, thanks to that caveman that I have hickies decorating my chest and neck. I applied foundation to cover up the exposed area, While brushing my hair I remembered. I should have guessed but I can be wrong, gosh I was told not to discuss this matter with any soul.

I went to his office, biting my lower lip. I went inside without knocking, I knew he wouldn’t let me come in if I had knocked.

He was talking on the phone when I entered, he looked up at me. His eyes soften but that was gone as fast as it came and was replaced by his famous stoic look. I mouthed ‘important’ to him and sat on the chair infront of the table. He totally ignored me and continued speaking in foreign language.

I took a look at him, really look at him. He seem to have aged since last night, he had dark circles under his eyes, disheveled hair and a tired look on his face. I blamed myself for his condition, I know he is a difficult person to handle but saying all those things weren’t right either. Two wrongs don’t make a right.

And even in this state, I dare say that even after that he made my heart skip a beat then flutter like a butterfly’s wings.

Three buttons to his white shirt was undone showing his chiselled chest, I bit my lips unconsciously. I felt myself growing wet down south, as he was breathing and his chest moving up and down. His shirt tightened and showed exactly how muscular he was, his Adams apple bobbing up and down his long neck. His jaw muscle was moving as he went on talking, I licked my lips as if they have been dry for years, his soft pink lips. Oh god I love those lips, especially when they used to morph into a smile, the billion dollar smile. My eyes trailed up, his slightly crocked nose that I loved to kiss when he used to be angry. I smiled at the memory. Then I used to bite his cheeks, not exactly thought because he didn’t had and flesh there.

I remember him being annoyed once but when he looked at my pouty face he laughed and kissed my cheeks, calling me his innocent dandelion. I loved this man so much…. only if he wouldn’t have said those things to me…. only if he would have apologized once. I would have forgiven him and accepted him with open arms.

“FALLON!!” I jumped at his voice and looked at his annoyed face, “I have been calling you for a minute now!!” He said in annoyance.

“What do you want? Didn’t anyone told you not to fucking come in?” He snarled at me. I just brushed him off, “you asked me yesterday that if someone had die in my hands this past month…” That got his attention

“Well… a week before that note thingy… I was in the night duty when a patient came in the emergency. It was a uncertain case, he had been hit with a heavy object at the back of his head…..”

After a small pause I continued, “but I swear, I did save him. There was a internal hemorrhage but nothing too severe but when I came back to check on him after half and hour he was dead… There were three people that brought him in and stayed till the very end, all three said they were his brothers.” I told him, he looked deep in thoughts

“Do you remember his face or his brothers?” I shook my head

“I meet a lot of people in the hospital, I don’t remember everyone” I said and leaned into the table.

“Do you at least remember his name or anything?” He asked rubbing the bridge of his nose with index finger and thumb.

“That’s the shady part! My boss came to my office in no time after that patient arrived and asked me do to the best to save him; also ordered me not to let anyone know about this case. I wasn’t even given his name or any details, even the brothers refuses to tell me their name. But when my boss pushed me not to pursue them then I kept my mouth shut and no later I forgot about the whole incident” he look very much on the edge hearing all of this.

“If your boss didn’t want you to know their identity, it means he already knew their identity and didn’t want you to find out..” he concluded looking in a distance

“You can say that, because he was practically shitting his pants. They might have been very influential people” I added. We sat there in silence, all the anger and hate were long forgotten.

“The only way to know his identity is to deliberately take it!” He said standing up and walked out of his office leaving me in confusion.