Violet's POV:

And suddenly I don't know what to say.

He doesn't seem to care about it, so whatever.

He doesn't try to explain himself, he doesn't say sorry. He doesn't say anything.

And it's only now, that I realise we were both wrong in different ways about what we did.

Because he thought he could fool me with that stripper, and I gave him what he wanted.

He gave up on us.

Couples fight, it's a normal fact. Sometimes one of the two could give up, but as long as the other one doesn't give up at the same time, the relationship is alive.

And that night we both gave up.

"Why are you here?" His voice interrupts my thoughts.

When I turn to look at him, his eyes are already fixed on mine.

I forgot about those blue eyes.

"I was invited." I say, now focusing my gaze on the view in front of us. He's still staring at me.

"I meant. Why are you here?" I can see his hand motioning the balcony. Oh.

"Just needed a little fresh air." I smile at myself. It was so stupid of me to think that the Devil still had feelings for me.

"Well," I push myself off the railing "I got what I wanted." I turn towards the glass door and reach the knob.

"Stay." He mumbles but I hear him.

My hand loosens around the knob and I turn back to him.

He runs a hand through his hair before looking at me.

His look killed me.

"You can't do this." I frown and he sighs.

"I know. Stay." He repeats, almost with a pleading look. His tone calm.

"Do you have any idea of what I've been through? It's been four months, you sick cold hearted bastard!" I begin to scream at him, yet he remained calm.

"I'm sorry." He looks down at his feet.

You are?

"I don't know that." I say, growing annoyed.

"I was worried about you, okay? I didn't know what to do so I let another woman touch me!" He's the one screaming now.

"Oh so another woman touching you was going to save me from guns, knives and Mafia people?" I shout back, stepping closer to him.

"No, but that would make you hate me, then you would leave me and live a happy and normal fucking life!" He towers over me, I remain unfazed by his screaming.

"I didn't ask you to give me a normal fucking life!" I look up at him with anger.

"You didn't ask to be in the fucking Mafia either!" I'm pretty sure everyone was hearing us, even through the music.

"Yeah, but guess what? I fell in love with a fucking Mafia Boss! Sorry, next time I'll ask my heart not to fall for you again!" I turn away from him and rub my forehead.

"Ti amo più di ogni altra cosa. Ti amo più di quanto Odisseo abbia mai amato Penelope. Qui, e sulla cazzo di luna. Ti amo." He speaks in his language, and obviously I don't understand a single word.

("I love you more than anything else. I love you more than Odysseus could ever love Penelope. Here, and on the fucking moon. I love you.")

I sigh and reach the glass door again, but his voice stops me again.

"Stay." His tone is calm again.

"Give me a reason to!" I turn towards him, almost shouting.

"I love you." He doesn't hesitate and looks down at me.

I needed those three words.

"But people around me die. They all get hurt. And I can't afford losing you. Not you." His tone is desperate, it hurts me.

"It didn't take me four months without you to realise how in love I am with you. I already knew the moment I met you." He pushes his back against the railing.

"I don't want to be away from you." I finally speak, feeling tears in my eyes.

"It feels good to be alive when I'm with you, it feels like I'm living and not just surviving." I step closer to him.

When I'm only a few inches away from him, he cups my face with his hands and wipes the tears at the corner of my eyes with his thumb.

"Please don't push me away. Nothing will happen to me." I manage to say and he bites his lip.

He softly kisses my lips and smiles against them.

"Still tastes like mine."

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During the meeting we all laughed and drank. I sat beside Blake and he rested his hand on my thigh, giving it a squeeze when he wanted.

Now, I'm driving to my home with Blake in the passenger seat.

As the light of the stoplight turns red, I stop the car and wait.

I can feel him staring at me, and he doesn't even try to hide it.

"Stop staring." I say quickly glancing at him before looking back at the stoplight.

Turn green please.

"What if I don't?" His deep voice whispers, I could hear the smirk.

The light turns green and I drive off, chuckling to myself.

"Pull over." He demands and I don't question him, pulling over on the side of the road.

"Is something wrong?" I ask turning the car off. He isn't drunk, so what's the matter now?

When I turn to look at him, I can feel the lust in his eyes.

"Just, come here a second." He says slightly opening his arms, I sigh to myself before climbing over the seat and resting on his lap.

One of his hands wraps around my waist while the other grabs my hand.

"You asked what's wrong?" He says, not needing a response.

"You can make this" He guides my hand to his chest, where I can feel his heart beating fast.

"But also this." He says, putting my hand onto the fabric of his pants, just where I can feel how hard he is.

I smirk leaning against his ear "Guess I have superpowers."

He instantly grabs my neck, not hard enough to choke me but still, his grip is tight.

"Careful sweetheart, you're playing with the villain." He rasps against my ear, making me wetter than I knew I was.

"Who said I was a hero?" I manage to say and he smashes his lips against mine, giving the both of us what we wanted.

As we make out, I feel his hand travel from my thigh, where the cut of the dress was bigger, to my throbbing pussy.

He pushes a finger in and starts making circles, making me moan into his mouth.

"It's been so hard to not be able to touch you." He says pushing his tongue in, exploring my whole mouth.

"To kiss you." He pushes a second finger in.

I feel the orgasm building in my stomach as I moan louder.

"To fuck you." He speaks again as I come onto his hand.

He wipes my liquid with his fingers before bringing them one by one to his mouth, licking the liquid off.

I have a desperate need of giving him head right now.

I look at the bulge on his pants. He follows my gaze and smirks.

"Do you want me to fill you up with something bigger than my finger?" He asks and I shake my head no, smiling.

I climb off his lap and reach my seat. He watches me with a confused look.

"Backseat. Come on." I say with a smirk and he follows my demand.

I watch as he sits in the middle sit, and I finally climb over, positioning myself between his legs.

I carefully sit on my knees, the space it's perfect.

I look up at him as I undo his belt and he lets out a shaky breath.

I pull down his pants and take his dick out of his boxers.

I lick the tip, teasing him.

He curses under his breath before I take him in my mouth, stroking with my hands the part that doesn't fit in.

I start sucking him off, massaging his balls and he moans, making me wet again.

He grabs my hair into his hand and takes control.

With every moan he makes, I grow wetter. I never knew I'd love the sound of his moans so much.

After he thrusts deep into my mouth repeatedly, he comes and I swallow it all.

I wipe my mouth with my finger before licking the cum off of it.

He grabs me and pulls me onto his lap, before kissing me.

"You did so good baby." I praise him and he slaps my ass, hard.

"Don't forget who's in charge here baby." He gives my ass, which is probably red now, while sliding his tongue in my mouth.

"We both know I am." I laugh and he shakes his head, smiling.

"Let's go home now, I want to sleep." I climb off his lap and reach my seat, he does the same.

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