Chapter 42

"He was just... We just talked." I said almost tiredly. I honestly didn’t want to fight him but his demeanor right now is making me pissed. He crossed his arms as he assessed me. "That’s what you said when your brother caught us lip locking." He bursted. I glared at him. "We were talking, Stefano. Can you just be not angry for once?" I exclaimed exasperatedly. He walked towards me and glared down at me even more. "No, cause you two are supposed to be over. And now I saw you hugging that bastard. Don’t **** with me, White. You don’t want to see me destroy someone." I stood abruptly challenging him. "Think whatever you like, Stefano. I’m tired of you always breathing down my neck." I grabbed the other things I haven’t put inside the bag and continued to pack. He suddenly grabbed my arm and roughly turned me to him. "Why can’t you just tell me the truth? If you’re with him, then I’ll fucking back off. I don’t need a woman who cheats. It’s not worth it." He spat. I shook my arm from his tight grasp. It was so rough that I almost thought I dislocated it. "Oh, good. Now I get to rid two men who’s causing problems to my brain and my life. You can back off now. Scram." I flicked my wrist and shoo him away. I turned around again and continued packing. "I honestly don’t want to be stressed out with something as your petty mood." I suddenly feel a body pressed against my back. His chest was pressed against me with no space left to breath. I could feel his loud heartbeat. It connected to mine like an electricity. His hands rested on the bed in each of my sides. His breath tickled my ear. A shiver ran down on every nerve of my body. My blush fighting its way out. "You don’t get it do you." His whispered softly. My heart beat increased overtaking his. "You are so clueless, amore mio." He breathed my scent. His Italian accent had somehow surfaced. "Tell me the truth, Avery. I don’t want to lose you... even if I have to dirty my hands. Oh. I will so much for you." His right hand crawled towards my hair. He pulled it back exposing my neck. He kissed it running his lips painstakingly slow making every cell and every nerve in my body ignite. I turned around and looked at him. Our bodies still pressed against each other. I was pushed against the bed with no where to escape. Either way, I wasn’t really planning on it. I looked straight at his eyes. His rage and scowl all gone and replaced with desire, longing and lust. His eyes were burning for me and it wasn’t madness. It’s what he really felt all along for me. He dipped his head down. His lips reached for mine. We started it slow enjoying how our lips dance with each other. Stefano’s desire took over which made our kiss rough and intense. He slid his tongue invading the insides of my mouth. His kisses were always like no other. It something that my lips and my mouth will know forever. My body was the same. It wants only him. I pulled away first feeling literally out of breath. My head leaned on his chest. I inhaled his scent that I grew to love and accustomed with. It was what I want to smell everyday for the rest of my life. "Why do you have to kiss me like that?" I voiced breathless. He then pulled away from me. His both hands grasped my shoulders. He was narrowing his eyes at me as he leaned his head down and levelled it to mine. "Now tell me." I rolled my eyes. "We really just talked." He withdrew his hands and crossed his arms as he stared down at me. I did the same but I stared up at him due to major height differences. "You know you should be happy you got one less rival." He then smirked as he understood what I meant but then he suddenly frowned. "What do you mean by one less rival?" I groaned in frustration. "Come here." As I beckoned him to lean down. He did. I grabbed his neck and pulled him closer. I smashed my lips to his. He responded so well without hesitation. I found it funny that a kiss could control his emotions. His hands then reached to my waist but I stopped. He frowned in frustration. He was curious why I suddenly stopped. "You need to stop being all moody and pissy-" hmnf. " He kissed me again. I could feel a faint smile on his lips. He was probably happy that he just shut me up with his sinful lips. ****. We continued kissing. The kiss went deeper and deeper that we forgot where we were. There were no space left between us. All were occupied with parts of our bodies. I could feel the warmth of his chest to mine. My fingers brushed to his already messy hair. His hand that was on my waist urged me to get even impossibly closer to him. His other warm hand cupped so sexily in my neck. **** it felt so great. We were out of breaths but we tried to steal oxygen as much as we could just so we could prolong the kiss. Stefano leaned to me even more. His leg moved closer towards me which made me lose my balance and fell on the bed however we broke apart from the kiss. He hovered above me. Hands on each side of my head. His other leg was now kneeling on the at the side of my waist. The other was still on the floor. We were both panting and staring at each other with burning passion. Our eyes mirrored each others desire. His lips then move as he leaned towards me again. My hands travelled to his chest and biceps. His lips now an inch to mine. "If you even think about telling me that you guys were just talking..." Stefano and I broke apart abruptly. He pulled away from me and stood awkwardly straight while clearing his throat and coughing. I sat up slowly not eager to see his reaction. The red on my skin now so evident from embarrassment and all the make out session we had.