Mafia's Curves novel Chapter 20

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.

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.