"Fuck," Elio breathed out quietly, stepping up to block the man's view of Savannah. "Coluccio," he added, nodding his head.
"What are you doing here? I wasn’t expecting you anytime soon."
"It was a spur of the moment decision. You're working today?"
The man nodded. "Of course, these events are the most popular. Especially since we're operating five different rooms today. Many things to take care of as you are well aware." He looked at Savannah. "And who's your friend?"
"She's—" he started saying just as the girl circled him, extending her hand.
"I'm Savannah," she introduced herself.
Coluccio smiled at her and kissed her hand. "It's really nice to meet you, Savannah. Have you been here before?"
She was quick to negate.
"What room do you intend to go into?"
"Room?"
Elio cleared his throat, uncomfortable that the girl was talking to the man as if it were nothing. She must have realized that he was part of the Famiglia. However, she was nervous and tried to cover it up by excessively talking.
"Sì. Today we have a Dom and Sub one, BDSM, Group sex, Voyeur and Orgasm control."
A heatwave hit Savannah like a ton of bricks. Her throat clogged up and she could barely breathe. Her anger towards Elio mounted with each passing second. At this point, it was hard to pretend that this place didn't bother her. Up until recently, she hadn't even been in any shape or form intimate with a man. Being twenty wasn't determinant for the experience level. Elio knew that. She might have never admitted it but her actions were enough to let him know.
The men exchanged a few more words, however, she completely detached herself from the conversation. Lost in her own mind. Should she have been more upfront with Elio? Was that the reason why he took her here? She still wasn't sure what the whole storytelling event was but hearing about the kinks that apparently were separated into their own rooms, she could care less.
If Elio wasn’t holding her wrist tightly, she'd turn around and walk out of here.
"It was nice meeting you, Savannah," said Coluccio, bowing slightly in her direction and disappeared in the crowd.
"Next time keep your mouth shut when someone approaches us," Elio seethed, pushing Savannah to the nearest wall, holding her in an almost painful grip. His eyes darkened, fury shining through.
The roles changed.
She felt her cheeks getting wet, realizing that the few tears that had been swimming in her eyes had finally escaped. At first, it didn't make any difference for Elio, however, as she sobbed he sighed, cupping her chin between his fingers and lifted her head so she could look at him.
She bit her lip painfully, the metallic taste invading her mouth.
"You go through extremes when something isn't going according to your plan, baby girl."
He wiped away the tears, feeling the smooth, silky skin under his fingertips.
"I won't make you do anything that you don't want to. This place is to learn about your own mind and preferences, not necessarily satisfying the urges. However, it depends on people," he explained. "I brought you here so that you can find yours."
Savannah shook her head. "I'm not that girl."
"What girl? An independent one? A girl who knows what is important and what's not? News flash, Savannah. You are."
Her eyes narrowed. She couldn't comprehend what this had to do with anything going on in Ecstasy.
"All that's left is for you to learn what you want from life and from other people. Pleasure is part of that experience. In my world, you are either the pray or the hunter and I want you to become the latter." He was inches from kissing her. A shiver went up her spine as an electric wave almost shut off all her senses. "Because I'm not sure I can stay away from you."
Savannah held her breath before raising her hand and tangling it through his hair at the back of his head. Stepping on her tiptoes she was finally closer to his height. It made it easier to find balance.
She closed her eyes.
Elio took it as an invitation. The girl was still too shy to make a move but he didn't mind. She surely wasn't the dominant type. Not like he was. That's why he smirked before closing the space left between them, pressing his lips against hers, feeling his body loosen and arms sneak around her tiny waist.
He so fucking waited to do that again. The sex dreams weren't enough to smother his real-life fantasies. Savannah's inexperience was doing something to him. Thinking that he was her first woke the most primitive parts of his brain.
It was different than the kiss they'd shared before. It wasn't soft or controlled. Not at all. It was a full-on, open-mouthed, almost sexual kiss. His tongue teasing hers constantly. And he loved it. He loved the way her small body melted into his. The way their lips fitted like two puzzle pieces. The way she relented as he grabbed the end of her ponytail, lightly pulling it down.
They didn't think of the people around them, as they gave in to what should have probably been forbidden. Elio felt himself getting addicted like never before. He’d rarely thought twice about kissing a girl. Let alone one who had nothing to show for as far as her past was concerned.
And it was fucking perfect.
"Get a room," someone said, interrupting them.
Elio knew who the voice belonged to before he even looked that way. He sighed, stepping back a little from the girl, annoyance reaching his eyes before he turned around meeting Flavio's amused face.
"Remembering the rules my ass," he continued, alluding to their earlier conversation through the phone. However, his eyes were on Savannah as she went red from embarrassment.
"What are you doing here?"
Flavio shrugged. "Aren't you going to introduce me to your lady friend first?"
The man was playing with him. Him being younger didn’t amount to him respecting others beyond
