She closed her eyes.
"Don't close your eyes, baby girl. I want you to watch me fucking your cunt," Elio demanded.
Savannah followed his instructions.
He crashed his lips against hers roughly, biting the lower one. A drip of blood lingered between them until he licked it away.
"Are you okay?" he asked, reprimanding himself for losing self-control. He still hadn’t gone all the way but it was rougher than he’d intended in the first place.
His hand released her throat.
"Perfect," she assured him, completely ignoring the pain that was now just a slight inconvenience at best. "How come it went away so quickly?"
The question felt stupid. But whenever she’d heard or read about sex, everyone made it seem like the first time was the worst thing they had ever had to endure when in fact she’d only been uncomfortable for a few minutes before pleasure had kicked in. But asking this made her even more insecure. She was certain that no girl had broached the subject with Elio in a moment like this. If ever.
”The pain,” she added.
"It depends on the person rather than a rule. From what I know some women don't even feel pain in the first place," he explained, unfazed that she’d asked that so innocently.
Then he slammed into her hard, shutting her senses altogether. She tugged at his hair, making him groan in her mouth.
"You're so beautiful."
With those words she felt herself let go, which was shortly followed by a warm spread inside her pussy, indicating that Elio had done the same. He slowly slid out of her and took off the condom. It was slightly covered in blood. He kissed her before getting up to throw it into the trash.
Savannah watched him carefully as she rolled on her side and hugged the sheets to her chest, one leg above the cover. She looked tired but the small smile on her face assured Elio that she didn't regret what happened.
Thank fuck.
His eyes landed on the red stain in the middle. It was like a cold realization of what they’d done. Both satisfaction and guilt worked their way up to his head. He wanted to keep what he and Savannah had. Whatever it was.
But no promises were made beyond what he could offer at that point. He just wished that someday it would change for more.
The girl followed his eyes, blushing as she saw the blood. "Sorry."
Elio frowned at the apology. "What are you sorry for?"
She hid her face in her hands. "Bleeding."
Now he really felt like an asshole. With the way she surprised him time and time again, he kept on forgetting that innocence still lingered within her. Corrupting her might be easy but it was a long process. And this was only the beginning.
He shook his head, then put on his shorts before leaving the bedroom. He stopped at the end of the corridor by Aiden's door. There were no sounds which made him think that the boy hadn’t heard anything and was still sleeping. At least he hoped that was the case. He hated him as it was and giving him another reason for it was the last thing he wanted.
With a deep sigh, he went into the bathroom and grabbed a towel, wetting it a little. He then returned to Savannah, handing her the cloth. He kneeled next to her, watching as she wiped the remaining blood off her thighs and pussy.
"Don't ever apologize for anything, Savannah. Especially not something like this."
He pleaded. He tucked away her hair behind her ears and placed a soft kiss on her forehead.
A soft fucking kiss.
"Are you mad that it wasn't what you are used to?"
His eyebrow rose. "How do you know I'm not used to that?"
"By the possessive gestures you’ve had since the club. You like dominating and I can only assume that was the gentlest you’ve ever been," she admitted.
"You like me taking control," he said. "But going all in would never be something I could do with a virgin. Partially because you were the first and only virgin I actually gave two fucks about."
Her expression turned into utter shock.
"I told you I want to be good to you," he added before dragging her body to him as they lied on the bed. It was late and the girl had an early shift just as he had a meeting in the morning. Furthermore, there was no need to dwell on this longer.
Elio preferred action, anyway.
Chapter Thirty-One
Sneaking out of the house wasn't ideal, however, his brother hadn’t stopped calling for the last two hours. And as much as Elio loved to ignore Fabro, he couldn't help but think that something had happened. So at five in the morning, he got up, quickly got dressed and left Savannah's place before she woke up in half an hour.
He texted him to ask where he was before he headed towards his car. Whatever happened, he didn't feel like talking on the phone. It was rather irritating and he usually either messaged someone or met face to face.
"I'm closer than you think," he heard and immediately stopped in his tracks. A heatwave went through his body realizing how screwed he was. And what was worse - Savannah.
He glanced at the doors to her apartment.
"You fucked up big time, brother," said Fabro, chuckling. "Unless you want to try another excuse as to why the waitress actually told you about Hunter and his side deal?"
There was no way he could keep up his lie anymore. Yes, Savannah had told him partially because she was scared of the consequences. But mostly the ones that would befall her brother. That their relationship had evolved to something more had nothing to do with that.
But Fabro wouldn't give a fuck. His endgame was to expose him even though whatever Father had was his. Or at least all of it would be once the man retired.
Or preferably dropped dead.
"I wouldn't waste my time on that."
He finally turned towards
