Don's Yearn

“"You thrill me little one. You make every damn principle of mine waver. You do it effortlessly...without even trying. Who are you really Amelia?" I asked, my eyes drinking in her facial features that have had me spell bound since the very first freaking second. She is the safe haven I run to after a day of dealing with blood and guns. "Just the least of your assets. Nothing more than something you own" Amelia said and she turned around to continue the dishes. I could feel her mixed hatred towards me. Her hatred was as alive as her desire. I held her hands and dropped the plate she was holding in the sink. I peeled the wet gloves off her hands before lifting her and placing her atop the counter. "What are you doing Massimo?" Amelia asked. Her voice low, so as to not attract anyone. "I don't seem to own you...you seem to own me" I said as I parted her legs - her gown hiking higher - and I stood in between them. "What do you..." Amelia started but I placed a finger across her lips. "I want you little one and I can't wait anymore" I said, my voice husky with desire and want as I pulled her waist closer to me. "Let me taste you Piccino..." I said. "Then have a taste...just a taste" Amelia said, wrapping her hands around my neck and shocking me to the core. "A taste it is..." I said before my lips came down on hers and my body hummed to how good she felt, smelt and tasted. I wanted her on my bed... I needed her in my life... I yearn.... ********* She was sold as a payment and he treasured her because he knew she was priceless...”