feeling his hand slide underneath my shirt, "My clothes... they stay on," I say in between kisses, grabbing his wrist and sliding it down to where I want him to touch me.

"Is this some kind of kink?" He asks while he unbuckles my belt, and unbuttons my pants.

"No," I say as I worked his pants too, "but we're not going further than this-" the last part came as a hiss, feeling the pleasure of his hand squeezing around me.

"You're very confident," he chuckles as he jerks his hand up making me moan, "but so am I," he says before he leans down to kiss me again.

"You think highly of yourself," I said once our lips parted ways, I slipped my hand inside his boxer briefs and wrapped my hand around him too, giving him a teasing squeeze, seeing him close his eyes and sigh in pleasure boosts my ego, and gives me pleasure as well, "Dream on, Rosario," I whispered in his ear.

He opens his eyes, and they intensely glare at me, his hand moving in sync with mine, I bite my lips, stifling a moan, "do not entice me, Elia," he grits, then he leans down, but this time instead of going for my lips, he goes for my neck, he places a tender kiss there, "I'm a man,..." he says before placing another kiss, then travels upwards and whispers in my ear, "with very little patience," another kiss at the base of my neck but this time I felt a little suction, "for empty words."

I take my hands out of his briefs, to push him back, it was my turn to grit, "no marks."

With his hand still around me, "You're very demanding, Elia," he says as he speeds his hand movement, making my hands that were pushing him away from me tremble, I drop my right hand from his chest, then I bring it to my lips, I lick my fingers, moistening them, then I slide my hand down again and wrap it around him, speeding my movements as well, making him curse.

Two can play the game, "I know what I want," I said panting, "and you're not it, Rosario," I couldn't help but moan at the end, I feel really close to coming.

"You don't want me, yet you're doing this with me, you're looser than I thought," He digs at me.

"There's nothing wrong with two consenting adults getting each other off,... after all, I can lower my standards once in a while," I dig back.

He probably didn't like what I said, because the next thing I know I'm being flipped over, and my pants are pulled down to my knees.

I slide one knee up, then I turn around yelling, "Hey!!" and swinging my arm at him.

Instead, he dodges my hand and captures it, then he holds it tightly behind my back, leaving only my left arm to support my weight.

He repositions my leg back to its previous position, then he grabs my waist and lefts it higher, I can feel him poking behind me.

I feel dreadful.

He must have felt me tense up because he leans down and whispered in my ear, "relax," he hushes, "I'm not putting it in today," his hand strokes my thighs up and down in a soothing gesture, which does nothing to me, "but after this, I'm gonna make you wish I did," he says before he slid his cock between my thighs.

"Ah!" Although I had anticipated his thrusts, it was still not enough for me to hold myself up with one hand, my left hand soon gives up, and I fell face-first against the sofa.

He holds my hips up, pulling them back and forth along with his thrusts, our skins slapping against each other, and his cock slides underneath mine, nudging me here and there.

I use my left hand to give some attention to my equally erect yet neglected cock.

As soon as my hand touches it, Rosario grabs my hand, and holds it behind my back, just like my right.

"Fuck!" I cursed angrily, yelling, "C'mon!".

"That's no way to beg for it, Elia," he says in my ears, his thrusts never letting on, "how about you beg a little bit politely?" He suggests.

"Fuck you! You bastard," I said back.

"I'm not into that, I rather like doing the fucking," he chuckles, "I'm sure you'll like it too," he says his voice a little low but a lot deeper, pulling me back, holding both my hands in his left, then his right hand comes around my waist and slides underneath my shirt, resting on my abdomen, "once you feel me all the way here, you'll become addicted, you will be begging to be filled by me, again and again," he promises.

I shudder at the image, and it doesn't help that his hand had moved to jerk my cock once again, "you like that don't you? You like the idea of me on top of you, fucking you into the bed, filling your insides with my cum, hmm?" he says as he nippled on my earlobes.

"Just shut up you bastard!" I said shaking my head and trying to stop myself from picturing his promising words.

"You've got nothing to say anymore? No smart ass retorts? If it is this easy to shut you up, I wonder how easy would it be to get you in bed next time?" He asks.

"Never," I promise him.

"Wanna bet?" He whispers, his hand movement slowing down, making me groan.

Every time I get close to my release he seems to drag it out, "No!".

"Scared you might lose?" He taunts.

"Screw that, why are you being so talkative today? just get it over with, already!" I ordered.

This seems to tick him off again, because the next thing I know I'm back to being on my back, my legs in the air hanging over his shoulder, one arm squeezing them tightly together as he fucked himself between my legs, the other hand was moving simultaneously with his thrusts, jerking me closer to my release, "mark my words, Elia, next time, I'm going to make you beg for it," he promised before speeding his thrusts, "Fuck!" He curses snapping his thighs against the back of my own, "Ugh!" he moans as he reached his release, cumming all over me.

his hands move, never pausing until I myself have reached my release and more, making sure to squeeze every last drop of cum before letting go, "Fuck! God, let go of it!" I hissed as I pushed his hands away, feeling sensitive from my recent release.

The bastard proceeds to chuckle and smirk as he licked my cum off of his hand, "God, huh? I can get used to that nickname," 

"You wish," I push him away, getting my legs off his shoulder, I was grossly covered with semen and I need to shower this off, the worst thing is that it got on my clothes, and I don't have clothes to change into. 

I get up, not bothering to cover up, and head for my father's closet, maybe I can find something here, I grab whatever clothes he has that could fit me and head for the shower, placing the clothes aside on the sink counter I open the shower head allowing the cold water to come out first, I unbutton the shirt that I'm wearing, feeling the gaze of Rosario as he stood by the arch of the bathroom, yes, my parents did not believe in having privacy between themselves, so anyone can walk in on you. 

"The funeral is in three days, so in the meantime, try and behave yourself, the less trouble you cause, the faster this will go," Rosario said as he washed his hands, then left.

yeah right, that was three days ago, and look where it got me, I thought as I stared back at my pale self in the mirror while getting dressed in the black suit that Rosario has sent to me, today's my dad's funeral, oddly enough, it feels like it's my funeral. 

I wonder, will I make it through the rest of the day?

A knock on my parents' bedroom door gets my attention, then in walks Westly, "sir, the guests will start arriving soon, Don Rosario would like your presence downstairs," Westly informs me.

"Alright, I'll be right there," I said as I fixed my cufflinks, he goes outside and shuts the door behind him, I put my suit jacket, and shoes on, then I pick up my dead phone and keys then pocket them, as soon as this funeral is over I'm out of here.

I go downstairs and I'm guided by Westly to the formal living room where Rosario is drinking a glass of whiskey, "would you like me to get you anything to drink?" Westly asked.

"A glass of water please," I said, before taking a seat on the sofa, I sigh and relax into my seat.

"You should keep that up," Rosario said.

"Keep what up?" I asked as I frowned at him.

He waves his glass in front of his face, then says "you know, the look of despair on your face,"

I sigh and roll my eyes, yeah, I'm in despair, three days without my medications, I'm truly in despair.

I wish I could disappear from here, sometimes I wish I could disappear entirely, man Tobias's heart would have been better off inside someone else's chest.

But then Teegan would have been all alone.

Teegan, God I miss that brat, she must be worried sick by now.

I seriously gotta get out of here, when Westly brings me the glass of water I down it in one go and stand up, "come on, let's get this shit over with," I said to Rosario.

I walked out of the living room with him right behind me.

Things were going pretty smoothly for a while, but having no chaos at a mafia boss's funeral is too good to be true.

I just didn't expect the chaos stirrer to be nonother than Teegan.

We started hearing loud voices and distant yelling, when I turned my attention toward it, Rosario tells me not to worry about it and that his men will handle it.

Then one of his men comes to whisper something in his ear, making Rosario roll his eyes.

Something is definitely wrong going out there, and Teegan Yelling my name desperately "ELIA!!!" gets me up in a blink of an eye.

I ran as quickly as I can in her direction, I push the door open, witnessing one of Rosario's men slapping Teegan across the face and I instinctively react.

I grabbed the nearest person to me and got him disarmed of his gun, I would have just pointed it at him, but seeing him grab Teegan by her hair, I pulled the trigger.

Both Rosario and Teegan cry out, one from the loud bang while the other from the pain of getting shot, the man let goes of Teegan's hair and instead falls to the ground clutching his arm, crying out in agony, scared and trembling Teegan backs away from him, and looks around her, upon seeing me more tears run down my face and she runs to me, throwing her arms around me, she sobs.

Gun still in my hand I rub her back and try to console her, "shush, you're okay now, I'll not let anyone touch you again," I said as I pulled her away slightly to check her face, seeing her busted lip and red cheek got me all riled up again, "Westly," I called the man knowing he's by my side all the time.

"Yes, sir," he said as he stepped closer to us. 

"Take Teegan inside, and give her ice for her cheek," I ordered, and Teegan relctuntly let go of me. 

"Wait! my bag," she called over her shoulder, then Westly picked it up from the ground, I waited until they were inside before I made a move.

I walked calmly, observing the man who dared to lay his hand on Teegan, he was rolling on the ground clutching his arm in pain, while Rosario's other men watched from a tentative distance, not daring to step in between us.

I stood over him as he tried to crawl back in fear, he must have seen it on my face, the urge to kill him, I've never felt like this before, but no one touches Teegan and gets away with it, upon lifting the gun up again, the man starts begging, "Please, I didn't know she-" BANG!

I didn't wait to hear his excuses, I watch as his lifeless body bled out, then I turn away, handing the gun back to it's rightful owner, I was about to go inside when I'm met by a shocked audience with Rosario in the front row, smirking like he knows something I don't. 

I did just kill someone, my first, I always thought that if I ever ended up killing someone that I for sure will feel bad about it, but I don't feel anything right now, not even remorse.

 I guess I'm my father's son after all.