“Vik?” 

I jumped at the sound of Florence’s voice, his worried tone pulling me from my dark memories.  

“Are you ok?” 

The mattress dipped as he sat down beside me, hesitantly pulling me into his arms. I couldn’t force the words out of my throat as I looked up into his beautiful eyes, so full of trust and sadness. I couldn’t bring myself to tell him that he would never see his home, his family, his gang, ever again. I couldn’t bring myself to tell him that the pain he felt now, this feeling of being so alone, would only grow to consume him. I couldn't bring myself to tell him that everything he knew and loved was gone, and he would have to live knowing that there was nothing he could have done.  

So, I leaned into his embrace and let myself cry for the first time in almost 10 years, clinging to the man beside me because I knew that soon, he would cry too. He would hate himself, and he would hate Davin Nao, and he would probably hate me too. But I was the only one who would know how it felt when his chest cracked open, and the world swallowed him whole.  

I cried for what felt like an eternity, breathing in the sweet smell of Florence the whole time. If he was uncomfortable, he didn’t show it; He just held onto me same as I held onto him, whispering into my curls and stroking my back in long, soothing movements. 

When I finally pulled away, scrubbing the last of my tears from my face, I looked up at Florence and took his face into my hands. He stared back at me with equal parts sadness and understanding, his long-lashed framing his red-rimmed eyes. 

“They took my family away from me too.” 

And that was all it took to send the both of us back it a lapse of crying. Sobs wracked our bodies in perfect harmony as I held him close and kissed his head, laying back into the nest of blankets and pillows until I could cradle him and comfort him. It had been so long since I had shared my emotions with another person, that it nearly split my chest in two. My heart ached against his, beating in syncopation with his iambic pentameter.  

“Evulka,” I whispered against his forehead after our sobs had quieted, “My name was Evulka Ira Roanka-Tsarina of the Golden Eye gang.” 

Florence was silent, but his arms around my waist tightened to let me know he had heard.  

“I was twelve when Davin Nao asked my papa for a 'special favor'. I still don't know what exactly he asked for, but I know my papa refused. Back then, there was barely a Kill, just hitmen and assassins at Davin’s beck and call. But no one could have ever infiltrated our compound without my dads knowing. So, Davin got clever with it. 

He feared my father’s influence and my papa’s authority over the gang. He feared that they would grow too powerful, and if ever he did something that they did not like, that they could kill him in an instant. So, he killed them first. Davin sent four gangs; the No Mens, the Blackbird gang, the Blazing Sun gang, and the Paper Dolls, all weaker on their own, but infinitely powerful together. It was a fucking massacre. No one, from any gang, survived. Including mine.” 

I pressed my lips to Florence’s hair and steadied my breathing, running my hands up and down the length of his back to comfort him best I could.  

“Most likely, that man came here to kill you too,” He made a small sound, but I continued after he quieted, “And by now, your family is probably gone.” 

Florence tilted his head and looked up slowly, his tear-filled eyes only making my heart ache more, "You're hurting too.” 

It wasn’t a question.  

“This has probably been the worst news ever broken to you, Princess, and you’re worried about me?” 

I started to chuckle, but my amused breath was caught in my throat as Florence’s lips met mine. For a moment, I was too scared to even breathe. The pressure of his lips against mine was soft but possessive, not nearly as rough as I had seen in the club scenes. I let my eyes drift closed as Florence pushed closer to me, his hands trailing down my sides, leaving fire in their wake and making me sigh into the kiss. Florence needed no prompting as my lips parted slightly; he licked my bottom lip before deepening the kiss and sweeping his tongue into my mouth. What I would have previously categorized as invasive now had me making embarrassing noises as I leaned into him, one of my hands tangling in his hair to pull him closer while the other explored the contours of his back.  

Florence pulled away with a low hum, leaving me panting while he moved the attention of his lips to my jaw. He kissed down into the crook of my neck before nibbling lightly at my collarbone. The further he went, the faster my heart beat, replacing the previous ache with a new one. A need. A wanting so hot, it burned through my chest and my cheeks and my core. I sat up best I could under Florence and shoved him, biting my lip to stop my satisfied smile as he allowed himself to fall back into the bed. Crawling forward to staddle his waist, I embraced my newfound hunger and grabbed the hem of my oversized shirt, lifting off of my body to expose my stomach and chest to the cool air of my room. Florence made a low noise below me, lifting his hands to pull my hips forward, fanning the flame that blazed in my stomach and groin.  

I had never found myself wanting to have sex with another person; arousal was something that I dealt with on my own. But in this moment, for the first time in all my 22 years, I found myself wanting nothing more than to be fucked by the man beneath me. It wasn’t a good, well-thought-out decision, and we were both hurting. Chances were Florence and I would provide nothing for each other but a moment to forget. But maybe that's all we needed for now.  

“Vik...” 

He practically growled my name as I rolled my hips over his growing erection, over and over until my own core grew hot and throbbed against his arousal. I panted and bit my lip to stifle quiet moans, leaning over Florence while I continued to ground my hips against his. He let one of his hands wander from my waist while the other one encouraged my slow movements, drifting his fingers through my curls that had come loose from my bun. I brushed my lips against his throat, feeling his groan vibrate on my tongue as I made my movements rougher. The only thing I wanted was to make him feel good. To make him say my name under his breath and come undone with me.  

I lifted myself off him, chuckling softly as his noise of disapproval turned into a gasp and a loud groan. I had slipped his sweats down, removing the fabric in my way until his cock sprung out to greet me.  

“Is this all of me, Princess?” I said with a lazy grin, my voice sounding foreign and seductive even to my own ears.  

Florence sat up on his elbows, his eyes hooded with lust and his cheeks flushed. I stared him down as I rubbed my cheek against his twitching member, relishing the way he tilted his head back as I began to lick his tip. I took my sweet time, slowly lapping at the velvety skin and savoring each vibration that his stifled moans sent through my throat. Taking him deeper, I grazed my teeth over his cock, careful to be gentle with my sharp canines, and his hips rose to meet my mouth. His hand was tangled in my hair, now completely loose, as I moved faster, humming deep in my throat to make him shudder.  

“Vik...please, love, I can’t...” 

His words trailed into a loud groan that he tried to quiet with his free hand while he thrusted into my mouth and used his other hand to press my head gently closer, making sure not to be too rough. The realization that he was holding back sent a shiver of desire through my core and I immediately wanted to see him completely lose all sense of rationality. I tucked a strand of hair behind my ear and looked up into his lustful gaze, holding eye contact as I used my hand to jack him off while his tip hit the back of my throat.  

He thrusted into my hand and mouth, throwing his head back as he came in my mouth, his hips jerking as he rode out his pleasurable high. I choked on the hot liquid that filled my throat and mouth, trying to swallow and pull back so that I could breathe.  

Florence panted hard, his gaze hazy from his high as he sat up and ran his hand over my cheek bones and jaw. He leaned forward, passionately pulling me into his lap as I kissed him with equal parts fervor and revere for this man that made me hot with wanting.  

My shorts and his shirt were off in an instant, being the only things in the way of our bodies being flushed against one another. Our moans and pants mingle with each other in the charged air, only adding to my arousal. 

“Princess,” I had to hold his face in my hands to pause his insistent kisses as they made their way to my breasts, “Are you sure you want to go this far?” 

He nodded vigorously, and I bit my lip when his already-hard-again cock twitched against my leg. 

I let go of him and he eased his way between my legs, holding my hips while he lapped gently at my perked nipples. Soft moans escaped my lips as he sucked on my breast, then moved on to the other one with just as much passion. Slowly, his hand drifted between my legs, slender fingers rubbing slowly against my clit. I squirmed under his touch, needing more pressure, and as if he could read my mind, Florence increased his speed. The euphoric combination of his fingers on my organ and his moth of my tits had me buzzing with a rapidly expanding heat.  

“Oh my god...Princess,” I moaned as Florence abandoned my perked nipples with kisses that blazed across the skin of my chest and stomach, going further and further until his tongue replaced his hand, tracing my clit lazily while his freed fingers slid over the slick of my folds. My hips jerked up in surprise as Florence sucked gently and hummed low in his throat, sending a vibration through my core that carried with it waves of pleasure. Absently, I reached down, and ran my hands through his soft hair, tugging lightly whenever his fingers hit a spot inside of me that sent shivers down my spine. I began to arch into him, my hips rolling to meet his mouth and hand as he became more ruthless, thrust his fingers in and out of my dripping pussy while he nibbled and sucked at my clit. The pleasure of my orgasm built up until the only sounds that filled my room where my moans and the fragmented bits of Florence’s name as I came, my juices coating his chin as he raised his head with a triumphant look in his brown and blue eyes.  

“I wanna fuck you.” 

Meanwhile, here I was, a good cry, blowjob, and my own orgasm later, panting among the nest of my bedding while I stared up at Florence, my sweet, innocent, little-boy-like Florence, as he let the most crass, lewd, horrifyingly sexy, words slip like he’s telling me about the weather. 

I blinked up at him, biting my lip, “Say that again.” 

He doesn’t even hesitate to repeat in that husky rumble that invades any man’s throat when he’s horny: 

“I wanna fuck you.” 

I grin and part my knees in a suggestive manner, “Then you better get to it, Princess.” 

After the third finger, I start to get antsy. While Florence was by no means small (who am I kidding, his dick was the stuff straight out of a girl’s wildest sex fantasy), I wanted it inside of me, not just twitching against my thigh.  

“Florence,” I half moan, half growled beneath my breath, “J-just put it in already.” 

With a hum of affirmation, Florence leaned down and kissed me long and hard, deepening the kiss further as I gasped; he was slowly pushing himself futher into my dripping pussy, thrusting in and out only a couple inches at a time. By the time his penis was fully sheathed within my heat, we were both panting, eyes locked on eachother’s possesive gazes before he started moving gently.  

I made an embarassing noise, halfway between a mewl and a moan as Florence pulled himself almost completely out of me before plunging his hardness back towards to womb. With each of his powerful and controled thrusts, I found myself moving my hip to meet him, his groans and my gasps and moans fill the air between us. He pushed me closer and closer to the edge, my moans getting louder as I cried out his name. I could tell Florence was close too; his eyes were glazed over, and his lips parted in concentration while his thrusts became less controlled and rougher, only spurring my desire, my need, for more.  

My second orgasm hit me like a freight train, my eyes rolling back as I arched into Florence’s body above me, crying out broken bits of his name as I rode out my high and clenched around his throbbing cock. Florence was soon to follow, his thrusts become more erratic before he groaned loudly, falling into the crook of my neck while his seed filled me. The heat of his come and the weight of his body on mine nearly made me come again, and a small whimper left my bruised lips, prompting Florence to turn his head and gaze up at me as he kissed the sensitive skin of my neck. 

“Did I do good?” 

The rumbling of his voice couldn’t have possibly been any sexier; he was so shy normally, but now, he was saying things that made my heart race and my heat drip.  

“Yeah, Princess,” I panted, stroking his head as he smiled, “You did good.”