Aaliyah Otiento- Miller's POV

"Hm? Could you repeat that again?" I ask Elian.

"Distracted?" He asks with a grin.

I look away from him, sitting back in my chair.

"No." I lie.

He laughs.

"Just because you're a lawyer, doesn't mean you have to lie all the time" he says.

I glare at him.

"I'm not lying!" I defend.

"And if I were you, I'd focus less on my pent up feelings and more on your own life" I say.

"And it wouldn't kill you to be less of a cocky bas- -"

I'm cut off completely, by him standing over me and grabbing my jaw, pulling it up so I can look him in the eyes.

"I never knew that you were such a little masochist" he teases.

I look him in the eyes.

"I never knew that you were such a sadist." I retaliate sarcastically.
***

*The previous night*

"What if someone wakes up?" I ask, referring to my younger brother and his friend, who are on the floor.

Elian shrugs, getting up, with my legs around his hips and taking me out of the room.

He walks into one of the bathrooms, locking the door behind him.

He sits me on the counter, his body between my legs.

"If you want me to stop, you should say it now" he tells me.

I look down at his big hands, which rest on my thighs.

I want to see what he can do.

"No. Don't stop" I say.

He nods, and then without hesitation, he pushes my legs apart and reaches under my skirt.

He tugs down my panties and slowly slips his middle and index finger into me, watching the look on my face.

My mouth drops open and he starts to move.

Oh shit.

He towers over my seated frame and his grip on my thigh tightens, making me wince.

He curves his fingers upward and I immediately whimper.

He smirks.

"Close already?" He asks into my ear.

I bite my tongue, to stop from screaming out.

He knows the answer to that.

He lets go of my thigh and pinches me, tugging until I feel tears in my eyes.

"Are you gonna cry?" He asks, his smirk getting bigger.

I shake my head stubbornly.

He pinched harder.

"No?" He asks.

I put a hand over my mouth, knowing that the sound that will come out if I don't, will be loud enough for the whole house to hear.

Does he want to see tears?

He shrugs, pulling his fingers out and stepping back.

"Get up" he demands.

I do as I'm told.

"Turn around" he says.

I do it, and I realise that I'm facing the outstretched mirror.

"What's this for- -" I start to ask, but he cuts me off, by getting on his knees in front of me.

"C'mere" he says.

I tentatively do it.

He makes me open my legs and then he starts to eat.

I moan, looking down at him.

"Look at yourself" he demands.

I brace myself on the counter, glancing at myself.

I'm a teary mess!

"Elian!" I sob.

"Fuck" he groans, pulling me closer.

He eats until my legs shake, and his beard is all wet.

He stands up, rubbing a thumb under my eyes to clean the tears.

"You feeling a little bit better?" He asks.

I nod.

"That felt really good. Thank you." I say softly.

He leans down, kissing my forehead.

Then my nose.

"I'm glad I could help" he responds.

He turns around, bending to wash his face, making his shirt ride up a little.

I catch the beginnings of a big scar on his side, and before I can stop myself, I run my fingers on it.

He immediately looks at me, then my hands.

I continue and he stands upright, looking at me.

"Do you want to see it?" He asks.

I nod.

He leans down, tracing his finger along the shell of my ear.

"Soon" he mutters into it.

And with that, he places my panties in his pocket and walks past me.

"You can come over to my house tomorrow to get these back. I'll wait in the car." He says, walking out the door and closing it gently.

As soon as he leaves, I breathe out sitting on the edge of the bath tub.

What did we just do?!

And why is he so calm about it?!

I rub my inner thigh.

There are bite marks, hickeys and nail marks all over them.

It hurts, but I like it!

Could he tell?
***

*The Present Day. *

"So? Did you come here just to fetch your underwear or what?" Elian asks, dishing out my food onto a plate.

"No, I want to discuss something with you" I sigh.

"I'm not very good at it, but I'm listening." He jokes.

He's nervous.

He only makes self deprecating jokes when he's nervous.

Does he regret it?

Well?

No turning back now.

"I want to fuck you" I say aloud.

He drops his spoon with a clatter. 

His back is to me, but I can see him getting red and flustered, from the tips of his ears.

I clear my throat.

"But I want it to be just that. I'm not ready for a relationship, or to settle down yet." I say.

He turns to face me.

'Are you serious? This is what you want?' He signs.

'Yes' I sign back.

He puts my plate of food in front of me.

"Let's eat dinner. After we're done, I'll tell you what I think." he says.

I nod.

And as he suggests, we eat our food.

But as soon as we're done, he doesn't stay to discuss.

He picks both our plates up, walking to the kitchen area with them.

I blink at him.

Now?

I sigh, standing up and walking bare foot into the area.

His floor is cold.

He seems to be slicing fruit into thin slices

I approach him from behind, wrapping my arm around his wide torso and getting on my tiptoes to kiss his neck.

Then the space that's not occupied my his hearing aids.

Then back to his neck, making sure to aim for his weak spot.

He lets out a low short groan.

"If you didn't want to do it, you should have just told me" I say gently.

It's not like I haven't been turned down before.

That's just life.

He turns to face me, putting the knife down.

"No, it's not that I don't want to... Frankly... I don't think you could handle me, Aaliyah" he says, and I can tell by the look on his face, that he's not just teasing me.

I raise an eyebrow.

"Oh?" I ask.

He picks up the knife, stabbing through a piece of fruit and holding it up to my lips.

I open my mouth and bite the fruit off of it.

He looks at my mouth, trailing the blade lightly down my bottom lip.

"My taste in sex and what I find appealing, is very..."

He trails off, dragging the knife with an almost ghost-like pressure from my chin to my neck.

I don't move a muscle.

"Intense" he finishes.

I look into his eyes and I see that they are darkened slightly with lust. 

"I don't think you'd last a minuite." He says.

My breathing shallows a little, when he moves the knife to my buttoned blouse.

"Care to explain?" I ask, feigning calmness.

He chuckles, suddenly snapping one of the buttons!

I gasp.

"I'm jealous when it comes to the people I sleep with" he says, maintaining eye contact.

"And? That isn't a problem for me" I state, defiantly.

He snaps another one!

"What I like isn't for the weak. You could get hurt" he warns.

"Elian, I want to try it" I say.

He grins.

"What, you're that much attracted to me?" He asks, putting the knife against another button.

I stare at him and he snaps another.

Then another, as if daring me to continue leaving his question unanswered.

"I can yes I'm attracted to you! And yes, I can handle you!"  I say breathlessly.

He snorts, putting the knife down.

"Look at you, getting flustered so easily." He teases, leaning in and pinching my bottom lip.

I pull away.

"I'm not!" I protest.

"No?" He asks, pulling me closer.

"No..." I say.

He pulls away completely.

"Fine." He responds.

"Fine?" I ask.

"We can do as you've suggested. But I have some rules." He says.

"I've got a list. You're going to fill it." He says.

I nod, my heart pounding.

"No fucking other people, for however long this lasts". He says.

'That's fine' I sign.

He rubs his hands down my hips, grabbing my ass.

"We're gonna respect each other. If there is anything you don't like about what I do in the bedroom, I need you to tell me. Regardless of what we're doing, this is still a friendship. I don't want to mess it up" he says.

I nod.

He nods back.

I start to walk back to the table, when he calls me.

"And Aaliyah". He calls.

I look back, as he signs and my stomach immediately erupts with butterflies.

'I can't wait to see how you react to me' he says.

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