A T H E N A

"But baby there you go again, making me love you. Yeah, I stopped using my head, coming back to you. Got you stuck on my body like a tattoo. And now I'm feeling stupid crawling back to you"

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"Athena," he says, his voice husky and deep. I don't greet him back and walk past him, his body right behind me as I open the door for my room. I hear him sigh behind me, and he enters my room without asking.

"Athena..."

"What?" I sigh and turn around, looking at him in the eyes with a tired expression. "What do you want from me, Vincenzo?" I ask and am on the brink of losing my mind and breaking down in front of him.

"Why were you ignoring all my calls?" he asks and rakes a hand through his hair, frustrated.

"I don't know? Maybe because I felt bad after I interrupted your lunch with your ex-fiancée," I snarl into his face, suddenly getting angry at his nonchalance.

He narrows his eyes. "Who told you that?" he asks through gritted teeth. I throw my hands in the air. 

"Does it matter? The only thing that matters is that you lied to me straight in the face by telling me there was an emergency. It didn't look like an emergency when you were cozily laughing and talking to her in your office," I say. 

"Was it Nate that told you?" he asks with a clenched jaw.

I roll my eyes. "No, it was my mom. And that's not important, Vincenzo. I'm trying to talk to you," I say desperately.

He sighs, and takes a step towards me. "She means nothing to me, Athena," he says, and places his large hand on my waist. I shake my head, and try to push him away. His grip only tightens.

"I saw your face when I entered, and..."

He silences me by pecking my lips.

This isn't happening.

"No, don't," I say and I push him away, more firmly this time. I walk away from him, placing my hands on the wall and sigh deeply. I hear him walk over to where I'm standing, and places both his hands on my hips, making me stiffen.

"Oh, Athena," he breathes against my neck, and places a kiss there, "we both know you're not able to resist me."

I clench my jaw together when he starts placing kisses on my collarbone, and he goes up to my neck

"No," I sigh, and my voice cracks a little. He chuckles from behind me. "You sound like you have a choice," he breathes out and kisses the soft skin under my ear.

It takes everything in my body not to moan when his tongue comes out and licks the place he has kissed. Now he starts placing open mouth kisses, his tongue swiping against my skin.

I want to stay angry at him, I want to scold him and make him explain everything to me but that all soon fades as his scent enters my space, his presence suffocating mine and his lips distracting me.

You're weak.

I squeeze my eyes shut, and let out a sigh in contentment when his teeth sink into my earlobe. One hand on my hip goes lower, inside my shorts and cupping my heat.

I let out a gasp, and can't help but moan a little when his fingers start stroking me.

His hand on my hip turns me around so I'm facing him. He leans in, and kisses my lips.

"No, Vincenzo. You don't get to do this right now," I murmur weakly against his lips. But I know I'm too late.

He smirks, knowing the effect he has on me and slides his hand down to my ass.

"Why does your body say otherwise?" he says and kisses me, slipping his tongue inside my mouth and squeezing my ass-cheek. An involuntary moan leaves my mouth, and he smirks satisfied.

"Please," I plead but I don't know if it is for him to stop, or for him to continue.

"What is it?" he mocks and plants kisses lower on my body, hooking a finger in my top and pulling the fabric down so my breast is exposed.

His hot, wet mouth covers my nipple and he starts sucking on it, drawing moans and whimpers from my lips. His hand leaves my short and comes up to my other breast, squeezing it gently and pressing his thumb on my nipple.

He then switches and lets his other hand take care of my wet, erect nipple while sucking on the other one. His tongue swipes over it, and his teeth gently sink into the sensitive skin making me arch my back.

"Vincenzo," I whimper and close my eyes. He let's go of my nipple and trails his kisses back down, dropping on his knees. 

He rids me of my top up in order to dip his tongue into my navel, the sensation going straight to my pulsing nub.

He pulls my shorts down, leaving me only in my panties against the wall and the only thing that holds me up is the gorgeous man kneeling in front of me. His plump lips press against my pubic bone, and then against my covered clit.

A strange sound leaves my lips and I throw my head back.

"I haven't done anything yet," his deep voice says while chuckling, and kisses lower. My knees are buckling, and I hold onto his broad shoulders as support.

"Let me make you feel good, bella. To relieve all that pressure, hmm?"

He strips me bare for him, throwing my panty over his shoulder so his eyes can scan over my nude body.

He licks his lips while leaning in, and presses his lips right above my clit.

I groan in frustration when he skips over the place I ache the most to my inner-thighs. The soft kisses are driving me crazy and every time his lips meet my skin, the sound echoes through my room, intensifying this moment.

When I least expect it, his warm lips land on my lower ones. His warm tongue slides through my folds up to my clit, torturing it by drawing circles around it. I part my lips for a moan to come out, but instead I get silence.

"Oh," I breathe out and close my eyes when he flattens his tongue against my, putting an amazing pressure on my clit.

My breathing becomes heavier, my chest goes up and down and I'm hot all over my body. The tip of his tongue flicks my clit, rubbing over it a couple of times.

This man is driving me crazy.

My hands find his soft strands of hair and tug on it, making him groan.

But I'm in need of something else. Something thick and big.

I start pulling on his strands of hair, and want to say something but can't with his tongue working on me like that. "Stand... up," I manage to gasp. His mouth parts from my core, and he places one last kiss on it before standing up.

He picks me up and wraps my legs around his waist. His lips land on mine, and I start kissing him back, wrapping my arms around his neck as he picks me up, and sets us both on my bed. 

While kissing me, he takes off his jacket and then unbuttons his shirt. He rolls his hips into mine, making us both moan. As soon as his shirt is off my hands slide over his hard chest, feeling his abs under my fingers.

"I need to feel you, Athena," he whispers against my mouth, an underlying emotion under his voice I can't quite place.

He unbuckles his belt and shoves his pants down, along with his boxers. He lays back on top of him, his hardness pressed against me. I moan against his mouth as he starts grinding into me.

His hand travels down to my belly, and to my heat. His fingers part my folds while his thumb presses against my clit.

"You're so fucking wet," he grunts against my lips and starts playing with my clit.

I part my lips from his and throw my head back in pleasure when one, long fingers thrusts in, and then back out.

His hand closes around the piece of clothing and rips it off my body. But I don't care.

My eyes roll back into their sockets as the tip of his erect cock slides through my slick folds, and nudges my clit. I set my nails in his back and arch my body against his when he continues to tease me.

He positions himself in front of my entrance, and starts pushing into me. He places both his hands beside my head and thrusts fully into me, his lips parted in bliss when I clench around him.

"Fuck, Athena," he breathes out and draws back, only to slam back into me. A loud moan escapes my lips, and I throw my head back in pleasure when he starts moving into me.

"You need to keep quiet, baby," he grunts and closes his eyes. Our hips clash together and sweat starts forming on our bodies. "You wouldn't want your parents to catch us, do you?"

The thought of us in my room, doing things we shouldn't makes it all more exciting and hotter. The bed starts creaking a little at his pounding.

Vincenzo's narrow hips keep driving against the inside of my thighs as my hips buck up, welcoming his hard length.

My hands grip his shoulder, and my head is buried in his neck as he pounds into me at a slower pace, extending the pleasure.

His heavy breathing is right next to my ear and he kisses the skin there, his tongue flicking out.

He slows down his pace, not being rough like I'm used to. The air around us changes, it's filled with some unknown tension that pierces right through my soul.

My heart starts beating faster, an unsettling feeling takes place in the pit of my stomach.

Even though he's here with me, I can feel him slip right through my fingers.

I'm not as turned on anymore, the pleasure fades away and I just lay there, letting him fulfill himself by pounding into me. Using me.

At least he'll get a release tonight.

After some time, he pulls out and comes with a grunt. He falls next to me on the bed, still breathing heavily and raking a hand through his hair.

"That was fun," he breathes out and stands up from the bed, putting on his clothes again.

I frown. "What are you doing?" I ask him and sit up. He throws me a glance over his shoulder before going back to picking up his boxers and pants.

"Leaving," he answers. "Why?"

He chuckles in a way that I already should've known why he's leaving.

"Your parents think I'm gone, while in reality I'm fucking their daughter," he says and pulls his pants up. "I need to get out," he says and throws my pajamas at me which I quickly put on.

He puts his suit back on and when he's complete he walks back over to me and takes a seat on my bed. He tilts my chin back up and kisses my lips. 

That soothing gesture causes me to feel a little better. I swallow, and get myself together to say the thing I'm so desperate about to say.

"Vincenzo," I begin, but am cut off by his phone. It lights up, signaling he has gotten a message.

The screen gives away who it is.

Emma.

A pang goes through my chest and I instinctively back away from him a little.

"Eh, I really need to go," he says and stands up from the bed.

To Emma?

I manage to grab his hand and stand up from the bed. "Vincenzo, I-I need to know something," I say and am suddenly shy again. He turns his body to me a little. "What is it?" he asks and rakes a hand through his hair.

My throat suddenly runs dry and I try to gather courage for the words I'm about to say.

"I think I have feelings for you, Vincenzo," I whisper, and his eyes widen in shock. He takes a step away from me, not reacting in the way I was hoping he'd do.

"A-and I was wondering w-what we are," I continue shyly and look down at my feet. 

"What we are?" he chuckles in amusement which makes me look up with a questioning look in the eyes. "Yeah," I say and lean back on my heels in nervousness.

"We're nothing, Athena," he says, crushing my heart with his words. I'm blown away by his answer. I thought that...

I press my lips together and try not to let it see that I'm hurt by his answer. 

"We're just having a fun time together," he says. I part my lips, only to close them again. "Right," I croak out and my throat starts burning with all the tears I'm holding back.

"You shouldn't start to love me, Athena, because you don't mean anything to me."

His words hit me hard, and I take a step back from him. I nod. 

"S-sure," I say. Something between us has changed. I'm not as relaxed and care-free as I used to be now.

"I should be leaving then," he says and turns around, without saying anything exiting my room and closing the door softly behind him.

I stumble back onto my bed and as soon as my head hits the pillow, I start soaking it with my tears.

I feel so dirty and used, and I can't do anything to rewind anything.

You're so stupid.