The Mafia Princess And Her Bodyguard

So I am finding myself on the side of the road with Trinity next to me in tears. I am a man; I have no idea how to take a woman's pain away. I might not know how to do that, but I know how I would like to comfort her.

I softly cup her face in my hands and gently wipe the tears away from her eyes. Her eyes pierce into mine as she is looking past me, the facade, the mystery, the man whose true intentions are not clear...and she makes me crumble...and I give in...

With every breath, every wink, every inch, I move my lips closer to hers. The anticipation of what is to come makes her close her eyes...

"Please don't; I want to see you."

And she listens. She keeps her eyes settled on my lips, and I can hear as her breath starts to step a pace. She bites down onto her bottom lip, and god, my knees give in... One...two...three... more winks, and I am there...

I close that final gap between our hesitating lips. Hesitating, not truly, for I really want this with every craving bone in my body. And it is those cravings that make me place my lips gently against them. This feels even better than before. Her lips are so damn soft; it feels like a thousand feathers are tickling my lips.

Then ever so soft and sensual, I brush my lips against hers. I bite and nip and nibble, and she returns the pleasure with a low moan. But as I slide my tongue, threatening to slip through her seems, she grabs me by the shirt and growls. "Princess, do that again."

She takes my face between her hands and scrunches her fingers in my hair. I go to tangle my fingers in her hair and pull her lips even closer to mine. This time when she moans, I am right behind her answering her with my very own growl. I can see her eyes are burning with lust and a deep hunger.

Unable to contain myself anymore, I pull her into a fiery and passionate kiss. All my thoughts are obliterated, and the world gives away. It is a sensual dance of lips...but this...I want more. I slip through her lips and entwine her into a deeper kiss. The kiss is growing greedier, our mouths are locked together, and it feels like I am walking on air. Nothing around us matters, it is just me and her engulfed in this moment, in this perfect kiss.

After what seems for more than a natural ten minutes, we finally pull away...

I want more of that...

When I can finally breathe and form a couple of words, I cup her chin in my hand...

"You are amazing, don't let anyone ever make you feel less than that."

...Especially Karlo Castaneda...

...That man would have my balls if he knew I have my hands on his prize...

"Let me take you for lunch."

"Can we go to your place? I don't feel like a fancy restaurant."

"Princess..."

"Don't worry; I just want to hang out and have a few beers."

"That I can do; I was dreading looking like the busboy in any case."

...TRINITY POV...

Who would have thought this man next to me can kiss like that? That was definitely a toe-curling moment and worth every minute that I will be locked up if my father ever has to find out. But now we are going to his place, I said what I said, but I would not mind if something more than that happens.

So we find ourselves pulling up in his driveway, and I am nervous all over again. He gets out and runs around to open the door for me...

"After you."

"Mmm, you just want to stare at my ass."

"I would not be a man if I did not."

After stepping out of my boots, he grabs two beers, and we fall back onto his black leather couches in the lounge.

"So what do you do around here?"

"Sleep...and sleep...ya and some more sleep."

"So don't you have a girlfriend?"

"Princess, would I kiss you like that if I had?"

"I don't know; how many women do you bring here?"

"Ya, I am not going to answer that."

"Do you like me?"

"Of course I like you."

"What I mean is do you like me in that way where you wanted more from me?"

"More of what?"

"I don't know."

"Like bang you? Because hat I would love to do."

That was not actually quite what I meant; I was kind of referring to the type of woman that he would date. But I did not tell him what I meant so I can really not be mad "Colton."

"Yes, princess?"

"Do you have something comfortable that I can put on? I feel kind of restricted in this?" "Hahaha. I was wondering when it was going to happen because that is tight."

He disappears off into his room and brings me an oversized shirt and...an oversized shirt

"Sorry, but I don't wear boxers. The bathroom is over there; I will grab some more beer."

So as I am getting changed, I fail to close the door; it is only me and him who will see. I feel him watching me as I wiggle my ass out of my jeans and slip my shirt down my shoulders. I stand there for a second and stretch my body, toning every muscle of my perfect physique...then I hear him...

"Fuck."

I softly chuckle to myself and pull his shirt over my head...

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Back in the lounge...

"My god, you are gorgeous."

"I think you said that out loud."

"No, I did not. I mean it."

He starts to edge a little closer to me, by the wicked smile that plays around his lips, I know he is up to something, something no good...

He reaches out and wraps his arm around my neck...I gasp...and nearly spill my beer all over my lap...then he tucks his fingers in the back of my shirt...I swear I nearly die as I feel his fingers touching my skin... And then...

"Your tag is out."

Fucking tag...

...COLTON POV...

Ha! What was she thinking? Maybe expecting some of this...

My lips crash against hers like a colliding star; it knocks her breath away. As she opens her eyes, they have a thousand questions swirling around in them...

"Colton, what are you doing?"

"Kissing you again, do you want me to stop?"

"No."

I grip her by her waist and yank her onto my lap. She splays her hand against my chest, intending to push me away, but instead, she leaves it there.NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.

"C.o.l.t.o.n."

I drive my fingers deep into her waist and crush my lips into hers. I get lost in her taste; she tastes like sweet cherries. I feel the heat of her body glow through her lips, they are hotter than the sun itself, but nothing is hotter than this body that I am holding in my hands. I push away all my inhibitions and claim her mouth, devouring every inch of her.

Her tender brown eyes are like bottomless pools, pleading and hesitant. Her eyes telling me all I need to know, she wants me, and she will have me in any way that she can.

My hands move up to her waist. The only thought running through my head is, 'Don't... Don't do this'. But I squeeze her firmly, and she moans in my mouth.

I can't do this...

I pull her hair off her shoulder and kissed the length of her neck. I push her down on the couch; her body quivers.

"I need to stop."

And with that, I stop...

"That should not have happened."

"Why?"

"Your dad is going to have me for breakfast and that damn Karlo for lunch."

"I don't want to be with Karlo...I..."

"Please don't say it..."

"I want to be with you."

"Fuck."

This was going to happen. I knew it; it should have seen it. Maybe I did see it, but I just did not care. My desire to be with her has clogged my reality... Trinity will never be mine...

She will marry Karlo, and I will just be a miserable bodyguard. How does a man deal with the woman you want being with another man?... You don't...

"Colton, I want to be with you."

"Princess, you know that I can't be with you."

With that, my words hit her hard. When she jumps off from the couch, I hear her voice crack as she is about to burst into a fountain of tears...And ya... (Ouch!)

That hurt deep...

After driving home in complete silence, just a few miles from the entrance to the driveway, I bring the car to a complete stop and turn to face her... "Princess, I am so sorry."

"Col..."

I do not give her a moment to speak because I am pulling her into my tight embrace. I am holding her as if her dear life depends on it. And there we sit for at least ten minutes... And then we kiss...

I keep on telling myself that this is like a parting goodbye kiss even all my being knows that I shall keep on trying to steal them over and over again...

After her tears...that I caused... has finally dried up, I slowly pull back off into reality...

And of course, as she steps out of the car, I stand close enough to her to feel her brush that ass against my groin.

Stepping into the front door, I am fully expecting Vic wanting to ask how the day went...but instead... (Wham)

A fist of knuckles come crushing into my face...