Aveline
I was enjoying the car ride. That mafia girl—who never listened to anyone, who hated being told what to do—was now giving in to my every demand.
"What? Why are you smiling like that?" she asked in a teasing tone.
I replied, grinning, "Because you, the cold-blooded, heartless Ruby, are now fulfilling my demands. You're actually doing what I want."
She smirked. "Wow, you trust so easily, little rabbit. What if I kidnapped you?"
"You wouldn't," I said, shrugging.
"Why not?"
"Because… I-I just trust you." I said it quietly, barely audible.
She turned to look at me, her expression unreadable, like she was double-checking if she heard right.
"You trust me…? Say it again, Aveline."
I nodded, still not looking at her directly.
"Alright," she said softly. "If you say you trust me, then… let's see."
She pulled the car over to a dark, empty road. Her headlights were the only source of light around us. I stared at her, confused.
"Get out," she said.
"Why?"
"Just trust me, Aveline." Her voice was calm, firm, confident—and damn, I couldn't resist that.
I opened the car door. She was already standing outside, waiting with her hand extended toward me. I took it.
She closed the car door behind me, and before I could even react—bam—I was trapped again. Her hand rested above my head against the car, the other gently holding my waist.
I gasped. My voice faltered. But I still trusted her.
Her perfume, her closeness—her everything—it was enough to completely disarm me. I couldn't even look at her. She leaned in close and whispered:
"You're alone here with me… no one's coming. You know what that means, right? I could do anything. Aren't you afraid of me…?"
I didn't answer. She knew.
I gently rested my palms against her chest. Her gaze didn't leave mine.
"I'm not afraid of you, Ruby. If you're with me, then I'm not afraid of anyone. I know you'll protect me, no matter what. You made a pinky promise, remember? You can't back out now."
She chuckled lowly. "I never back out—especially not from my word."
She was so close. I could feel her breath against my ear, her grip tightening at my waist. Her eyes met mine—and I don't know why, but I nodded.
She leaned in. My arms wrapped around her neck, pulling her close. She kissed me. I kissed her back.
One hand on the back of my neck, the other gripping my waist—I felt it all. The heat. The hunger.
Her tongue moved like she was memorizing me. She bit my lip—I gasped and held onto her shoulders to keep from collapsing. My knees were weak.
Noticing that, she lifted me and placed me gently on the car's bonnet.
She kept kissing me, deeper and harder. I was breathless. She moved to my neck, my jaw, licking and biting softly at my collarbone.
I clung to her, my breaths uneven. She was driving me wild.
Damn. That was hot. She was hot.
Still breathless, I giggled and pulled her closer by the collar, pressing my lips to hers again.
"Still want dessert?" she teased, voice still firm, calm, unfazed—unlike me. I was a mess, confused and craving more.
"Don't you dare stop now," I breathed against her lips, "you started this… now finish it."
I shouldn't want this – but god — I do
I wanted her. To kiss me again. To hold me tighter. To not let me go.
But then—ring ring.
Her phone buzzed.
Are you kidding me?
Max. Max freaking called her.
Max, I swear to GOD—
I'm gonna kill you.
My face dropped like a sad little villain. My moment. Our moment—ruined.
She sighed and answered casually like nothing just happened.
"Hm? Max, what is it? Why are you calling me at this hour?"
I growled—yes, actually growled—and mumbled under my breath, "Why'd you ruin the perfect moment…"
I sank my teeth into her neck like a petty gremlin. HARD. She'd bitten me earlier, and I was still in pain. Payback time.
She didn't even flinch. Just held me tighter, hand caressing my hair like I was some mischievous little beast she adored.
Meanwhile, I was chewing her neck like a mini traitor on a mission.
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