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A light growl passes the man’s lips as he feels her hands brush across his abdomen, her tough bringing forth all the memories of desire and lust he had always held for her as he tightens his grip on her thighs and carries her through the clubhouse and up to his room. He’s beyond caring at whether he’ll be seen at this point, he wants to just spend some time with the one person that’s truly cared about him. Who could see beyond the monster created by the Falcone brothers, and life in the Anserini, and see more then just a thug that took what he pleases without thought for the consequences. Like with the kidnapped girls he’d terrorised in the attic just days before, on orders, he’d become so lost in that Christian that he barely knew who he was anymore, just going through the motions of the day to day. But with Ana, it was like memories of another life, another person, came flooding back. 

Now, with his bedroom door closed to the rest of the clubhouse he felt as if they were a million miles away as he began to play some music so that people wouldn’t come in. They knew better to in general, but he equally didn’t want people figuring out that he was there with Ana. This was private, for once, between them and only them. Before she left, he would’ve forced her to her knees, unbuckled his belt and made her go down on him in a way that only she seemed to know how to do, her mouth making him go so weak at the knees at the mere thought. Yet, today he wanted to take his time with her, reminding himself of every inch. Studying each part of her like she was a masterpiece, or her body was a blank canvas for him to leave his mark on her, and he gently placed her down on the floor. 

Arms still looped around her waist, he wasted no time in slipping his fingers beneath the fabric of her shirt, lips trailing down the column of her throat as he slowly trailed them down her collarbone, “Ana…ana…” her name rolling easily off his tongue, as if trying it out and realising he loved it as his hands freely roamed her frame. He didn’t care about the fiance, about anyone else, all he cared about in that moment was that she was back with him, back where she belonged. He backed her up to the bed, and as her legs connected with the frame he held her as she fell backwards, coming on top of her as he continued to kiss her, as if committing her taste to memory. 

Everything was different, she left ----- RAN away from him and everything the  Anserini had to offer. It was SELFISH and hard to explain, it was like she did something wrong, it felt dirty and it SCARED her. At the time she was so in love but wanted to be something, she was good. She knew she was good. Every run she ever intercepted was a SUCCESS, people got out of bad situations and survived others because of it. There were so many time she just wanted to RUN from where she was and rejoin everything, work HARDER than she ever had before and beg for forgiveness. But there was always a little tick in the back of her mind telling her that she’d be DEAD if she even TRIED. Low profiles, fake names, and natural street SKILLS pushed her through. She didn’t want their REUNION to be like this, where it wasn’t her CHOICE to see him again.

Her breaths heavy but short, silently scoping out the room. Everything proceeded to be so SIMPLE, ears abruptly awoken by the sound of MUSIC, each tone pressing past the her ears, LISTENING to the waves that seemed to caress her SOUL and hold her tight. She knew what he was DOING, almost creating a distraction for what was REALLY going to happen in his court. They never needed privacy before, no, they were anywhere. Anything could happen, he was the BOSS and she didn’t mind. Somethings ----- she even found his PROCEEDINGS to be romantic. There was not once soul in this world that swayed her as well as he did. In a sense it was PURE magic. But something seemed so clear to her, he wanted to be SLOWER, take his time and FEED his inner craving. Tonight he wanted to be SENSUAL.

Lips never stray away from his, not even as her back slid against the soft bedding beneath her tiny wraith, long gaunt digits LACING within his chocolate coloured tresses, gently TUGGING at the roots and slide her digits up to FEEL the silky smoothness each lock offered. Leaning up she presses a longing KISS against his forehead, arms idily holding her position before went down again, sweet hands languidly trailing down to to the BUTTON of his trousers and HOOKING her index within the loops, tugging him CLOSER. Slowly she unclasped the pants, FLICKING the button with her thumb before CRAWLING her palms to his back, TRACING small smooth circles as she bear a breath before whispering in  a needy mewl. “Please ------ ! “

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Private. So, the woman was very much still scared of doing anything on her own. That was admirable and okay in his books – not that it mattered to him. The point to make was that she had her options, when it was available to her. Despite the fact that she was already in tears, looking despondent and defeated a little as her shaking finger pointed to the door. Without saying a word, the man pulled her up by her neck, making her stand up on her feet, before grabbing her wrist. He pulled her along, not going through the door she had pleaded him to go to, but going up towards a set of stairs that lead to the bedrooms – rooms of some of the gang members here, as the man led her to one that was his and opened the door. His room was simply decorated and furnished, with a few bits of clothing scattered and some oddments of items there, as he pushed Ana in and closed the door behind them, before he stripped off his shirt and tossed it aside. “Get down on your knees and undo my pants.” He ordered her.

All the minx wanted to do is get out of the hindsight EVERYONE who could venture towards this room and SEE everything he was doing to her. It was too much, she needed to GET away. She squealed, trudging along behind him with her eyes CASTE down towards the floor. There’s a certain HUMILIATION that came with this TREATMENT that made her not want to SEEN. It felt so draining, made her weak to her knees and coaxed hot tears to drain down her CHEEKS. The handle of HIS door CREAKED, opening with swiftness as she stumbled on her FEET after being pushed into the room. He wasn’t messing around, there was no PLAY involved. A gulp sounded, saliva barely passing down the SLENDER  tubes of her throat. His request mad her stomach CHURN, twisting and turning as she backed away from him, idly shaking her head. “No, I’m NOT doing that Gabe.”

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It was amusing to see her defense crumble down in tears, as Ana buckled down on her knees, slipping down, and yet with that she still lets herself rut her crotch against his fingers, as he watched her and smirked back at her through her hazel eyes – stained with her tears. It was of no use – he has the power and all the cards, and she has not, unfortunately. His hand on her face slipped around her neck, grabbing her and pulling her close as his lips brushed over her. “That’s a good girl. Just feel. There’s no need to fight.” He spoke quietly, lips pressing up onto Ana’s lips, kissing her whilst his finger rubbed against her folds, feeling the warmth radiate over his fingertips. “I’ll give you a choice. Would you want me to play with you here, or somewhere a little more private?”

There’s a LONG line of decisions that she’s made to bring her to this point, tears fumbling down her cheeks as she bites gum of her CHEEKS to hold in her terrified SOBS. Everything was betraying, the low WHIMPERS tangled among her cries. For once in her life she felt COMPLETELY powerless, it was overwhelming by how weak she was in such a DRASTIC situation. As soon as his hand landed over her throat, tugging her closer she QUIVERED, pulling away from his lips as she hid her face on his shoulder. Trembling hands grip on his wrist, tugging it away from her folds, along the way feeling how WET she actually was. head shakes, her arm lifting slightly to point to the DOOR, as a muffled pleas escaped her in BROKEN syllables. “P--pri-----vate.” 

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catxclysmiics:

As always with Ana, he was gone to any other feelings then needing her, fingers tangling themselves into silky locks as he pressed her against the wall, lips moving against her with more need, more want then they had before and he knows that the only thing holding him back from having her there and then is the mere fact that they were in a room with others. Not that being in public had stopped him before, especially with her, considering there had once been a time where they hadn’t been able to go anywhere without him being able to to keep his hands off her. Memories of shoving her into barely darkened corners and fucking her until he had to silence her screams with his lips to avoid detection. 

When she admitted to still loving him, he felt the familiar stirrings in his chest that only she seemed to provoke in him, the rumblings of life in a long thought dead heart as her fingers tangling in his shirt has him trailing his hands down the body that he knows better then his own, brushing across the fabric of her pants, slipping beneath the waistband as his fingers brush up against her sex, most feelings of hating her momentarily forgotten as he revels in the thought that at least she had been thinking of him. Yet, he knew it wouldn’t last, the pale band circling her finger enough to remind him that whatever she said she’d still moved on. Who was he though? Eyes darkened slightly, and he’s already contemplating looking up this person. Though, it wouldn’t be good for whoever it was when he finally finds them. 

Her words again bringing him back to the present though, “So… you just left.” he replied quietly, and though he doesn’t say it, he knew then that if she had mentioned leaving he might’ve considered it. Though a might was never a definite yes with him. He somewhat understood why she didn’t Despite everything that she’d just said, his hand had remained where it was, brushing against the soft folds of Ana’s sex. Fuck, he had missed it, missed HER and he knows his restraint has long gone out the window as he briefly looks over his shoulder, anyone who had been watching quickly dropping their gaze as they pretended not to notice how he casually pinned her to the wall. Returning his gaze to Ana’s, he kissed her more fervently, teeth clamping over her lower lip as he slipped his hand back from beneath the waistband of her pants and his hands move to grip her thighs as he lifts her effortlessly, wrapping her legs around his waist as he continues to press his lips against hers, “Come upstairs with me.” he mutters between kisses, and he moves down her jawline, to her neck, kissing along the skin as he presses his hips against hers to show her how much he’s missed her. 

They were so STRONG back then, they found POWER within one another, gathered comfort in the TOUCH shared by flesh. He was BRILLIANT, and kind. Nobody could EVER believe it but there was something so HUMAN about him, so delicious and sweet. Every time she felt weak there was a STRENGTH that brought her back together, nestled between his arms.The times they shared felt OVERWHELMING now, causing a swift swelling within her heart and  BETWEEN her thighs. Her knees felt shaky causing a rift in the stature of, nearly BUCKLING with anticipation. All she wanted to do was FEEL him touch her, control her BODY in the wondrous ways he USED to. 

The minx in her grows with CONFIDENCE, untangling her lithe digits from within the fabric of his shirt and palms PRESSED slowly against his abdomen, TRAVELING to the outer linings of his ribs, and exploring the missed canvas of his frame. There was something so SERENE about him, even though he was EXPLOSIVE. Every caress lined over her flesh, made memories flash in her mind like the light of FIREWORKS. They’ve been here before, their bodies entwined in this very corridor, LACED within each other’s DESIRES. It was all she needed at the time. There was a small HITCH in her chest, teeth CLENCHED together to avoid the squeak threatening to escape her. It was like electricity with his touch. She started tugging him closer, hiding her HEATED flesh against his chest, avoiding the passive stares from their intrigued audience. 

 Right now, Christian felt so FAMILIAR yet so far away, like EVERYTHING had JUST happened but it’s been years since. Lips plump out, a firm pout coiling over LONGING features, curling digits grab his shoulders and CLING to the his frame. She inhaled, hard, listening as the words felt like a KNIFE stabbing her heart, head shakes, taking in his scent, and eyes widen with a gilded softness. “Please don’t think of it like that--- I did something with the time I was GIVEN. I made discoveries, and saw the WORLD. I didn’t leave to HURT you.” People don’t leave gangs, especially if they wee BORN into it. Ana spent hours questioning how everything would WORK, if he was even stable enough to just LIVE among the normal populous. His lips made her’s tingle, a small MEWL cooing, ankles locked just above his midsection, arms WRAPPED around his neck as her lips LINGER over his as she nods eagerly, CLUTCHING him closer to her frame, afraid to let go. 

It didn’t take LONG before he settled in his foot steps, her face was hidden within the crook of his neck and she peaked up, BLINKING eyes gazing around the updated vicinity. 

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lonexwolfxgabe:

It took him a little bit to hammer the point home for Ana, but he was happy she was already so bundled up in the thoughts, that she slowly saw no point. It was a slow process, but he figured that with her, that was the best. It was good enough for her to get to seeing the picture. When she follows what he says, she will have her freedom, and when she did not, then she would not have any. He smirked as Ana broke into a small sob and nodded her head – knowing that her pride would not want him to give any indication that he won, which was fine. Baby steps, was the key. “Good girl.” He said, as his fingers brushed in between her legs, feeling her crotch and feeling up her folds from within her leggings that she wore.

Fingers curled into balled up FISTS, tears staining the portrait of her face as each saline drop slid down, her cheeks STUNG with heat. He was touching her most PRIVATE part in the MIDDLE of the living hall. She hiccuped, shaking her head softly as her knees buckled in, landing her palms on his KNEES to keep her from falling completely to the ground. Pleading eyes glance up at him, BEGGING him to look deep inside and STOP his foolish games. As she slowly slid down to her knees she PUSHED her cunt against his fingers, body completely betraying everything she stood for. 

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lonexwolfxgabe:

It almost seemed that Ana was at a tipping point and that he was very much close to actually reneging the whole thing and take her back to the attic himself, as she stomped her feet and bit down on her lip, looking desperate, angry and miffed at him, as he heard the question. “Oh, very simple, Miss Vanderbilt.” Gabe answered. “Let’s just say that I have a preferential treatment on you and that I could make things easier for you. But the question is, would you want to take up on the offer or would you want me to take you back to the attic?” He said, as the hand slipped over Ana’s crotch and grabbed it. “That, and think about it. All I ask in return is this, for your complete and total obedience, for your freedom here.” Gabe spoke quietly, lips curled into a smirk. “You see, in their eyes, you’ve been a bad, naughty little girl, Ana. And you should be set straight and be taught things.”

All the color in her olive cheeks DRAINED, heart escalating and beating CHAOTICALLY. He was RUINING her, completely diminishing all aspects of her NATURE. The humiliation was UNBEARABLE. Hands clammy and knees beginning to tremble from her WEAK stature as tears started to PRICKLE at the edge of her glistening HAZEL pools, and dropping as soon as she slammed her lids SHUT, and a WHIMPER beams out in a CRY. Ana couldn’t verbally say it, PRIDE was a hellion and it was STRONG in her. There was a mere NOD of her head in recognition, as a loose sob dazed out into the open air. It felt as if she had been PARALYZED.