Deon Rizzi. "While he is a gentle and collected man around his family, that doesn’t translate into business. When it comes to the Rizzi family and doing what is needed to ensure their rise to power, Deon is vicious, bloodthirsty, and willing to do whatever it takes to win, no matter what the cost."
Sitting behind his large mahogany desk, Deon's deep set cobalt eyes fixed upon the dossier in front of him. His slender fingers gripped the manila folder, and he sat back in a silent repose, musing over the task he was going to set the woman who was due to arrive at any moment.Â
Kiss Me Like You Wanna Be Loved | Part 1 | Derina Flashback
Summary: Katerina crashes a Rizzi party, and her and Deon experience their second encounter.
Loud music filled the air, the bass kicking so hard that Katerina swore that she could feel it in her chest. It had been her brother's choice to crash the Rizzi party and, as always, had left her on her own. As she leaned against the wall of the crowded room, her eyes landed on a familiar face, Deon Rizzi. He was with a girl, one who was far too close for her liking. Why she was jealous, she had no clue, but she knew that she had to do something. Stepping through the crowd, Katerina approached Deon from behind, cocking her head to the side as she spoke. "Would you look who it is. Evening, Deon."
Deon’s eyes locked on to Lucia’s lips, as she spoke the words he’d wanted to hear. “Lead the way,” she told him. A smile curved at his lips. He’d take her out back and fuck her brains out. He placed his palm to her back, about to lead her outside, when another voice caused him to stop dead in his tracks. He turned to face the girl, the girl he thought he’d never see again. He stifled a smile, and observed her for a moment. “Hello stranger.”
Although it was obvious he was trying to hide a smile, Katerina let one curve across her red lips without hesitation as she raised an eyebrow. "I'm not disturbing anything, am I?" Truth be told, she didn't really care. In fact, she hoped that she was. Looking from Deon to the girl by his side, she looked her up and down once before returning her gaze to him.
“Mm, Lucia and I were just on our way outside,” he said with a slight smirk. He turned to Lucia her, and bit down on his bottom lip for a moment before adding: “why don’t you get another drink and I’ll come find you a little later.” The girl looked annoyed, but nodded at him. “Yea, alright,” she said before walking off. Deon turned back to Kat. “So what are you doing around here?”
"Goodbye, Lucia," she quipped, waving at the girl as she got lost among the sea of faces. Stepping closer to Deon, she bit the inside of her cheek before talking. "Does it matter? Aren't you happy to see me?" Katerina inquired, looking up at him with a grin.
Deon laughed and shook his head. “Always with the mystery.” Looking down at her, he stepped in, closing the gap between them entirely. “I might be,” he breathed against her lips, his head hovering inches away from hers.
Katerina shrugged, pursing her lips for a moment. "Life is more fun with a little mystery, don't you think?" As he came closer, she kept eye cotact and moved a hand to his chest, her fingers toying with the buttons on his shirt. "Only might? I'm hurt."
He smirked, knowing full well who she was. Katerina Monti, heir one of the rival mob families. After a night with his father, studying dossiers of the Monti family, he’d been shocked to find that the girl he’d met months ago, and had a steamy session with in his Ferrari, had been the future Monti boss. “I think you’re hiding something,” he toyed. “Well how about we go upstairs, and I’ll show you how happy I am to see you.” He placed a hand to her hip, his thumb dipping underneath the material of her shirt, just above her skirt, and ran in small circles across her skin.
"Isn't everyone?" she fired back calmly, wetting her lips as her eyes stayed locked on his. As his finger traced circles on her lower torso, she gasped quietly, biting down on her bottom lip as her eyes fluttered shut for a brief moment. A smirk spread across her features as she sucked in a deep breath, regaining her focus. "Are you always so hasty?" she questioned, but took his hand and began tugging him towards the stairs.
He respected how quickly and calmly she reacted. She was undoubtedly a mobster through and through. He felt satisfaction tug at his insides as she pulled him towards the stairs. “Why waste time when we could be fucking?” he said plainly. Truth be told, no he wasn’t. But there was something about the Monti that set his loins on fire. He’d wanted her again since their first encounter, and hadn’t been able to get her out of his mind. Once they reached one of the guest bedrooms, he closed and locked the door behind them, before stepping into her, crashing their lips together.
Being with him was a bad idea, Katerina knew that all too well. She wasn't sure why she'd been pulled towards him the moment she laid eyes on him, but she couldn't help herself. Something about him drove her absolutely crazy. "I like the way you think," Kat chuckled as they entered the room, only to have him pressed against her moments later, his lips on hers. Letting out a low moan, she wasted no time in unbuttoning his shirt, trailing her fingers down his bare chest as soon as it'd floated to the ground.
If his father found out he’d gone near this girl again, well, he’d not be pleased. Deon knew that, and he knew he was doing wrong, but he couldn’t help himself. He pushed her gently towards the bed, lowering her down upon it to lie on her back. He stood over her and removed his belt, with a slick glare in his eyes.
This was stupid, a terrible choice, but when she was around him, she couldn't think straight. The only thing that she could focus on was him. As her back met the bed and he began fiddling with his belt, her throat went dry for a moment as she watched him before reaching back to undo the zipper on her dress, sliding it down to her feet before kicking it towards the floor, leaving her in her bra and panties.
He kicked his shoes off, threw his belt to the floor, his shirt next, followed by his pants and socks. His eyes didn’t stray from her body once as she undressed, and he climbed on top of her in just his boxer shorts. He pushed her legs open gently and straddled her, his palm running along the inside of her thigh.
As Katerina watched him undress himself, she could feel excitement pooling up within the pit of her stomach. Soon enough, he was on top of her and her lips found their way to his neck, biting gently as his hand explored her legs. Slowly, her lips worked their way down to his collarbone and her body began to tremble gently in anticipation.
**
Some time later, his body lay on top of hers, their skin sticky and their breathing ragged. He dipped his head down to kiss her once more, before rolling his body off of hers and trying to catch his breath. It had been as good as their last encounter, and as fast paced and passionate. He lay there in post orgasmic bliss.
Running a hand through her now tangled hair, Katerina panted desperately for breath, her eyes closing as she tried to regain composure. A few minutes later, she let out a breath and moved to stand up from the bed, moving to gather her clothes in silence. She'd been in this situation enough to know that there was no point in her sticking around and that it was more than likely that he felt the same. After all, he'd gotten what he wanted.
As she moved to redress, he sat up and supported himself on his palms. “Hey, where you goin?” he asked incredulously. He stared at her for a moment. That was it? Usually, he’d feel relieved when a woman knew to take her stuff and leave. He had no interest in double dipping or sticking around for pillow talk or any other kind of post coital shit. But with her? It was different. “We’ve got all night.”
Katerina tugged on her dress, looking over her shoulders furrowing her eyebrows. Was he just trying to be nice or was it genuine? Something about the look in his eyes told her that he truly wanted her to stay. Still, the more time she spent with him, the deeper she fell and the more dangerous their little game became. "It's probably best that I don't," she mumbled, tying her hair back with the elastic she has wrapped around her wrist.
“You always do what’s best?” he raised an eyebrow.
Katerina chuckled, moving to take a seat on the edge of the bed. With her hand on his, she looked him in the eye once more. "I should really go."
He leaned into her, placing his free hand to the back of her head and brushed her hair off of her shoulder. “Probably,” he said quietly against her mouth as he kissed her lips slowly.
"I'll...I'll go in a few minutes," she whispered quietly, meshing her lips with his as she leaned into him.
He nodded, his lips brushing against hers. Leaving them inches from hers, breathing and taking in her breath his hand came up to fleetingly whip off her hairband as he dipped a finger within the elastic. Next was the dress, luckily she hadn’t zipped it back up and it was easy to slip off of her shoulders.
The moment her dress had been slid off of her shoulders, she moved to kick it off once more, sliding to hover over him while their lips moved together with ease.
He pulled her on top of him gently, so she sat on his legs, her chest against his own. He continued to kiss her slowly; a pace he’d never cared to go with a girl before. “We have all night,” he repeated. “We can take our time. Take it slow,” his arms wrapped around her frame, holding her against him.
Pulling away from the kiss, she leaned her forehead against his, a small smile creeping onto her face. Resting a hand on his cheek, she nodded, stroking his cheekbone with her thumb. Taking things slow, that was something she'd never done before. With him, however, she was wiling to try.
Deon reciprocated her smile, and placed his hand upon hers that rest against his cheek. He moved it down over his lips, and kissed her palm, before wrapping one arm over her shoulder and the other around her waist. He held her tightly, his lips peppering her neck with kisses.
**
Katerina lay wrapped in Deon's arms, in a post-orgasmic bliss for the second time that night. Without thinking, she began to trace patterns on his chest, still trying to regain composure after their gentle love making. "I should go," she yawned, her voice low.
It was so wrong. It was so wrong; Deon couldn’t believe what he’d done. He’d made love to the woman who was to become his most deadly adversary. He lay with her in his arms, looking up at the ceiling, and tried his best to regret the acts he’d just committed… but he couldn’t. It was so wrong but it had felt right. He couldn’t explain it. “Mm,” he muttered, not wanting her to go but not wanting her to get in trouble with her fathers or brothers. Though he figured they may be used to her not coming home, if they ever found out she’d been with him… Not that he’d let her get in trouble, if need be he’d tell them he’d forced her into everything with him.
Never before had Katerina felt so whole. She felt as if this was something she'd been waiting so patiently for, but had no clue that she'd wanted. He'd made her feel so safe, warm, and most importantly, loved. "I mean it. I'm..I'm going to go. After I smoke," she decided, lazily turning in his arms to pluck a cigarette from her purse and light up, taking a long drag and blowing the smoke into the dark room. This was horrible. They were going to be enemies some day, be forced to undermine and make attempts to destroy each other, yet here they were. Feeling so strongly for someone struck a bit of fear into her. For once, she cared about someone else, their feelings and their well being. It was strange, but a welcomed change, though she'd never admit it out loud.
“Okay,” he said quietly and guided her hand over to his lips, taking a hit from her cigarette, much as he had months ago during their first encounter. He watched as the smoke waft to the ceiling. This was strange for Deon. He’d never really given a fuck about a girl, least of all a Monti. He hated them, but not as much as the Marinos. They were responsible for the death of his mother, and hate was an understatement. He wanted them all to burn. Where the Monti’s were concerned, getting rid of them, it was purely a matter of business advancement. As he laid with her, he wished it didn’t have to be that way. “You ever wish things could be different?” he asked hesitantly. She knew who he was, but she didn’t know he knew her identity. The question was generic, and he wondered what her answer would be.
After he'd blown out a cloud of smoke, Katerina brought the cigarette back to her lips, inhaling the nicotine deeply before breathing it out a few seconds later. She curled a little closer to him, running her foot up and down the length of his lower leg, his question piercing her right in the heart. Did he know? No, it was impossible. She'd been careful enough, hasn't she? She'd taken every precaution to hide her true identity. "All the time," she sighed, shaking her head immediately after. "But they aren't. There are so many things that you can't change, no matter how badly you want to. You learn to live with them and you move on."
“Yeah,” he sighed. She was right. He moved his arm towards him, causing her to move even closer to him. “It’s a damn shame though.” Had things been different, he thought maybe they’d have been good together.
"Something on your mind?" Katerina inquired, taking one last drag before snuffing out her cigarette with her fingers and flicking it towards the ground. "You seem...I don't know. Forget it." What she wanted to say was sad, upset even, but didn't want to step over any lines for a change. She needed to go, she reminded herself, but she remained stuck to his side.
As her cigarette ended, he hoped she’d stay where she was. To his pleasure, she didn’t seem to be making a move. “I’m fine,” he smiled at her. There was no use feeling sorry for himself, especially in the last remaining…minutes, or hours he had with her. What was he? Some kind of fucking pussy? He chided himself. He kissed her deeply, his hand cupping her cheek.
She returned his kiss without hesitation, one hand resting on his bicep before she pulled back and laid her head on his chest, feeling sleep begin to wash over. "I'm leaving in a few minutes," she reminded him, her eyes slowly beginning to flutter shut.
He observed as her eyes shut, and smiled to himself. “Alright.” He kissed her forehead, and laid his head back against the pillow, closing his own eyes, and letting his fatigue take hold.
Deon's heavy footsteps could be heard against the marble floor as he walked within his large home, having returned from a night of business. "Kat?" he called out. The place was silent, and his voice was loud enough to carry.
Katerina
Turning onto her side, Katerina brushed her hair from her face, her eyes fluttering open with a soft yawn. "In here," she replied weakly, her voice a dead giveaway that she'd been asleep.
Deon
He made his way toward their bedroom, unbuttoning his shirt cuffs. By the sound of her voice he could tell he'd woken her. After removing his shirt he sat down on their bed beside her, and smoothed the hair out of her face. "How was your night?"
Katerina
"Productive. Yours?" As she spoke, she placed her hand on top of his, a small smile creeping across her features. She'd tried waiting up for him, but somewhere along the way she'd managed to drift off. "I trust that you got done what you needed to do?"
Deon
He smiled down at her. By productive, he knew the present he'd gotten her had been destroyed. "Mm, productive too." He nodded. "I did. Are you too tired for that swim now?"
Katerina
She shook her head, slowly moving away from him to push herself into a sitting position. "I'm up for it if you are. I think we should take a little detour to the vault first, though. What do you say?" she inquired, swinging her feet over the side of the bed.
Deon
Deon shifted to sit next to her and took off his shoes. "I was hoping you'd say that," he let out a soft laugh. He was curious to see what she'd been up to. "Give me five." He stood and grabbed his trunks from his dresser, moved into the bathroom and washed his face with cold water, and quickly changed.
Katerina
After he'd made his way to the washroom, Katerina kicked the blankets off of her small form and moved to slide on the first pair of sandals she could find, not bothering to change out of her nightgown. She knew from former experience that it'd be off the moment they reached the pool anyways. As she waited, she leaned against the door frame of their bedroom, tapping the tip of her toes against the hardwood floor.
Deon
Walking back out he hadn't bothered to dry his face. He cast her a wink and slapped her bottom. "Let's go. Show me your handiwork, dear."
Katerina
As his hand made contact with her backside, a soft squeak forced its way out of her lips, followed by a laugh. "Be quiet or you'll wake someone," she warned, making her way down the stairs to the basement, where they were greeted by a monstrous door. Tugging the key out of her pocket, Katerina opened the vault, leading him inside where a mangled body lay in the middle of the floor, blood splattered all over the concrete walls. "I had a bit of fun with your hammer."
Deon
He smirked as they walked to their destination, the extremely large high security vault he'd had built into the property. It was only opened by a specific key. Deon had one, and Kat a copy. His eyes widened slightly at the sight in front of him, not out of surprise, but out of pride. "I can see that," he grinned. "How long were you bludgeoning him before he finally stopped breathing?"
Katerina
She shrugged, surveying her handiwork. She couldn't help but feel an overwhelming sense of pride fill her, just as it had a few hours ago. "Not long, he was a bit of a lightweight. When he woke up, he made a few comments about how he didn't think a woman could do much damage. He stopped talking very quickly." Grinning, she tucked himself into his side, looping an arm around his waist.
Deon
"Prick," he breathed lowly and laughed. Anybody who underestimated his wife was a goddamn fool. He tucked her further into his side by placing an arm to her shoulder and pulling her closer, kissing her forehead. "Part of me wishes I could have been around to see the look in his eyes when he realized how wrong he was."
Katerina
Resting her head on his chest, nuzzling closer to him as her hand ran up and down his lower back. "He got what was coming to him, don't worry. I'm sure you'll have more opportunities." Leaning up, she pulled him into a slow kiss before leaning her forehead against his. "What do you say we go out to the pool now, hmm?"
Deon
He kissed her back, turning into her. "Let's." Taking her hand he led her out and shut the vault behind them, walking in the direction of the pool. "I'll have one of the guys come by and clean up the mess." Just before they exited onto the terrace where the pool was located, he picked up a wall phone and dialed a number, letting Robert know the situation, to make sure it was handled - Robert knew where he kept his key to the vault in his office, and making sure he and Kat weren't disturbed.
Katerina
As Deon talked to who she could only assume was Robert, Katerina stepped out to stand poolside, slipping her silk nightgown off of her shoulders until the smooth material pooled at her ankles. She kicked the article of clothing away and began to step into the water, letting her hair down as she did.
Deon
“Yeah, yeah,” Deon said absentmindedly as he caught sight of his now very naked wife getting into their heated pool. “I gotta go.” He hung up and followed her, slipping into the water. He approached her from behind, and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her back into him.
Katerina
As Deon's arms surrounded her, Kat smirked and leaned back into his embrace, lying her head back against his shoulder. "Mm, hello to you too," she chuckled out, tauntingly slipping out of his grip to swim a few feet away.
Deon
“Hey, where you goin?” he shook his head with a grin as she swam away.
Katerina
"Nowhere," she insisted, fully immersing her body in the warm water before swimming closer to him, wrapping her arms around his neck.
Deon
His arms fell to her hips, pulling her even closer. “That’s better.” He began kissing her lips deeply
Katerina
As he pulled her closer, Katerina wrapped her legs around his waist, making it easier to float in the water. Their lips moved against each other's easily. "I bet you're glad we decided on the house with the pool, hmm?"
Deon
Deon moved them over to the edge of the pool, pressing her against it. His lips ran from her mouth to her neck. “Am I ever,” he mumbled against her skin before sucking down.
Katerina
A satisfied sigh came from Katerina as his lips made contact with her neck and she leaned into his touch, trailing a hand down his side. "Are you going to tell me what happened tonight?"
Deon
Deon’s movements stopped. He pulled back slowly and raised an eyebrow at her. “You wanna talk about that now?”
Katerina
Katerina groaned, taking the opportunity to mimic his precious ministrations and leaned forward, her lips pressing to his lower neck. "We can multitask."
Deon
Deon sighed, but it ended in a low moan as her lips pressed to his neck. “You really wanna know, don’tcha?”
Katerina
"I do," she stated firmly as her tongue flicked across his damp skin, her legs tightening around his waist.
Deon
Deon smirked. “How badly?”
Katerina
She gently bit down on his skin, letting out a soft moan. "Badly."
Deon
“That bad, huh?” his hands ran down her back, gripping her ass and giving it a squeeze. “Guess I’ll have to tell you then, won’t I?”
Katerina
As his hands made contact with her ass, Kat groaned, biting down a bit harder on his skin before moving her lips to his ear. "Yes please," she whispered.
Deon
“That body we found beaten to death in his home, Carson, one of our dealers. I liked the guy; he was one of our highest earners. Turns out some schmuck had a problem with him getting his little girl hooked on crystal meth. Showed up with his sons and battered the shit of him. So I paid him them a little visit with our son.”
Katerina
"Mm, what a shame. I always liked Carson," she mused softly, trailing her hands down his chest.
Deon
“But enough about that,” he said as he began to grind her lower half against his own.
Katerina
The moment he began to grind against her, all thoughts of business left her kind. Katrina pressed her lips against his tightly, threading a hand through his hair.
Deon
In that moment he wished he’d taken his shorts off before entering the pool. He reciprocated the kiss, their lips meshing with passion.
--
Katerina
With a blanket draped across them, Katerina lay curled up to Deon's side, tucked neatly underneath his arm. As they gazed at the stars in a comfortable silence, she reached across to her purse on the table, plucking out a cigarette and lighting up.
Deon
Deon’s eyes scoured the sky, lingering upon the brightest stars. The night was quiet, and the only sounds heard were those of the animals and insects of the summer night. “You see those? Up there?” He pointed to three stars forming a triangle. “That’s the… what do they call it? Uh, Summer Triangle. Yeah, that’s it."
Katerina
Snickering softly, she leaned back a bit to inspect the cluster of stars he was referring to. "The Summer Triangle? I've never heard of that. You're making it up, aren't you?" she chuckled out, taking a long drag.
Deon
“Nah,” he shifted. “I read a book in high school.” Deon had been an average student, could have been above average if he’d applied himself, but he had exceptionally high grades in science. He loved it, not that he ever told anybody. “It’s called the Summer Triangle.”
Katerina
"If you say so." Shifting a bit, Katerina wrapped an arm around his waist, resting her head on his shoulder. "You're a nerd deep down, aren't you?" she teased, peppering his skin with gentle kisses.
Deon
He cast her a look with a slight smile, raising a brow. “Forget it.” Taking the cigarette she’d just lit he pinched it between his index finger and thumb, and took a long drag, before flicking the butt to rid of the ash over the side of the deck chair. Exhaling smoke he watched as it drifted upwards, and trailed a finger across her arm.
Katerina
"It's okay to admit it. I won't tell a soul." After he'd flicked away the excess ash, she opted for taking his hand and bringing it to her lips so that she could take a slow drag instead of taking the cigarette back.
Deon
“I’m no nerd,” he insisted, holding the cigarette to her lips. “I used to throw nerds into dumpsters and steal their lunch money.” He snickered. “But science… it’s alright.”
Katerina
"We have that in common. Throwing nerds into dumpsters, I mean." She pulled herself closer to him, her eyes fluttering shut as she reached a heightened state of bliss. "I was a fan of English. Orwell was always my favorite."
Deon
Deon cracked a smile. “I bet you were a little hell raiser in high school. We’d have that in common too. Took a baseball bat to the principal’s office once. That didn’t fly too well…” he remembered the beating he’d gotten when he got home and chuckled. “Orwell, eh? I knew that. You’ve got a copy of 1984 up there somewhere.”
Katerina
"I did what I could, but it sounds like you were a lot worse than I was, believe it or not. I went to Catholic school, uniform and everything. My dad thought it'd instill some good in me," she chuckled, rolling her eyes. "All I did was argue with the nuns, take a few virginities, and smoke outside of the chapel. I remember wanting to go to public school so badly. I think they wanted me to leave too," she snickered, reaching over to take another hit off the cigarette. "Mm, I do. Have you ever read it?"
Deon
Deon couldn’t stifle the laughter. He could imagine the nuns trying to control her, and he was laughing until told him about her sexual deviancy – he frowned. “Mm, they all had sticks up their asses, what I did they had coming if you ask me.” After she took hit, he placed it to his lips and took a long drag. “Public school, that’d been something.” He wondered what would have happened had they been placed in the same school. “What do you like about it so much? The book I mean.” He shook his head. “Nah. Never read that one.” Â
Katerina
"I bet they were happy to see you leave, huh?" As she spoke, smoke drifted out of her mouth, forming a cloud in the cool, night air. "I begged and begged my father to let me leave, but he was set on private school. The dystopian society thing kind of fascinates me. Plus, Winston and Julia are rebels. I appreciated that," she finished with a laugh. "You should read it or watch the movie, but the movie rendition is terrible."
Deon
“You could say that,” he laughed. He nodded at her answer, the rebel thing definitely made sense. “We could stick the movie on,” he suggested. “Wouldn’t have to watch it.” He pulled her in for a kiss, smirking against her lips.
Katerina
"I don't think we've finished a movie in years," she mumbled against his lips with a grin, reaching a hand up to rest on the side of his face.
Deon
“Ha, you’re right. The last one we got through from credit to credit was Julius Cesar with my old man.” He smiled at the memory, and placed a single kiss to her lips.
Katerina
It was actually a pretty good movie," she recalled, tucking her head into the space between his neck and shoulder.
Deon
“Mm, Marlon Brando. What a guy.” He yawned, and as the cigarette finished he stubbed it out with his thumb and flicked it. The gardener would clean it up.
Katerina
"It's getting late," she yawned quietly, tracing small patterns on the inside of his palm.
Deon
“Yeah, you’re right. Let’s go inside.” He said quietly and kissed her forehead.
Summary: Deon and Katerina meet for the first time.
Deon
Deon inspected the .45 in front of him, before lining it up and aiming. He fired one, twice; thrice - hitting the target between the eyes, the throat, and the heart.
Katerina
Watching the man from behind for a few seconds, Katerina cocked her head to the side as he shot the pistol that was nestled between his hands. From the moment he'd walked into the shooting range, she'd had her eye on him, although she couldn't pinpoint what it was about him that drew her in. Sauntering forward, she stepped forward until she was directly behind him, her chest only a few centimeters away from his back. "You've got good aim," she said lowly, a smirk curving across her lips.
Deon
Before turning, a small smirk crept across his features. He'd known the beautiful blonde had had her eye on him from the moment he'd walked in - he'd known, because he'd had his eye on her too. She was the kind of beautiful that could make a man lose his mind. Deon turned slowly, capturing her gaze. "Mm, that's what they tell me." He smiled slightly, "I'm curious to see yours."
Katerina
Once his eyes caught hers, she bit down on her bottom lip, willing herself to step closer to the man. Katerina wasn't one to get nervous around men; quite the opposite, in fact. Around him, however, she felt the need to try a little harder just to catch his attention. It seemed now that she had it. "I'm not so sure you'd like to see with so many people around. It'd put your shots to shame."
Deon
His gaze fell from her eyes to her lips. They were plush and slightly swollen from her teeth biting down upon it. He had the overwhelming urge to mesh them with his own. He finally looked up at her again, her comment telling him that she was either a Monti or a Marino. Perhaps an assassin, if she could even match his impeccable aim. He made a mental note to keep his guard up around her. "Is that right?" he smirked. "That's a big statement. Now I really have to see."
Katerina
"It is," she confirmed, her voice taking on a low, raspy tone as she spoke. Without shame, her eyes traveled across his body, lingering on his chest before moving to rest upon the gun that he was clutching in his right palm. "Don't say I didn't warn you." Reaching forward, the blonde took the pistol from him, turning to face one of the targets in front of her. She took a second to line up her aim before pulling the trigger, lodging a bullet dead where the target's chest would be. Taking one more shot, she landed one in the middle of its forehead before turning back to face him, a smug grin gracing her lips.
Deon
Deon couldn't help but find not only her looks, but her demeanor, incredibly attractive. The way she took his gun, and fired perfect shots turned him on. "Impressive," he nodded. "I'm impressed." He stepped in a little closer, and took back his gun. "And you're right," he leaned in to whisper in her ear. "There are far too many people around." He pulled back, letting his face linger in front of hers.
Katerina
Reaching her hand out, Katerina brushed her fingertips down his biceps down to his forearms, sucking in a deep breath before shrugging. "Maybe we should go somewhere with a little more privacy then. It's getting a little too crowded in here for my tastes." She leaned forward so that their chests were touching and she bravely made eye contact with him once more. "That's only if you're up for it, of course."
Deon
"I like the way you think," he told her quietly. If it was a trap, well his bodyguards weren't far away, and he'd keep a close eye on the woman's movements at all times. Usually he'd have bid his goodbye to a woman who could shoot like that who'd come out of nowhere, but this woman drew him in. He had to have her. "Care to take a drive? I have a nice ride, if I do say so myself."
Katerina
Katerina recognized the boy with ease; he was a Rizzi, someone her father had told her to stay far away from. Still, she'd never been one for keeping the rules and she couldn't help but feel an immense pull towards him. If push came to shove, she knew how to defend herself with ease. "I'd love for you to take me for a ride," she purred, her grin only growing. "Lead the way."
Deon
Deon reached out to take the woman's hand, leading her out of the shooting range. Once in the car park he walked her over to his ferrari, and opened the door for her. "Here we are."
 Katerina
Impressed by his car, Katerina raised a brow, tossing him a smirk over her shoulder. She was sure her brother would wonder where she'd run off to, but it was his own fault for not letting her shoot with him and his friends. She'd let him sweat for a bit; he deserved it. Climbing into the seat, she made sure that her dress crept up just slightly as she crossed one leg over the other. "You weren't lying about your car."
 Deon
"Mm," once he was in the driver's seat he turned on the engine and they were soon driving off. He knew a secluded spot nearby, it had a nice view of the city, and he'd take her there. "And you weren't lying about your aim."
 Katerina
"Of course not." She could already feel herself growing excited over the prospect of him on top of her, kissing her, and even touching her. The thought alone was enough to send her mind into a frenzy. As she watched him out of the corner of her eye, her hand crept across the console, finding its way to his thigh and slowly beginning to creep up.
Deon
"Where did you learn to shoot like that?" Deon felt her hand upon his thigh, and smirked a little, but kept his gaze on the road, though he could see her with his peripheral vision. He had noted how small her hands were back at the shooting range, and as it crept up he couldn't help but desire her tiny fist around him.
Katerina
"Does it matter?" she inquired, knowing better than to reveal the true answer. If she did, she knew that there was a good chance that this would end badly. After giving his thigh a gentle squeeze, she removed her hand and placed it back in her lap. Deon
Deon
His tongue darted out to wet his lip, his mouth dry now she'd taken her hand back. He wanted more. "No, it doesn't." He returned the teasing act by letting his own hand reach across, and rest upon her thigh.
 Katerina
As his hand made contact with the bare flesh of her thigh, Katerina's eyes fluttered shut and she sucked in a deep breath. "You should focus on the road," she chuckled, placing her hand on top of his
Deon
Deon turned to look at her slightly. She knew what she was doing. It was then that he realized she was a firecracker, and probably mindblowing in bed. He took his hand back and turned back to the road, knowing they'd arrive soon.
Katerina
The blonde stretched her legs out, flicking a strand of loose hair behind her ear. With her eyes locked on him, she crept her fingers up and down her thigh slowly, unable to hide her smile. Katerina bit down on her bottom lip, moving her hand just a touch higher, letting her fingers dance along the band of her panties before placing her hand back at her side.
Deon
Deon was relieved as they reached their destination, as her next movements had begun to drive him crazy. He stopped the engine at the top of the hill, and took no notice of the sight of the city before them. Instead his eyes were locked on his passenger.
Katerina
Keeping her eyes locked on his, Katerina tucked her fingers around the waistband of her panties, slipping them down her legs and tossing them to the floor with a smirk
Deon
Deon returned her smirk as he laid eyes on her discarded panties. Reaching out a hand, he pulled her in to kiss her lips passionately, the way he'd wanted ever since the shooting range.
Katerina
Intertwining a hand into his hair tightly, Kat happily returned his kiss, letting out a soft groan as his lips meshed easily against hers.
Deon
His hand crept across the skin of her thigh, moving upwards and dipping underneath her skirt. Meanwhile, his tongue darted inside of her mouth, swirling with hers as they kissed so effortlessly.
Katerina
The sensation that his hand created caused her toes to curl. Desperate to be closer to him, Kat grabbed hold of his shirt, tugging him nearer to her, the hand that had been in his hair moving down to rest on the waistband of his pants.
Deon
He sucked down on her bottom lip, his teeth nipping her softly as he found himself suddenly closer to her. His hand crept up higher, and his thumb brushed over her clit.Â
Katerina
Katerina let out a soft gasp, tingles running up her spine. "Off," she growled, tugging just a bit harder at the fabric of his shirt.Â
Deon
Deon complied, unbuttoning shirt and tossing it to the floor, his toned and ripped physique was now free from the confines of the material. He didn't tell or ask the woman a thing - but his hands reached out to pull her shirt over her head. His hand then flicked back the lever that controlled his seat angle, and rest it back, before placing a hand to the back of her head and pulling her into himÂ
Katerina
As soon as his shirt had been removed, Katerina couldn't help but let out a low moan at the sight of his bare chest. Moments later, her top had been removed and she was pulled towards him. The moment she regained her composure, the blonde began trailing kisses from his chest back up to his lips.
Deon
He let out a low moan as her lips met his chest. He pulled her close again, but this time followed through and guided her over the console to straddle him. He splayed his palms upon her stomach, his hands running up her body slowly as he kissed her lips passionately.
Katerina
Her legs moved to rest on either side of his hips, leaning into each and every one of his caresses. "Dio, I want you," she groaned out, her hands moving to work on undoing his belt.
Deon
"It's mutual," he breathed against her lips as his hands reached around to unclasp her bra. He threw the material to the passenger seat. Blood began to rush southward at the sight of her naked breasts.
Katerina
Finally loosening his belt, Kat tugged it out of its loops, tossing it to the side as her fingers worked feverishly at his jean buttons, her lips caressing his jawline.
Deon
After she'd removed his belt he helped her out as her fingers worked his buttons by tugging his jeans and boxer shorts down till they fell around his ankles. His erection sprang free.
Katerina
Immediately, she moved a hand to wrap around his member, her lips moving up to meet his once more. The taste of him was assisting and she couldn't seem to get enough.
Deon
He moaned into the kiss as her hand wrapped around him, something he'd desired. His hands met the back of her skirt and skillfully unzipped the material, pushing it down her hips.
Katerina
Her hand began to move in small circles as her hips moved in time with his movements, aiding him in his conquest to remove her skirt. "Scopami," she groaned out, her forehead falling against his.
Deon
Once her skirt was removed, he kicked off his boxers and jeans that lay around his ankles, his member still within her hand. He throbbed as she moved in circles. "Come si desidera," he said before he took her lips rougly and shifted their weight, laying her down where he'd just been sitting and lowering the chair further, before wrapping her legs around him and entering her.
Katerina
Her body moved wherever he guided her, complying with his every movement. The second she was on her back, her arms wrapped around his neck and her legs around his waist, her eyes squeezing shut as entered her.
Deon
He groaned in pleasure and began to thrust in and out of her, his hands gripping the top of the seat. He lowered his head down to her neck, and began to trail his teeth against her skin.
Katerina
Katerina moved her hips against his, her head falling back to meet the headrest as his teeth found her neck. "F - fuck," she groaned out, digging her nails into his back
Deon
He grunted through grit teeth, and thrust in deeper, harder, moving faster. Their bodies slapped against each other and he moved to rest his forehead upon hers.
Katerina
As his forehead met hers, Katerina connected their lips once more, a string of low moans tumbling from behind her bruised lips as her legs wrapped around his waist tighter.
Deon
He took her lips hungrily, and supported himself with his left arm as his right trailed down her body, cupping her breast. He moaned against her, thoroughly turned on as they fucked against the seat of his sports car.
Katerina
His hand on her breast elicited a squeal from the Monti, causing her fingers to dig deeper into his skin. "Harder," she groaned out, in a state of euphoria.
Deon
Deon obligued immediately, as he took back his hand and supported himself. He fucked her harder and faster, thrusting his hips, burying himself deep inside of her with every back and forth movement.
Katerina
Her mouth fell open, forming an 'O' shape as he thrust into her. She could feel her climax approaching, she she held off, not wanting this experience to end. "Oh god. Fuck!" she called out.
Deon
He moaned deeply, throbbing inside of her. His movements suddenly stopped, as he hoist himself up by holding the space of seat next to her hips. He then wrapped his arms underneath her back and suspended her off of the leather, holding her tightly and elevated as he began to fuck her again.
Katerina
Katerina's small began to tremble in his arms, her skin now slick with sweat. Her fingernails dug into his back, tearing downwards. "I'm so fucking close! Don't stop!"
Deon
His moan was loud, her nails scratching his skin raw. He was close too, and he didn't dare stop. Sweat trickled down his forehead as he continued to support her body off of the seat and pound into her.
Katerina
A loud scream echoed throughout the car as her climax washed over her, sending her into a state of complete and utter bliss. Her toes curled as her body relaxed slightly in his arms, her legs and arms still wrapped around him tightly.
Deon
As she screamed he realized he could let himself go, and he rode her through her climax at the same momentum. He was soon moaning deeply as he emptied himself inside of her. He lowered her back down on the seat, still inside of her and riding himself through, whilst gasping for air.
Katerina
Katerina lay limp against him, a huffing, sweaty mess. Lazily, she leaned in for a slow kiss before leaning her head against his shoulders as she panted against his skin.
Deon
He took in the feel of her lips before she moved her head against his shoulder. He finally pulled out of her, and rest his forehead against the seat beside the blonde's head, trying to catch his breath. His chest expanded and contracted quickly against her breasts as he panted, their sticky skin meshing still.
Katerina
A grin settled across her features as she basked in her post-coital state. One hand came up to brush a piece of hair that had stuck to his forehead away from his face. Slowly, she began to trail kisses from his jaw all the way across his collarbone.
Deon
He smiled as she peppered his skin with soft and slow kisses, before shifting their weight. He placed her on top of him as he laid down upon the seat. Panting still, he looked down at the tiny blonde and without thinking he pulled her in for a long, deep, kiss.
Katerina
Returning his kiss, Katerina placed both hands on either side of his face, adjusting to their new position. She pulled away to catch her breath, resting her forehead against his, tracing her thumb along his cheekbone.
Deon
Deon gazed up at her, her finger trailing across his cheek. As they both tried desperately to catch their breath, they breathed heavily against one another's lips. Her eyes were so blue, iridescent in the light. He placed a hand to cup her cheek, and kissed her softly as though they were old lovers.
Katerina
A smirk curved across Katerina's lips as their eyes met. When she was around him, everything felt so effortless, like they'd been doing it for years. She leaned down and kissed the tip of his nose, a soft chuckle bubbling out from her.
Deon
A grin turned into a soft laugh with her as she kissed the tip of his nose. He brushed her hair away from her face, and cupped both of her cheeks. She really was beautiful. They hadn't been talking; they hadn't needed to. The silence was comfortable.
Katerina
After soaking in his gaze, Katerina let out a soft sigh, her tongue darting out to wet her lips before she spoke. "We should get going," she mumbled reluctantly, intertwining their fingers.
Deon
His eyes fell to her lips as she wet them, and as he decided to take them with his own again she spoke. He made no movement, but simply gazed at her for a moment, before nodding. "Mm, yeah." He reluctantly placed a hand to the seat's lever and rest the seat forward. "Watch your head," he said, taking a hand to the top of her head to make sure she didn't hurt herself on the ceiling.
Katerina
As he moved the seat forward, Katerina slowly made her way back to the passengers side. She kept her hand on his for a few minutes before returning it to her lap, slowly beginning to redress.
Deon
He kept his eyes upon hers, holding her gaze as she kept her hand upon his. It was a deep stare, until she finally broke it. He continued to look upon her for a moment longer as she redressed, before reaching for his clothes himself. Once they were both fully dressed, he started the engine and drove off.Â
 Katerina
As he moved the seat forward, Katerina slowly made her way back to the passengers side. She kept her hand on his for a few minutes before returning it to her lap, slowly beginning to redress.
Deon
He kept his eyes upon hers, holding her gaze as she kept her hand upon his. It was a deep stare, until she finally broke it. He continued to look upon her for a moment longer as she redressed, before reaching for his clothes himself. Once they were both fully dressed, he started the engine and drove off.
Katerina
As he drove, Kat fished a cigarette out of her purse, lighting up without bothering to ask him if he minded. To be honest, she really didn't car either way. She'd be gone soon enough.
Deon
He drove fast, his usual style of driving, and side glanced at her as she lit up. He reached over and took it from her, and after taking a long drag, he passed it back with a slight smirk.
Katerina
Without protest, Kat handed the cigarette over to him, amused a she took a hit off of it. "I wasn't sure if you smoked or not. I would've offered you one."
Deon
“I’m trying to cut down,” he shook his head as he looked back at the road. “You’re a bad influence.” He changed gear and ran a hand through his hair.
Katerina
"Not the first time I've heard that," she chuckled, flashing him a wink as she took a quick drags, opening the window to let fresh air in.
Deon
“I bet,” he looked her up and down. Oh she was a minx; she was bad, and he liked it. Soon, too soon, they reached the parking lot of the shooting range. He parked in a bay and let the engine die.
Katerina
When they finally reached the shooting range again, Katerina collected her purse and looked over to his side, a sly grin crossing her features. "Thanks."
Deon
He leaned over a little, placing his arm to the back of her headrest. “What’s your name?” he tilted his head a little, intrigued by the mysterious woman. “I’m Deon Rizzi.”
Katerina
"I know who you are," she informed him, shrugging as she unbuckled her seatbelt. Before she opened the door, she leaned across the console and took his lips, slipping out of the car a moments later.
Deon
Deon became wide eyed at her comment and her nonchalant demeanor as she slipped out of the car. He immediately opened his door and stood up, his palms pressed flat against the roof.  “Hey, you wanna see me again?”
Katerina
"I don't think so," she called back, turning on her heel to face him, her grin only growing as she continued to back away, clutching her purse to her chest. "Maybe I'll see you around, hmm?"
Deon
He frowned, his mouth open slightly as he watched her back away. Well fuck! He climbed back into his car, and kept his eyes on her till she’d disappeared from sight.” What a fuckin’ woman,” he mumbled to himself.Â
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