Introduction
Emilia Greyson is a beautiful women, who, in her prime of life, was one of Hollywood's most sought after movie stars. She and her two children lived a life of glamour and fame, that was, until she no longer seemed to be landing roles. As many in the public eye will tell you, one day you're in every tabloid, the next, you're nowhere to be found. She became "washed up" and, what's more is that she gambled away the money she made as a star. For the last few years, she and her two children have been scraping to get by, while at the same time, trying not to let anyone know it.
That is, until Emilia reconnected with an old flame of hers, Vincenzo Verona. The man is filthy rich and extremely powerful, seeing as he's head of the Italian mafia. Emilia charmed the man and now the two of them are married.
Only there's a couple of problems. For one, the Verona children do not like their new "mother". Also, much more troubling, their children hate each other. Or so it seems. Will this marriage save the Greyson family, or will it end up causing more problems then it solves?
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Girl One || Age: 17 || Sister of Boy One || Falls for Boy Two || Emilia Greyson's daughter || FC Amanda Hendrick
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Boy One || Age: 19 || Brother of Boy One || Falls for Girl Two || Emilia Greyson's son || FC Josh Beech
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Girl Two || Age: 19 || Boy Two's twin sister || Falls for Boy One || Vincenzo Verona's daughter || FC Luanna Perez
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Boy Two || Age: 19 || Girl One's twin brother || Falls for Girl One || Vincenzo Verona's son || FC Ash Stymest
Vincenzo Verona
Boy Two's and Girl Two's father || Married to below || Head of Italian mafia || FC Daniel Craig
Emilia Greyson
Boy one's and Girl one's mother || Married to above || Ex movie star || FC Famke Janssen
Killian "Killer" Di'Cristo
Girl One's boyfriend || Works for Vincenzo Verona || FC Theo James
Trixie Bellini
Age: 21 || Boy Two's girlfriend || Sleeping with Vincenzo Verona || FC Rosie Huntington-Whiteley
Victoria Barrow
Age: 19 || Best friends with Girl Two, they occasionally fool around || Daughter of wealthy family || FC Kristen Stewart
Devon "Reaper" Benedetti
Age: 27 || Vincenzo's Godson || Does most dangerous work for Vincenzo || Dating Girl Two || FC Ronnie Radket
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The Grayson-Verona house party had been underway for the past two hours. Half the population was already wasted while the other half of the population was still trying to get black out, vomit in your friend lap wasted. The party was being thrown only in light that Vincenzo Sr. and Emilia were in Cancun to celebrate their one year anniversary. Leaving the estranged sibling of the Grayson-Verona house hold alone for two long weeks. It was the first time they’d been alone without their parents since the two had been married.
Things were so bad between the step-siblings it took all four of them to convince the two they’d be fine. It was a wonder the four hadn’t killed each other about the only thing they could agree on was having a party. None of them would have to see each other if they didn’t want to and they could just get fucked up.
At the current moment, the music was obscenely loud, it was a wonder the cops hadn’t been called. Vinny sat on the couch, smoking a joint, he was calm and that was a good thing for everyone. Coby was sprawled out across the couch, her head laying in her brother’s lap, while she smoked her own joint. She’d already been shot up and drank a whole bottle of tequila to herself. She was feeling particularly nauseas as the room was spinning around her.
Lend up against the couch on the floor, Victoria sat seeming to be looking at nothing and everything at the same time. She was high as a fucking kite and Coby couldn’t help but laugh at Tori. Mostly because she was high. The room was starting to settle again and Jac knew she was coming down from her high and she was glad she hadn’t thrown up. Vinny affectivity petted her hair, while his other hand rested on her stomach like they were a couple, earning looks from what remained of the sober good kids.
Coby would have already been upstairs in her room fucking Devon if he wasn’t speeding the night in jail. Coby couldn’t remember why he was there, but she was a little relived. She didn’t feel like fighting and they seemed to do more of that then ever lately. She was pulled from her thoughts when her eyes very shortly caught a small black blur run through the living room.
“Fucking hell, are you kidding me!” She spat irritated as she stood up. Vinny seemed confused by her sudden movement and grabbed her wrist pulling her back down to the couch, he lend in then and kissed her cheek making her smirk, realizing he was playing into the people who were staring at them like they were some kind of freak show and she almost stayed and started running her fingers along his chest until she heard the incisive yapping, even over the music.
She pulled away quickly and slipped away before he could stop her again. She managed to find her incompetent step-brothers annoying little dog in the kitchen barking at a couple making out. She had half a mind to put the thing out of its misery and bury it’s body in the back yard. Instead she grabbed him and held him away from her body like she was disgusted. She made her way up the stairs and paused outside Anthony’s door. She made a disgusted noise when she could clearly heard loud moans coming from the other side.
Still she didn’t bother knocking as she opened the door. “He fucker keep you God damn dog away from the party or he might just go missing.” She said tossing the dog gently into the room before slamming the door behind her with every intent to head to her room, shoot up and call it a night.
Vincenzo had spent most of the party on the same couch with his sister and Victoria. There was a certain high he got from freaking people out by being a little to close with his sister and maybe it was the simple, sociopath in him that just like to see people squirm. He was glad that his father was gone, at the same time though he was left in charge with the help of Devon. The two of them worked well together, they were a dangerous team, through Killian in the mix and they were unstoppable. However, he couldn’t exactly be unstoppable with one of his guys in jail and the other more than likely off fucking his step-sister.
His eyes lazily followed Coby as she slipped into the kitchen before he sighed and stood himself. He pulled Victoria to her feet, she didn’t oppose. She was high, maybe a little too high in all honestly. He slipped an arm around her waist as he walked her through the house and up a private flight of stairs that led to on room, Cody’s ridiculously large room, that was meant to be a family living room or even a game room, but it was given to her.
“Alright Vic.” Vinny breathed as he laid her in bed. She reached up wrapping her arms around his neck and he pushed her away before it could go any further. He’d never been nor, was he ever going to be interested in Victoria. He’d known her practically his entire life. After getting her settled he slipped back down stairs and into the kitchen.
The music had slowed drastically, causing more strangers to find someone to make out with. He rolled his eye as he opened the fridge to grab another beer from it. He popped open the top and lend against the counter only for his eyes to catch Killian and his step-sister practically fucking with clothes on, on top the counter. He kept his eyes on Kiera for a long moment, watching her enjoy the way Killian touched her and a part of him wondered if he could make her feel more.
“Kill, my hot ass step-mom pretends to prepare food on that counter. Have some fucking respect man.” He smirked, managing to insult Kiera’s mothing in both a degrading and rude way. He took a swig from the beer before continuing. “For the record I think you could do a lot better.” He said honestly. His words were meant for Killian, however he was looking at Kiera like the words were meant for her.
He slipped out of the room then and into the back yard where it was a bit quitter. He made his way up on top the roof of the house. He was exhausted. There was a reason Trixie wasn’t at the party. They’d fought and he’d hit her and slammed her face into the marble shower. He felt like shit for it and she’d left last night and had yet to come home, hell he wasn’t even sure where she was. He’d tried calling her several times. He lit himself a cigarette, before taking a long much needed drag and laying back on the roof.
There was a party going on in the house that Keria's mother's husband owned. Her mother and step-father were away. It was their one-year anniversary and they were taking a two-week trip. It was remarkable really, that the two had been together so long. The way Keira's mother went through husbands, she'd have thought that Vincenzo would be history by then. Various step-fathers had always been coming in and out of her house since the day she was born, some not even staying long enough for her to really even remember their name. Yet somehow, Emilia Greyson was still married to Vincenzo Verona.
Which she pretty much hated. Sure, she liked that the man was rich and her family was no longer broke, but that was about it. She hated the Verona twins and hated the fact that her brother was working for her new step father. He'd dealt drugs to keep her family from going bankrupt for a long time and that was risky, but the kind of work he was starting to get into now was downright dangerous and she fucking hated it. She didn't want to lose her brother. Especially not because he was working for a prick that he really didn't owe his loyalty to.
She'd thought that the two-weeks without their parents would be complete and utter hell, seeing as the Verona twins and Greyson siblings couldn't get along to save their lives, but it actually hadn't been so bad. Well, it was really only the first night, but still, they'd thrown a huge fucking party so Keira hadn't seen either of the Verona twins all night, thank god. The girl, Coby, just pissed her off and irritated the hell out of her, while the boy, Vinny, was constantly getting on her nerves and driving her crazy. If she wasn't seventeen, she'd probably have already moved out. She kept begging Anthony to move out so that she could go live with him. She hated her mother anyway.
The party was incredible at least. She'd gotten shitfaced and extremely high within the first hour. Killian, her boyfriend was there with her so, of course, she was attached to his hip all night. She hated him if she was being honest, but there was something about him she couldn't quite shake. He treated her like shit, but he fucked her better then anyone. Besides, he was dangerous and reckless, which she honestly couldn't get enough of.
They'd only spent about an hour or so at the party before slipping up to her bedroom and spending another two hours fucking. When they'd finally finished, she'd slipped on his t-shirt and a pair of ripped shorts and he'd slipped his jeans on and they'd gone back downstairs to join the party again. They'd gotten high and drunk all over again and had been in the kitchen, making out for quite a while.
Things were getting pretty intense. Killian had slipped a hand into her shorts and starting touching her while he kissed her and Keira knew anyone around them could clearly see, but she was too fucked up to care. She let out soft moans and moved her body as close to his as she could possibly get it, kisses hot and fast, covering his jaw, neck, and bare shoulders. She started to kiss his chest when she heard Vinny's voice from across the kitchen. “Kill, my hot ass step-mom pretends to prepare food on that counter. Have some fucking respect man.” He said with a smirk and Keira rolled her eyes and glanced at him over Killian's shoulder as he continued to touch her. Honestly, she didn't care about the insult to her mother. She hated her mother anyway. It only irritated her that Vinny was interrupting her and Killian. “For the record I think you could do a lot better.” He said then.
Keira wasn't entirely sure whether to be insulted or amused. He'd said the words like he was speaking to Killian, but he wasn't looking at Killian, he was looking at her. Regardless, the statement bothered her enough to push Killian away. He raised a brow at her and ran his eyes over her, able to read the irritation in her body language. "You're going to let him get to you? He's an idiot baby, come on." He practically cooed, trying to get her back in the mood to make out with him again. He grabbed her jaw roughly and pressed his lips hard against hers, knowing she liked it when he was a little rough.
This time, however, she pushed him away. "The moment's gone Killer." She said with a simple shrug. He rolled his eyes and she watched him as his eyes drifted off her and onto a blond girl across the room that was shamelessly batting her lashes at him. Keira let out a disgusted scoff and shoved him away harder, hoping off the counter. "Seriously?!" She spat bitterly before grabbing a whiskey bottle and slipping out of the room, making sure to brush roughly into the girl as she passed her on her way out. She slipped out to the back yard and sank into one of the pool chairs, popping her whiskey bottle open and taking a long swig, hating Killian and hating Vinny for interrupting them.
For two weeks, him and Keira were left home alone with the Verona twins while their mother was gone on her one year anniversary with her latest husband, Vincenzo Verona. The first thing they'd done, of course, was throw a huge party. It wasn't that they were celebrating anything. It was more the fact that they fucking hated each other and they needed a way to all coexist in the same house and yet not kill each other. He'd had to step in between Keira and Coby several times over the past year since the marriage to keep the two from killing each other.
He knew, after the party was over, it was bound to be a fucking disaster. But for the moment, at least, he'd decided not to care. There was a huge party going on, why not at least enjoy it while it lasted? So that's exactly what he did. He'd shot up and taken way too many shots until he was so fucked up, he couldn't really think straight, which was exactly how he liked it.
He would have spent some time hanging out with Keira, because he hated her boyfriend Killian and he'd rather hang around his little sister then let her be around Killian, but, unfortunately, Killian had gotten to her first. So instead, he'd spent the party with several random girls. He made out with one girl in the hall, received a lap dance from another in the living room, and fucked a another girl in the bathroom.
At some point, he'd taken two girls upstairs, best friends apparently, it didn't matter though, he didn't know their names, all he knew was that they were hot and willing to fuck him. He spent quite a while fucking the two of them in his room. The two of them were making out and touching each other and he was watching, about to join in and start fucking them again when his door opened and he glanced over to see Coby in the doorway. He rolled his eyes.
She was holding his dog, Tubs, like she thought he was disgusting. The sight would have been funny if she hadn't just interrupted a threesome. “Hey fucker keep your God damn dog away from the party or he might just go missing.” She said tossing Tubs into his room and then leaving. Tony raised a brow as his dog ran over to him and jumped up on the bed. He just smirked and stood, pulling his jeans on before picking Tubs up and opening the door again.
He spotted Coby in the hall and leaned against the wall as he set Tubs on the floor, letting him run back downstairs, knowing it would annoy her. "That wasn't very nice of you." He said with a smirk, wanting to get on her nerves a little, finding it amusing and a little funny to piss her off. "I think you owe Tubs an apology." He said, raising a brow and running his eyes over her, knowing she'd get pissed off.
She heard his door open up and she already knew him well enough to know he was going to taunt her and she couldn't stand him. He knew better than even Devon how to get under her skin and she wasn't use to that. She was use to being the one to get under everyone's skin. That little shit of a dog ran past her again and she clenched her jaw as he raced about the hallway, tongue hanging from his mouth.
"That wasn't very nice of you." he breathed and she turned to see that ever present smirk that she honestly couldn't enough of on his lips. She was drawn to that cocky smirk, not that she'd ever in a million years admit that. She scoffed as his cool posture as he leaned against the wall. "I think you owe Tubs an apology." she rolled his eyes when he shamelessly ran his eyes over her.
She had talked to her father and Vinny about moving out, for the simple fact that she couldn't stand the Grayson siblings. They were trashy and honestly gave the Verona family a bad name. She walked across the hallway pausing in front of him and she couldn't deny the heat between them, the only time she was ever that close to him was when he was stepping in between her and Kiera before a deadly fight broke out. She chalked up the hot electric feel between them to the fact that she was full of drugs and liquor anyone's body heat felt incredible.
She glanced to his open door behind him, the girls not seeming to care that he was no longer in the room as they continued to touch each other. She glanced back to him a disgusted look on her face. "I don't owe your mutt a damn thing Ant." she breathed, she called him Ant for two reason's one because he was obnoxious like ants were and two she knew he wasn't really fond of it. "This is my fucking house, I'm Queen bee. You just live here because my father feels sorry for your worthless ass." she smirked holding his eyes,
"I could have you kicked out of this house quicker than you could even realize what the hell happened." She said holding her eyes. "All I have to do is say you fucked me and I didn't want it." she shrugged. "Daddy won't question it...Vinny will beat you ass and Devon will help." she said holding up fingers like she was counting all the people she had in her corner. "Your mother won't stand up for you, she likes my dad's money way too much and Killian...he can't stand your ass." she smirked. "Don't fuck with me." she threatened.
He wasn't sure how long he'd been on the roof but eventually he'd gotten bored like he often did. In fact he had plans to leave the party all together and find something else today. Robbing a liquor store seemed like a decent idea. He had plenty of money to buy the entire liquor store, but he was bored and had nothing better to do. He hopped down off the roof, the backyard was seemingly empty, everyone aside from the blacked out bodies seemed to be inside. He stepped over bodies before his eyes fell on Kiera.
He smirked lightening himself a cigarette as he walked over to where she was. He swiped her bottle of liquor and quickly downed it as if it was water, finishing what was left of it in one quick drink, before tossing the bottle away. He glanced down to her still sitting in the pool chair a amused smirk on his lips as he took a long drag off his cigarette.
"What's wrong? The trailer park queen isn't having fun?" he raised a brow taunting her. "Did I ruin the pouty princess's public fuck." he breathed out a breath of smoke. "Tell me Kitten, what's it like to know your mother is a money hungry little bitch?" he taunted. "I have no idea why you hate my sister and I so much? Your practically in dted to us." he shrugged. "Anyways, have a nice night." he said before turning and making his way back towards the house.
He was cruel and he knew he was. He didn't give a shit though. He hated the Grayson's because as far as he was concerned their mother only wanted their father for his money. Which naturally pissed Vinny off he was protective of his family they were everything to him. He knew that Kiera hated the situation just as much as any of them, but the difference was he could say fucked up shit to her and get away with it. If he said half the shit he said to her, to her mother his father might beat the shit out of him.
He breathed out another breath of smoke and there was something honestly so cool about him, it was easy to see why everyone was so drawn to him. He paused then a wicked smirk on his lips as he glanced back over his shoulder at her. "For the record you'd look a whole lot sexier if it was my dick in your mouth." he breathed calmly like he as simply suggesting she put a jacket on. "You really could do a whole hell of a lot better Kitten." he said before continuing towards the house, flicking his cigarette away.
Keira sat outside drinking for a while, trying to convince herself not to go back inside and find Killian again just so he wouldn't fuck some other girl. She glanced up to see Vinny standing over her smoking a cigarette casually and she rolled her eyes. She fucking hated him and his bitch of a sister. He got under her skin like no one else. He stole her whiskey bottle from her then and her jaw clenched tightly as she watched him finish it off. She wanted nothing more then to hit him.
"What's wrong? The trailer park queen isn't having fun?" He asked, taunting her and she had to look away, trying to contain her irritation. "Did I ruin the pouty princess's public fuck. Tell me Kitten, what's it like to know your mother is a money hungry little bitch?" He continued and she rolled her eyes. Honestly, she hated her mother just as much as he did. She was a gold-digging bitch. "I have no idea why you hate my sister and I so much? You're practically in dted to us." He shrugged and she just scoffed. "Anyways, have a nice night." He finally finished, turning and heading back towards the house.
Keira rolled her eyes and took out her cigarettes, lighting one quickly, glad he was gone and trying to keep herself from going after him and letting her rage out. His footsteps paused before reaching the house though and she rolled her eyes as she took a drag off her cigarette, knowing he wasn't quite done yet. "For the record you'd look a whole lot sexier if it was my dick in your mouth." He said, making her whole body tense. "You really could do a whole hell of a lot better Kitten." He finished before continuing towards the house.
Keira wanted to ignore him because she knew reacting would just give him exactly what he wanted, but she couldn't help herself. He drove her fucking crazy. She stood and turned towards him, letting out a breath of smoke. "Are you supposed to be better then Killian?" She said with a scoff, like the thought the idea was ridiculous. "You're an even bigger prick then he is." She laughed cruelly, rolling her eyes.
"Why don't you stop telling me how much you hate my mom, and go tell her?" She spat, walking towards him. "I mean, unless you're too scared of daddy." She laughed as she passed him and slipped up to the house. She opened the door before pausing and turning to glance at him, her eyes running slowly over him, taking him in like she was checking him out. "For the record," she breathed as she brought her eyes back to his, voice low, like she was going to say something sexy, flirtatious smirk on her lips. "You're delusional if you think I'd ever even touch you, let alone blow you." She said with a cruel laugh before turning and slipping into the house, heading for the kitchen to get a new bottle of liquor, seeing as he'd stolen hers.
Coby walked across the hall, pausing right in front of him and Tony just smirked down at her. There was hear between them, that was pretty obvious, and wether it was the drugs or just the fact that she pissed him off, he wasn't sure. He did his best to ignore it. He saw her eyes glance towards his room where the two girls were before giving him a disgusted look and he just scoffed and rolled his eyes. "I don't owe your mutt a damn thing Ant." She breathed, causing him to raise a brow. "This is my fucking house, I'm Queen bee. You just live here because my father feels sorry for your worthless ass." She smirked holding his eyes and he rolled his.
"I could have you kicked out of this house quicker than you could even realize what the hell happened. All I have to do is say you fucked me and I didn't want it." She shrugged and his jaw clenched. He really fucking hated her. "Daddy won't question it...Vinny will beat you ass and Devon will help. Your mother won't stand up for you, she likes my dad's money way too much and Killian...he can't stand your ass." She smirked and he hated that she was more then likely right. When it came down to it, he mother was vain and selfish. She wouldn't care that he was the only one of her two children that even have a damn about her. All shed care about was the Verona money. "Don't fuck with me." She finally threatened.
Anthony just grabbed her upper arm and spun her so that her back was against the wall. He boxed her in quickly with a hand on either side of her head, doing his best to ignore the heat between them as he leaned in extremely close, holding her eyes. "It's cute that you think you can scare me princess." He smirked, raising a brow. "Threaten me all you want, you don't get to me." He scoffed, pulling away from her, eyes running over her as he lit a cigarette and took a drag.
"And don't give me disgusted looks for having a fucking threesome either." He spat at her simply. "I know you've had them. That best friend of yours is more then just a friend, any idiot can see that." He said with a smirk, raising a brow at her. "You seem to think my sister and I are trash, but sweetheart, you're no fucking better." He laughed, taking a drag off his cigarette.
He grabbed her by her upper arm roughly and spun her so the her back was pressed against the wall and his skin burned into hers. Her jaw clenched and her heart pounded in her chest. For a split second, for the first time since she’d met him she wondered what he was like in bed. She hated that the thought had even crossed her mind, he was her fucking step brother and he was a piece of shit at that. He lend in intoxicatingly close and she held her breath as she held is eyes.
"It's cute that you think you can scare me princess." He smirked and she bite her lip. "Threaten me all you want, you don't get to me." He scoffed as he stepped away, his eyes running over her as she lit a cigarette and something about the way he looked at her made her feel vulnerable and naked. She was scary good at hiding the fact that he was getting to her though.
"And don't give me disgusted looks for having a fucking threesome either." she clenched her jaw and she knew where he was going with his words and she wanted him to stop. "I know you've had them. That best friend of yours is more then just a friend, any idiot can see that." He smirked as she couldn’t stand to look at him, she hated that she looked away from his eyes then. Hearing it out loud made her hate herself for her feelings towards Victoria. "You seem to think my sister and I are trash, but sweetheart, you're no fucking better." He laughed and her eyes shot back up to glare daggers into his. She reached out taking his cigarette from him.
“Your mother’s a washed up piece of shit who gambled away all your money, because you didn’t mean shit to her.” She spat cruelly her word venomous. “My family is the apex of criminal royalty.” She breathed with a wicked smirk on her blood red lips. “My father killed my mother because she raised a hand to us.” She said honestly. “Don’t kid yourself baby, we are a million times better then you.” She practically purred.
She moved past him then and headed for the stairs needing to get away from him. She paused at the top of the staircase though glancing back to him. “And who I fuck or who my friends are is none of your damn business.” She breathed before slipping down the stairs.
"Are you supposed to be better than Killian?" she said with a scoff and he merely watched her calmly. "You're an even bigger prick then he is." she let out a cruel laugh and there was something alluring about her cruelness and he just held her eyes as she continued to bitch at him. "Why don't you stop telling me how much you hate my mom, and go tell her?" she spat moving towards him. "I mean, unless you're too scared of daddy." she laughed and he only smirked amused by her fight.
There was a part of him the wanted so badly to break her, like he’d done a million times, not just to girls but to victims of his. Her words didn’t even phase him. She walked past him towards the house and he raised a brow as she paused, turning back to look at him. Her eyes ran over him, like she was going to say something that might pull him in, but he’d known her long enough, studied her for her for the past year to know well enough she was playing her games.
"For the record," her voice low and seductive and he brought his hand up rubbing his jawline a smirk on his lips waiting for whatever stupid thing she was going to say. "You're delusional if you think I'd ever even touch you, let alone blow you." she let out another cruel laugh as she disappeared into the house.
Her words had triggered something in Vinny, not anger, not rage, but a lustful pursuit. Girls practically fell into his lap. Half the time he didn’t even flirt with them and they were ready to fuck him. She however was a challenge and despite his father’s warning and his moral compass telling him that she was his sister, maybe not by blood, but still his sister he wanted to prove to her that he could make her want to fuck him or at the very least prove to her that he was better than Killian. So regardless of everything inside him shouting at him not to go after her, he did exactly that and followed her into the house.
He caught her riffling through what was left of the full liquor bottles on the counter. He didn’t care that Trixie could come home any minuet, Killian might see them, or her brother might round the corner and seeing them together would piss him off none of that matter as he walked up behind her. He move in behind her pressing her body hard against the counter with his own so her hips were pressed so hard against the counter it was bound to leave bruises.
He moved her long shirt up just enough so the his fingertips could dig into the bare skin of her hips. While his other hand wrapped tightly around her neck. His chest pressed to her back, his fingers digging into her skin, any girl in their right mind who knew who Vinny Verona was would sell there soul to be in the very position Kiera had found herself in in that moment. He used his grip on her neck to force her head to rest against his shoulder while he rested his cheek against hers. He had her in a position where if she tried to move she couldn’t.
“You’re a tragic disaster sweetheart. A train wreck who hides behind her pretty smile.” He whispered darkly. “Just like your mother.” She breathed against her skin. “Blowing me, would make you a better slut. I may be delusional as fuck, but so are you.” He breathed. “I know you can’t fucking stand him, come one kitten…” his words like velvet. “Don’t pretend you haven’t had wild fantasy’s about fucking your step-brother.” He smirked against her skin. “I know I’m better then Killian. This world your mother’s married you into is one big twisted game of chess.” His voice suddenly becoming more wicked. “Killian’s a pawn, I’m the mother fucking king.” He said before releasing her and slipping out of the kitchen.
Keira went into the kitchen and started looking through what was left of the liquor bottles, searching for something good to take up to her room and drink until she passed out. Before she could decide on something, however, someone moved in behind her. It was Vinny. Her jaw clenched instantly, knowing he wasn't done yet. He wasn't the type to let someone else have the last word. He'd fight her until his very last breath if it meant he could win the fight.
Instead of saying something cruel, however, he pushed her forward so that his hips were forcing hers so hard against the kitchen counter, she knew it would leave bruises. She bit her lip hard, hating that, for some fucked up reason, there was hear between them as he kept her pinned there tightly. Vinny lifted the shirt of Killian's that she was wearing until his hand could grip her hip roughly, fingertips digging into her skin in a way that honestly drove her nuts. She had to bite her lip hard and close her eyes tight to concentrate on hating him. She wouldn't let him win. She refused to give him the satisfaction of her moaning or her breathing picking up.
He gripped her throat tightly then and Keira's jaw clenched. She almost wanted Killian to walk in the room just so that things would end before she was tempted to do something stupid like kiss her fucking asshole of a step brother. Vinny forced her head back, resting his cheek on hers and she closed her eyes, holding her breath, waiting for whatever he was going to say to her. “You’re a tragic disaster sweetheart. A train wreck who hides behind her pretty smile. Just like your mother.” He breathed against her skin and that pissed her off. Being compared to her mother was like a slap in the face. She hated her fucking mother.
“Blowing me, would make you a better slut. I may be delusional as fuck, but so are you.” He continued and her jaw clenched tightly. “I know you can’t fucking stand him, come on kitten…” He said, tone smooth as velvet and she hated that he was right. She couldn't stand Killian. She was only with him because he was a good fuck and she liked his attention. “Don’t pretend you haven’t had wild fantasies about fucking your step-brother.” He smirked against her skin and her whole body tensed, hating that him saying that made her wonder what he was like in bed.
“I know I’m better then Killian. This world your mother’s married you into is one big twisted game of chess.” He said, tone becoming more wicked and she bit her lip hard. “Killian’s a pawn, I’m the mother fucking king.” He said before releasing her and slipping out of the kitchen. Keira took a second to compose herself. She had to. Something about his touch had been electric and she knew she couldn't go after him thinking about the heat between them. She focused on the comment he'd made about her being like her mother, grabbing one of the liquor bottles as she went after him.
She hurled the bottle at him without really thinking. It just barely missed the back of his head, shattering against the wall in front of him instead. "You're a fucking asshole." She spat at him bitterly, tone dark, still trying to shake that weird heat between them, but determined not to show it. It wasn't that easy to break her. She was tough. "You don't know shit about me, don't act like you do." She hissed angrily, glaring at him. "And the next time you fucking touch me, I'll fucking kill you." She spat venomously.
Coby stole his cigarette and Anthony raised a brow, but didn't do anything, despite the sudden urge he had to slap her. "Your mother’s a washed up piece of shit who gambled away all your money, because you didn’t mean shit to her.” She spat cruelly, making his jaw clench tightly. He knew that about his mother, he wasn't an idiot, he couldn't exactly defend her. Still, it stung to hear it coming from someone else. “My family is the apex of criminal royalty.” She breathed with a wicked smirk on her bright red lips that both pissed him off and amused him at the same time.
“My father killed my mother because she raised a hand to us.” She said and he knew that was probably true. Her father was a dangerous guy. “Don’t kid yourself baby, we are a million times better then you.” She practically purred and he just scoffed. She past him then, heading for the stairs before pausing and glancing back at him. “And who I fuck or who my friends are is none of your damn business.” She breathed before slipping down the stairs.
Anthony just laughed. She really was something, that was for sure. Hell, he had two hot women making out and touching in his bed, and yet he liked the idea of fighting with her more then joining back in the threesome. Something was seriously wrong with him. He followed after her, refusing to lose the fight just because she'd had the last word and walked away. Something about her drove him crazy and he loved it and couldn't fucking stand it at the same damn time.
"That's right princess, you keep hiding behind daddy." He called after her with a wicked smirk. "Every time someone says something you don't like, go right ahead and threaten them with daddy's name." He scoffed, grabbing her arm as he caught up with her and whirling her back to face him, holding her eyes. "Tell me, does daddy know that his little girl is a whore that fucks anything with a pulse?" He asked with a wicked smirk, wanting to hurt her.
Jacoby wanted to be anywhere but there. She honestly wished for the first time in a long time that Devon wasn't in jail. Then her interaction with her shit head of a step-brother would have never happened. She knew he was coming after her even before she said anything and it honestly pissed her off that he thought he could talk to her the way he was.
"That's right princess, you keep hiding behind daddy." he called after her and she just kept walking letting out a scoff at his words. "Every time someone says something you don't like, go right ahead and threaten them with daddy's name." he scoffed grabbing her arm and spinning her to face him. She held his eyes right back fearlessly. "Tell me, does daddy know that his little girl is a whore that fucks anything with a pulse?" he asked a wicked smirk on his lips and she simultaneously hated and wanted him at the same time ever if it was fucked up.
She ripped her arm from his grip and it took her half a second respond by kneeing him between the legs. A wicked smirk on her lips as she watched him double over in pain. She wasn't going to put up with his shit or his cruel words. The thing with Coby was she was used to getting her way, people didn't tell her no, men in particular didn't talk to her the way Tony seemed to think he could.
She grabbed a handful of his hair yanking his neck back so he was forced to look at her."Touch me again, I'll make sure your ass is out on the streets tonight." she spat "Whore is a nasty word." she spat. "I prefer promiscuous." she breathed. "Go back upstairs Ant, do what you do best and pretend you have no fucking emotions. Fuck thoes girls, get high, and kick them out in the morning." she practically ordered. "I'll go upstairs and I'll drink myself until I black out. We'll pretend this didn't happen." she said before releasing his hair and turning away
He felt the bottle go flying by him, but he didn't even flinch. He simply smirked as it shattered against the wall in front of him. She was stupid for chasing after him, she was even more stupid for trying to start a fight with him. She wouldn't win. There was no one there to save her. Hell he hadn't seen her brother all night and Killian couldn't stop Vinny if he wanted to. Vinny's father was his employer and when it came to his kids, Vincenzo protected them and never questioned them.
"You're a fucking asshole." She spat her tone dark and he merely smirked as he paused, keeping his back to her as he lit himself a new cigarette taking a long drag off it like he was amused by her. "You don't know shit about me, don't act like you do." He turned to face her then, looking her over, not like he wanted her, but like he could see through her. "And the next time you fucking touch me, I'll fucking kill you." she spat venom dripping from every word.
He didn't speak at first he looked up at her, his eyes on hers a cocky smirk on his face as he let out a breath of smoke. Vinny was an incredible human being actually. He could tell a lot about a person by the way they dress or how they talked, it was a trait he'd inherited by his father. He picked up on little thing, that you forgot you even did, he could judge you and ninety-nine percent of the time be spot on. He moved at a leisurely pace across the room towards her, like he had all the time in the world. His full attention her like there wasn't a huge party going on around them.
He paused in front of her holding her eyes, his smirk had faded as a more serious look covered his face. "know you have pretty vivid nightmares." he stated his voice low so only she could hear him. "That your terrified to love anything." he breathed taking a drag off his cigarette. "You like attention, you crave danger." he smirked as he placed his cigarette between her lips and walked her backwards until her back was pressed against the wall. He lend in close so their lips were almost touching. "I know you hate being told your beautiful, cause you already know you are and that you can't stand your mother." he said as simply as if she had it written all over her body.
"I also know that your heart is racing in your chest, because this right now is hot as hell and you know it." he whispered against her lips. "Tell me again Kitten, tell me to stop pretending I know you. I'm not pretending. I know a lot more about you than you think." he breathed holding her eyes. he took a step-back then, taking his cigarette back and taking a long drag off of it. "I touched you again, you gonna kill me?" he taunted.
Keira hated the way Vinny was looking at her. It was like he knew her every secret. She couldn't hold his eyes, she had to look away. When he started to move towards her, her body tensed and she glanced at him again. Her instinct was to back away from him, afraid he might hurt her, but she stayed right where she was, not willing to back down. She never backed down to anyone. Besides, she'd dealt with Killian at his worst, she could handle Vinny.
He paused in front of her and Keira forced herself to look him in the eye as he held hers very seriously. "know you have pretty vivid nightmares." He said, voice low and her jaw clenched tightly. Only Killian knew about those nightmares. Not even Tony knew. "That your terrified to love anything." He said with a drag off his cigarette and she wanted him to stop, but she knew he want done yet. She fucking hated him for being able to see through her the way he was. "You like attention, you crave danger." He smirked and placed his cigarette between her lips.
Keira tried to remain composed as she brought her fingers to the cigarette and took a drag, not wanting him to know he was getting to her or that he was right about what he was saying. She took steps backwards as he took them forward, walking her backwards until she was against the wall and they were so close, she held her breath. The heat between them was fucking ridiculous. She hated him. She shouldn't be drawn to him. "I know you hate being told you're beautiful, cause you already know you are and that you can't stand your mother." He said and her jaw clenched.
"I also know that your heart is racing in your chest, because this right now is hot as hell and you know it." He whispered against her lips and she had to turn her head away at that because she was honestly starting to lose it. Somehow, he was pissing her off and turning her on at the same time. She wasn't sure whether to slap him or kiss him. "Tell me again Kitten, tell me to stop pretending I know you. I'm not pretending. I know a lot more about you than you think." He breathed.
When he took his cigarette back and took a step away, Keira let out the breath she'd been holding and finally forced herself to look at him. "I touched you again, you gonna kill me?" He taunted and she rolled her eyes. Part of her wanted to grab him and kiss him, but she knew it was beyond fucked up. Besides, he was cruel. He'd probably just taunt her about it. The thought was so tempting though, it was honestly agonizing.
Keira took a step towards him, closing the space between them again, holding his eyes. She leaned in close, like she was going to kiss him, pausing with her lips barely grazing his. "You're not worth my time." She breathed with a smirk. She knew if she gave in and kissed him, he'd win. She wanted to badly, but if he wanted her, he'd have to try harder then backing her against the wall. "Go find some whore to fuck." Keira spat as she pulled away from him, slipping past him quickly, back into the kitchen to grab some liquor like she'd intended to do before he'd cornered her and she's chased him down.
Tony knew she hated him, but he'd also seen something else in her eyes for a second. Want. She wanted him and the thought amused him because he wanted her too and yet they both fucking hated each other and they both knew it was wrong. As soon as he'd seen it, however, it was gone. Coby ripped her arm from his grip and he rolled his eyes. That's all he had time to do, however, before she kneed him hard between the legs.
It caught him off guard and honestly, she was dangerous when she wanted to be. He bent over in pain, but he couldn't help but smirk when she grabbed his hair and pulled his head back to look at her. He had to say, that was honestly the first time a girl had ever hit him or given him shit. He liked that she was tough and could handle herself. Probably more then he should have. He couldn't help it. Most girls he knew were delicate and irritatingly simple, but she was complex, dangerous, and tough.
"Touch me again, I'll make sure your ass is out on the streets tonight." She spat and he raised a brow at her. "Whore is a nasty word. I prefer promiscuous." She breathed, making Tony roll his eyes. "Go back upstairs Ant, do what you do best and pretend you have no fucking emotions. Fuck those girls, get high, and kick them out in the morning." She practically ordered. No one ordered order him around. Especially not girls. "I'll go upstairs and I'll drink myself until I black out. We'll pretend this didn't happen." She said before releasing his hair and turning away. Tony rolled his eyes and stood straight, eyes running over her.
"You're a fucking bitch." He spat at her, but he smirked, hating that he was attracted to her bitchyness. "No need to wait till morning, I'm kicking those girls out now." He shrugged simply. He honestly just didn't want them anymore. There had to be something wrong with him. "I'll be in my room if you get tired of drinking alone." He said with a wicked smirk before turning away from her and heading back towards his room, kicking the girls out when he got there before closing the door.
"You're a fucking bitch." he spat but she heard the smirk in his voice and she couldn’t help but smirk herself. She’d have never tolerated some calling her a bitch so bluntly, but for some fucked reason it sounded good coming from him. "No need to wait till morning, I'm kicking those girls out now. I’ll be in my room if you get tired of drinking alone."He said and she turned back to face him honestly a little surprised at his offer. She said nothing in response though. She slipped up stairs to her room where Tori was passed out.
Coby didn’t start drinking right away, in fact she sat in a chair in the corner of her room for a while staring at nothing and trying desperately to forget the way her stupid step-brother made her feel. She wanted desperately to go back to his room to see if he'd really kicked the girls out and even more so, she honestly kind of wanted to see what would happen. She didn't though, it was sick. It didn't matter that they weren't related by blood, they might as well be, he could have very well been her brother considering the past her father and his mother had.
Eventually she crawled in bed with Victoria causing her to wake up, the two shot up and next thing Coby knew she was coming down from a very potent high, she was naked and exhausted. Her and Tori had fucked and she was honestly glad because it had managed to get her mind off of Tony. However, unlike Victoria she couldn't fall asleep and by the sounds of it the party was dead downstairs. She grabbed one of Devon's shirts from the floor, reminding her that he'd be back very soon.
She pulled her red hair up into a bun and grabbed what was left in the vodka bottle on her nightstand which was surprisingly half a bottle. She slipped out of the room, wearing nothing but a big t-shirt the was just long enough to cover half her butt, but you could just barely see her ass haning out. She took a drink from the bottle as she made her way up the stairs to Anthony's room. She paused just outside his door taking another drink before raising a balled fist to knock.
Only it was damn near silent in the house, which meant the party had ended a long time ago and he was probably asleep and she was stupid for even having the idea of going up there. She dropped her hand and headed back towards the stairs.
Vinny was coming down from his high and he was sobering up from all the liquor. He was exhausted and his plans earlier o rob a liquor store seemed boring now. He watched her as she took a fearless step forward. There was a part of him that wanted so badly to get her out of her clothes, but there was another part of him that wanted to play with her and shatter her into a million pieces, to hard for anyone to put back together. The heat between them made him want to do bad things to her.
She lend in and he remained stoic in his emotionless way as her lips barely grazed his. "You're not worth my time." she breathed and he simply rolled his eyes, she was fucking impossible and that was why he couldn't stand her, because she didn't just roll over like every other girl he fucked with. "Go find some whore to fuck." S spat as she pulled away from him and slipped back into the kitchen.
He thought about going after her, hell he had the perfect cruel comment to piss her off, but he knew that was what she wanted. He knew if he didn't stop they never would and it would more than likely get him or both of them in trouble. Had he still been high, he would have chased her in a heartbeat. He ran his fingers through his hair before taking a long drag off his cigarette.
"Cenzo?" he sighed when he heard her voice. He honestly didn't want to deal with what she had to say at the moment. He turned to face her and she looked stressed and exhausted. "I'm sorry I left last night." she breathed walking over to him. He rolled his eyes, like she was the one at fault, he had a way of making people feel like shit about something even if it wasn't your fault. "Baby." she purred as she walked up to him wrapping her arms around his neck, before kissing his lips. He didn't kiss her back, so she pouted a bit before kissing him again and he finally kissed back. "Why don't we go upstairs and you let me make it up to you." she breathed tone low as she ran her fingers.
The thing about Trixie was she was beautiful and well versed in bed. Vinny didn't have to teach her how to fuck, she knew what she was doing, but he didn't love her. Honestly he couldn't really stand her, but having a high profile girlfriend was important for him, it kept their family looking like nothing more what everyone in the normal world knew them as. Attractive, filthy rich socialites.
Vinny didn't come after her and she was honestly thankful. If he did, they'd probably keep fighting and she'd end up in trouble if something bad happened. Either that, or something even worse then fighting would occur. She might be tempted to kiss him and that couldn't happen. It was fucked up. Besides, she hated him. Keira searched through what was left of the liquor, grabbing a bottle of vodka. She opened it and took a long drink, enjoying the way it burned her throat.
With a sigh, Keira grabbed the bottle and turned, slipping out of the kitchen to head up to her room. On her way, she passed Vinny and Trixie in the hall. "Honey, you could do much better." She said with a wicked smirk, glancing at Vinny, throwing his words back at him before slipping around the corner and up the stairs. She opened her door to find Killian passed out in her bed with some blond bitch asleep on his chest. "You've got to be fucking kidding me!" She screamed, waking them.
Before the girl even had the chance to realize what was happening, Keira grabbed her by her hair and ripped her out of the bed, dragging her towards the door. She shoved her out of it, not even bothering to let her find her clothes before slamming the door in her face and whirling on Killian. He was sitting up in bed and lighting a cigarette casually as he smirked at her, like nothing was wrong. "In my fucking bed?! You disgusting asshole!" She spat, taking a long swig from the vodka bottle before whipping it across the room at him.
He ducked at the last second, causing the bottle to smash against the wall behind him. When he came back up, the smug look in his eyes was replaced with rage. "Who the fuck do you think you're talking to bitch?" He hissed as he got out of the bed and lunged at her, grabbing a handful of her hair and yanking her head back hard so she had to look him in the eye. "Say you're sorry or I'll make you sorry." He breathed, voice low and her jaw clenched as she just glared at him.
Keira could see the rage flare in his eyes. He slapped her hard across the face before shoving her towards the bed and forcing her to bend forward over it's side, grabbing her arms and pinning them tightly behind her back. She knew what was coming and she didn't cry or scram or fight him because she knew that would only make it worse. "I'll fuck who I want, when I want, where I want." He breathed darkly as he pulled her shorts down.
Keira let him fuck her roughly, hating every second of it and wanting to fight him, but she knew fighting him was stupid. He'd just hurt her more and drag it out longer. They spent the rest of the party in her room and he fucked her hard and cruelly, like she wasn't anything important to him, not letting her have any drugs, trying to teach her a lesson. When it was finally over, he was asleep and the house was quiet. She lay next to him in bed, smoking a cigarette, feeling downright awful.
She sighed and sat up slowly, her whole body sore. She pulled Killian's shirt on and a pair of panties before sitting on the side of the bed and shooting up. She moved quietly as possible, not wanting to wake Killian. She didn't want to hear his fake apologies for raping her all night. She just wanted to get high and forget it had happened like she always did. Part of her wanted to tell Tony so he'd kick Killian's ass, but she couldn't. She'd never told anyone.
Sure, people knew Killian treated her like shit and they knew he hit her and beat her sometimes, but she didn't tell people that he went as far as rape. It made her feel used, and ugly inside, and disgusting. She'd rather get high and forget it then talk about it. So she shot up and left the room, slipping out silently. She moved through the quiet house without making a sound, stepping over various passed out bodies as she made her way outside. Keira went to the pool and sat at it's edge, letting her legs hang into the water as she lit herself a joint and leaned back on one hand with a deep sigh, enjoying her high.
Once the girls were out of his room and he was alone, Tony sighed, running his fingers through his hair. He wasn't sure what it was about Coby that got him so worked up, but he was glad to be away from her. Spending another second around her would have been bad news, that was pretty obvious. He wasn't sure he'd survive two weeks with her in the house. Hell, even if he could he knew Keira couldn't. Her and Coby would probably kill each other before their parents got back.
He cleaned up his room a little before getting in the shower, taking a nice long one, like he could wash away that intoxicating mix of heat and rage he felt when he was around Coby. It didn't really help though. Tony couldn't stop thinking about her. She was both infuriating and incredible. All he wanted to do was go after her, but once he reached her, it would get bad. Either he'd kiss her or slap her and from there, things would escalate and they'd either fuck or kill each other.
Finally, after his shower, he spent the rest of his night in his room. He got extremely high and drank excessively until Coby was finally off his mind and he was able to get to sleep. He wasn't sure how long he'd been passed out for, but when he woke, the house was dead silent. The party was over, that much was obvious. He sighed and got out of bed, heading towards the door, intending to go downstairs and get another drink.
He stopped at the door though because he could hear something. She floorboards on the other side creaked. Someone was just outside his door and he smirked, knowing who it was. Instead of bursting in this time, there was a second of hesitation before he heard her walking away and he raised a brow. Tony knew he should just go back to bed, but he couldn't resist.
He opened the door and leaned in the doorway. Tony smirked and let his eyes take her in as she was walking away, appreciating the way her t-shirt just barely covered her ass and at the same time, hating himself for thinking about her that way. She drove him insane, he shouldn't think about her that way, he hated her. "You finally get tired of drinking alone?" He asked, raising a brow as he bent his head a little and lit himself a cigarette.
She heard the door open just before she made it to the stairs and the only word that popped into her head was fuck. She was honestly surprised she hadn't said it out loud. She couldn't lie, she didn't have Tubs as an excuse to be up there. Her room was on the other side of the Verona Mansion. It was obvious what she'd came up there for. She knew she should have pretended not to hear the door open or practically feel his presents. She couldn't help it though she wanted to see him and so she turned back to face him.
"You finally get tired of drinking alone?" he asked as he lend his head just slightly to light a cigarette and there was something so incredibly, stunning about him. He was fucking cool and she hated herself for wanting to be the girl that drove him crazy. She wanted to be the girl he couldn't get over and she wasn't entirely sure why. She was already that girl to Devon, she was someone else girl yet it was the thought of being his girl that really got her heart beating fast.
It wasn't like she'd woke up one morning and suddenly realized she was into him. She'd felt things for him since the night they'd hooked up at their parents wedding a year ago. She'd been fairly drunk and high as a kite, but even past her high and liquor intake, she still felt his touch and she'd never stopped thinking about it. She hated that she even still thought about that night at all, she was pretty positive he'd forgotten completely. She hid what she felt for him by hating him and it had worked insanely well.
"No I wasn't drinking alone, I was drinking with Tori." she breathed. "I don't get tired of her." she shrugged, raking her brain for some excuse to tell him as to why she had come up there. "I wanted to see if you had any good booze left considering there is none left downstairs." she lied, she hadn't even checked downstairs, but it sounded better then she'd just wanted to see him. "I decided against asking you though, I figured you'd make me blow you." she smirked. "So I was just going to head to the liquor store instead, I need cigerette's anyway, I'm out and Devon will need a smoke when he gets home." she shrugged.
There was a part of her that mentioned Devon, because a small part of her wanted Tony to be jealous. Sure it was a long shot, she was his step-sister. It was fucked up and twisted, but she honestly couldn't help it. She was just a twisted person in general. She fucked her best friend and made-out with her brother just to freak people out. Having a thing for her step-brother was just another thing to add to her list of fucked up things.
Kiera passed him and Trixie spitting his words right back in his face of course Trixie didn't understand it and if it hadn't have been for the blonde he'd have gone after Kiera and forced an apology out of her. Instead though he let Trixie lead him back up to his room. He heard yelling as they slipped through the house and down another hall to his room. There was a part of him that wanted to make sure Kiera was okay, not because he necessarily liked her, but because she was still family and he was still extremely protective of his family.
The second they got inside his room though him and Trixie were going at it. He hadn't even had a second between opening his door and closing it, before she was tugging at his close making him smirk. They'd fucked for hours. It wasn't great, it was mindless, repetitive unfulfilling sex. The kind of sex you had with a stranger. It always was and it felt more like Trixie was apologizing to him for something she was guilty of. He figured that she cheated, she was good at that.
For the most part, Vinny was a faithful guy. There was very few occasions when he cheated, not that he didn't have the chance to he just didn't like the idea of fucking a millin different girls and then going back to his girlfriend, he felt like an even shitter person then he already was. However, Trixie wasn't so faithful. He sighed as he glanced at her over his shoulder. She'd fallen asleep and he wasn't lucky enough to fall asleep, even as exhausted as he was, someone was still occupying his thoughts.
The heat he'd felt between them, everything about Kiera. He wanted it, he wanted her and the worst part was he couldn't have her. It didn't even matter that she was his step-sister. The was a problem sure, but even if she wasn't his father would never approve. She wasn't the type of girl his father would allow him to marry if he was taking over the business. He sighed at the thoughts as he lit himself a cigarette and pulled his jeans back on not bothering with a shirt leaving his tattoos on display.
He slipped downstairs to his Father's Office and did a bit of work before finally deciding he needed to try and get some sleep. Only as he passed the large windows in the kitchen that shown the darkened backyard. She looked miserable, but strangely beautiful in her misery. He watched her for a long moment, something was wrong, he could clearly see that. He didn't have the slightest urge to be cruel to her in that moment and that was odd for him. He grabbed a bottle of his father's expensive vodka that he kept locked up and some drugs, before slipping outside. The thing was, when Vinny was high he was a better person, especially when he saw someone in pain. It was like he felt their pain.
He walked out to where she was setting the bottle down and the drugs down, before sitting down next to her. "You look like you could use something a little stronger to take care of your misery." he breathed in a cool and collected tone, like they had no past hatred for each other. Like she was the girl next door and he was the token best guy friend, who'd come to the rescue, like every teen chick flick.
"Everyone is a moon, and has a dark side which he never shows to anybody." he breathed as he placed a cigarette between his lips and lit it. "Mark Twain." he said as he breathed out a breath of smoke trying to get her mind off of whatever had happened. It was clear that deep down he was honestly a good person, he just kept that part of himself repressed because it wasn't what people wanted from him and he was so fucked up that without drugs he was a monster. He glanced from the sky to her with a smirk on his lips. "You alright kid?' he asked actual concern in his voice.
Keira sat out there for a while, smoking her joint and trying to think of anything other then what Killian had done, the new bruises on her skin, or the things he'd said to her. So instead, she thought about Vinny. Honestly, she hated him and she didn't want to think about the heat between them, but it was better then thinking about Killian and it was honestly the only thing that seemed to get him off her mind. So she let herself think about the way her heart raced when he'd backed her into the wall or how her skin burned when he'd gripped her hip. It was wrong, but at the very least, it helped her push away the way she felt about what had happened with Killian.
At some point, she heard someone walking out towards her and she bit her lip, silently praying it wasn't Killian. He'd kiss her and apologize to her over and over and she didn't want to hear it. It would only make her feel more used and dirty because she knew he didn't mean a damn word of it and it would happen again. Thankfully, however, it wasn't Killian. It was Vinny. She wasn't particularly thrilled to have his company, especially not in the mood she was in, but it was better then Killian. Besides, if he said something cruel, it would piss her off and feeling angry was better then feeling miserable.
Vinny placed a bottle and some drugs between them and Keira brought her joint to her lips, not glancing at him, keeping her eyes ahead of her. "You look like you could use something a little stronger to take care of your misery." He breathed and her jaw clenched. He was being kind to her and she knew she really shouldn't be angry, but she was. She hated him for being able to see her pain. He was trying to make her feel less miserable, but she didn't want to talk about what had happened and she really didn't want to sit there in pain thinking about it.
She wanted to forget it and not feel it. If ever there was a time she needed him to hit on her and make her heart race or say something infuriating to piss her off, it was now, so she could feel something other then misery, but no. Suddenly, he'd become the good guy. "Everyone is a moon, and has a dark side which he never shows to anybody. Mark Twain." He breathed as he lit a cigarette and Keira still couldn't look at him. She liked the quote, but she didn't want to hear it. She didn't want to think about the rape or talk about it and him being kind to her made it all too tempting to do just that. "You alright kid?" He asked, honestly sounding concerned.
Keira just scoffed and rolled her eyes. She knew it was wrong of her to be rude when he was just trying to help, but she didn't want his help. She could handle it on her own. Hell, she hadn't even told Tony about it, she wasn't telling Vinny. That's just wasn't how she was. She didn't let people see her pain. "I'm fine." She said with a shrug, bringing her joint to her lips and taking a long hit before flicking it away and glancing at him, expression carefully concealed, keeping herself closed off so he couldn't see what was wrong. She wanted to kiss him. Maybe the fire of his lips would make her forget the ugly way Killian had made her feel.
She couldn't though. She knew that. "Since when are you the nice guy anyway? You trying to act like a brother now?" She laughed a little cruelly. "Well I've already got one babe, I don't need another." She shrugged, rolling her eyes and standing. Keira grabbed the bottle of vodka he'd brought out as she did so, popping it open and taking a long drink. It was strong shit and it felt good. She knew she was being unreasonable and cold, but she didn't care. "When I need your fucking sympathy, I'll come find you, but don't hold your breath." She scoffed before turning and slipping into the house.
Tony saw that look in her eyes again that he'd seen earlier. She wanted him. Just like the first time, however, it was gone almost as soon as he'd seen it and he sighed out a breath of smoke, eyes on her. "No I wasn't drinking alone, I was drinking with Tori. I don't get tired of her." She shrugged and he rolled his eyes, taking a drag off his cigarette. "I wanted to see if you had any good booze left considering there is none left downstairs." She said and he raised a brow at that. That sounded like total bullshit.
"I decided against asking you though, I figured you'd make me blow you." She smirked and he smirked too. "So I was just going to head to the liquor store instead, I need cigerette's anyway, I'm out and Devon will need a smoke when he gets home." She shrugged and he rolled his eyes at the mention of her boyfriend. He didn't like him. He wasn't even totally sure why, he just knew he was a dick and he hated him. Besides, he couldn't help but feel a little jealous. He'd never admit it, but he'd had feelings for Coby since the night of the wedding and seeing her around Devon irritated him.
"Well I don't have any good booze, I was actually just going downstairs to get some." He shrugged, taking another drag off his cigarette before glancing over her. "But since you say there's nothing good downstairs, I'll have to head to the store too." He breathed with a smirk, bringing his cigarette to his lips. "Why don't we just go together?" He suggested, raising a brow and taking in her clothes again. "I mean, it would make the most sense." He shrugged casually.
What neither of them wanted to admit was they could probably get along, they could probably be fucking incredible together. A dangerous mix of fucking, fighting, and passion. They couldn't though and they never would, Devon would always have her and he'd always have a random girl in his bed. They were both too proud to admit that there was clearly something between them. Not to mention, Jacoby was honestly terrified of her feelings for him, she knew herself well enough to know she'd fall too hard for him and there was a good chance that even if he felt the same way, he wouldn't catch her.
"Well I don't have any good booze, I was actually just going downstairs to get some." he said taking a drag off his cigarette and just the way he glanced up at her had her fighting back a shiver. "But since you say there's nothing good downstairs, I'll have to head to the store too." He breathed a smirk on is lips making her raise a brow, because she knew what was coming next. "Why don't we just go together? I mean, it would make the most sense." he said with a shrug and she hadn't missed the way his eyes took her in, making her heart race.
She knew it was a bad idea, it was a bad idea to be alone with him. That was the reason they'd fucked the first time, he'd caught her alone. She was weak to him and she couldn't quite figure out why. At least at the house, she had excuses to why she couldn't be alone with him, even when she was it was only a matter of time before Tori or Devon or Vinny came looking for her. She hesitated for a moment, debating before deciding she was sober enough and strong enough to control her stupid, teenage girl emotions.
"Yeah, I guess your right." she finally breathed. "Well since your going, you can go in." she smirked, making it clear she was going to go exactly how she was. She didn't say another word expecting him to follow as she slipped down the stairs, grabbing the keys to her expensive dark red BMW, that honestly matched her hair a little to perfectly. She slipped out the front door, not bothering to see if he was following.
She slipped into the front seat as she played with the radio station, as he got into the car and she backed out without a word. The smart thing would have been to go by herself, to not put herself in a situation with her step-brother. What was worse was that her father had made a point to talk to her specifically about staying away from Tony, because he'd found out about that night and he was less than pleased with both of them. Not to mention she'd practically been promised to Devon already. She kept quiet for most of the ride until they pulled into the parking lot of the quick stop.
She glanced to him with a wicked smirk on her lips. Somehow even after a night of partying, shooting up, and fucking she still looking insanely good. Like she'd step straight out of a 90s punk music video. "You need money?" she breathed raising a brow almost tauntingly. "Or you think you can handle a little theft?" she said glancing to the liquor store before back to him. Just because Jacoby Verona was literally worth billions, didn't mean she paid for things as often as she should.
He knew even before he'd started talking there was a fat chance she'd care or even take him seriously. so when she scoffed, he merely sat there silently, emotionless. He honestly wanted for them to be able to get along for once. Maybe just be a brother to her for five minutes. Then she was probably right in the same respect not to want anything to do with him. In the past year all he'd done was treat her like shit. He didn't blame her for hating him.
"Since when are you the nice guy anyway? You trying to act like a brother now?" she finally said with a cruel laugh that he could see right through, she was in pain, he only knew that because in some regards she acted the same exact way his sister acted. They put up walls and hid behind them. "Well I've already got one babe, I don't need another." she shrugged standing up and he clenched his jaw. He didn't want to go after her, she was a runner anyone could see that. When she didn't want to face her problems she ran from them.She grabbed the bottle of liquor and he watched her his expression of concern unchanged.He practically felt the chill of her cold stare. "When I need your fucking sympathy, I'll come find you, but don't hold your breath." she scoffed before turning and slipping back inside the house.
Vincenzo had the strongest urge to kiss her. Not because she was beautiful, not because of the simple thrill of doing something his father told him not to. He wanted to kiss her because she was complex and she wasn't falling all over him, like he was some heaven sent being. She wasn't like every other two dimensional girl in his life. She had secrets, she was fucked up, and he could see every shattered piece like a mirror, that no one wanted try and put back together. Vinny was the type of person that needed to feel wanted to thrive and it was selfish sure, but he knew that if he had her, she'd always need him.
He hadn't made up his mind to kiss her, but he wanted to chase after her. He slipped into the house quickly after her not grabbing her but grabbing the bottle from her hand instead, taking it back from her. "Does he care though?" Vinny breathed referring to her brother. He was actually being decent to her and that was rare for him. "Does he give a fuck what happens to you Kiera? Because if he did I don't think you'd be so miserable." he breathed honestly.
"Everyone looks at you and sees nothing but a nice face and tits." he was being brutal, but honest. He wasn’t saying it to hurt her, like he knew Killian didn't all the time. "Your better than that, I've known that from the very first day I met you, so stop selling yourself short." he practically ordered. "Stop running." he said holding her eyes. He set the bottle of liquor aside before stepping closer to her and the heat was undeniable. "I wasn't sympathizing with sweetheart, because I don't feel sorry for you putting up with that ass hole. I was only wondering if you were alright, excuse me for giving a fuck." he continued before placing a hand on the back of her neck and kissing her hard.
The kiss was incredible. His body burned and instantly he wanted more, like he'd stopped kissing her despite the fact his lips were still pressed to hers. He'd never felt so drunk and high and out of his fucking mind at the same time. He felt the fire even past the drugs that clouded his thoughts. As quickly as he kissed her though, he pulled away, trying hard to compose himself and not talk her out of her clothes. He took a step back creating distance between them and he knew he fucked up by kissing her, but he pretended the kiss hadn't phased him and instead covered his feelings with a smug smirk.
Keira wanted to get away from Vinny before he started asking questions about what had happened. She didn't want to talk about it or even think about it. She wanted to slip back up to her room, lay back down next to Killian, and fall asleep so she didn't have to deal with it. Before she'd gotten very far, however, Vinny caught up with her and grabbed the liquor bottle from her grip. "Does he care though?" Vinny breathed, clearly talking about Tony and her jaw clenched as she turned back to face him. "Does he give a fuck what happens to you Kiera? Because if he did I don't think you'd be so miserable." He breathed and she looked away. That wasn't fair. Tony was a good brother, he loved her and he'd do anything for her. If he knew about the rape, he'd kill Killian, but she'd never told him. It wasn't his fault he didn't know.
"Everyone looks at you and sees nothing but a nice face and tits." He said and she bit her lip, glancing at the floor, hating that he was getting to her. Normally, he wouldn't, she'd just scream something vicious as him, but she was feeling weak and hurt from Killian. "You're better than that, I've known that from the very first day I met you, so stop selling yourself short. Stop running." He said holding her eyes. Keira held her breath as he took a step towards her, hating the hear between them and loving it at the same time. set the bottle of liquor aside before "I wasn't sympathizing with sweetheart, because I don't feel sorry for you putting up with that ass hole. I was only wondering if you were alright, excuse me for giving a fuck." He finished.
Before she could respond, he reached out and placed a hand on the back of her neck, kissing her hard on the lips. Normally, she'd have shoved him off, but she couldn't. The kiss was incredible. Before she realized she'd done it, Keira let out a small moan against his lips. His lips on hers lot her entire body on fire, better then any drug she'd ever taken. She wasn't sure if it was the drugs, or the drinking, or her vulnerable state of mind, but his kiss was better then anything she'd ever tasted. Even better then Killian's kiss.
She wanted more and she was honestly about a second from pulling his shirt off when he pulled away suddenly and looked at her with a smug smirk on his lips. She was breathless and flushed, her whole body burning. It drove her crazy that he looked absolutely composed, like nothing had happened. "I'm not alright." She admitted, running her fingers through her hair with a deep sigh. She knew she shouldn't, but she wanted more. His lips had made her forget the way Killian had touched her. She didn't feel empty or disgusting when Vinny kissed her, she felt alive and amazing.
"But I don't want to talk about it. I want to forget it." She breathed, grabbing his shirt and pulling him back to her, kissing him hard. Keira moaned against his lips again and pulled her body tight against his as she slipped her tongue past his lips. It was wrong, she knew that. It wasn't like she could ever be with him. She was with Killian and he was with Trixie. Besides, she was his step-sister and even if she wasn't, his father would never let him be with her. Guys like him were with girls like Trixie, not girls like her. However, it felt so damn good, she couldn't make herself stop, especially after what had happened with Killian.
Tony watched her hesitate and knew he should back out while he still had the chance. History has proven that the two of them shouldn't be alone together, especially not when booze was involved, but he couldn't help himself. He kept thinking about that night he'd spent with her and he wanted it to happen again if he was honest. "Yeah, I guess you're right." She finally breathed and he smirked, glad she'd agreed. "Well since you're going, you can go in." She smirked and he raised a brow at the fact that she was going dressed the way she was.
He followed her as she slipped downstairs and out to her red car. He got in the passenger seat as she played with the radio before pulling out onto the road. He couldn't help but like being alone with her. He hated her, but at the same time, he couldn't help but want her. Probably because he couldn't have her whatsoever. Her father would never approve. Finally, they pulled into the store parking lot and he smirked as he glanced at her, knowing what she wanted before she spoke from the mischievous look in her eye.
"You need money? Or you think you can handle a little theft?" She said glancing to the liquor store before back to him. He raised a brow at her, glancing at the store. The answer was yes, he could handle theft. He'd stolen from plenty of stores on more then one occasion, though, at the time, his mother wasn't married to her father and it hadn't been for sport like it was for her, it had been for need. There'd been a point where they'd been so desperate for money, he'd had to rob several convenience stores just to pay their bills.
"Wouldn't be the first time love." Tony smirked before slipping out of the car and into the store. He was quick and efficient. It was easy as hell considering the man behind the desk was was more of a boy. He wouldn't fight him when it came down to it. All he'd had to do was grab a few bottles, flash his gun obviously, and slip out the door. The kid hadn't even lifted a finger to stop him, he was so scared. Back in the car, Tony smirked and placed one of the bottles in her lap. "Less then five minutes." He said, raising a brow as he popped open a bottle of tequila and took a swig.
They were absolutely the worst when they got together. Sure they'd only actually been alone together twice counting this time. There was just an energy between them when they were together. They had a very Bonnie and Clyde formality to them. She knew they'd be so perfectly terrible together, that even if they didn't end up together, she wouldn't regret one single second they spent together.
"Wouldn't be the first time love." he breathed pulling her from her thoughts as he slipped out of the car leaving her alone. She slipped out of the car then, popping the trunk and rummaging through the duffel bag of clothes she kept back there for emergencies. She slipped on a pair of ripped jeans, that hung low on her hips, before taking off Devon's long baggy shirt and tossing it in the trunk. It didn't matter that she wasn't wearing a bra or that they were in a public parking lot at four in the morning. She slipped on a Guns and Roses crop top.
She pulled her hair out from the ponytail it was in as she closed down the trunk and slipped back into the driver's seat. Not two seconds later, she glanced to the liquor store as Ant came out the door with liquor. He slipped back into the passenger side of the car. She caught a quick glimpse of his gun making her smirk. He was intoxicating, she could say he was bad sure, but that wasn't the only reason she was drawn to him, if it was she'd be content with Devon for the rest of her well-pampered life. She wasn't entirely sure what it was about him that made her want something more out of life.
"Less then five minutes." he said with a raise of his brow as he placed one of the bottles in her lap and popped another open for himself. She laughed, like she thought his attempt at robbery was cute as she pulled out of the parking lot and instead of heading back towards the house, she turned off onto the freeway exit. She glanced in the review mirror, The lights from the Vegas strip look incredible. She glanced to him then.
"No cigarettes? No pixie sticks? those are my favorite." she noted as if letting him in on a secret. "Devon would have done it in half the time and got twice as much." she taunted playfully. "I guess your attempt will have to do though." she said before turning off the freeway and driving a ways before turning on a dirt road. She cut the engine in front of a line of old abandoned trailers. "Come on Tone." she breathed as she turned up the music in her car, leaving the door open as she got out of the car popping open the bottle he'd given her and taking a long drink as she walked over to the old, dirt and debry littered empty swimming pool. She hopped down inside of the shallow end taking another swig of the vodka.
She started to sway to the music a bit. She'd done it so many times, she'd almost forgotten he was there. She glanced up to him, although she could only see the outline of him against the headlights of her car. "Were alone again." she breathed. "You wanna make another mistake?" she called out to him as she took another drink from her bottle. She knew it was stupid, but she didn't care. For the most part she listened to her father and stayed with in the boundaries he set for her. He didn't care that she partied or did drugs, but she had boundaries. For once she just wanted to live and make a damn mistake that she didn't regret.
"I'm not alright." she admitted and his smirk dropped from his lips as she ran her fingers through her hair. [b]"But I don't want to talk about it. I want to forget it."[/] she breathed and he knew what she wanted then even before she kissed him again. He wanted to stop her and he knew he should stop her, it was beyond wrong for some many reasons. Her lips were incredible though and he found it hard to push her away.
He placed a hand on the back of her neck and groaned as her tongue slipped past his lips. If someone caught them, they'd be dead, maybe not in the physical sense. If Jacoby caught them, he'd have to beg her not to tell their father, if Killian caught them he'd tell his father in a heartbeat, if Tony caught them they were liable to kill each other, and if Trixie caught him it would be all over the media. Still the thought of them getting caught wasn’t even enough to make him pull away. She was dangerous for him, because he wanted her to need him.
He slipped a hand slowly up her shirt, his fingertips moving up her spine slowly like they had all fucking day to be together, like they were utterly alone. That was how he worked though, that was why girls couldn't get enough of him, because it didn't matter the circumstance, Vinny made you feel important. All he had to do was touch you and he made you feel like you were his girl, even if you were just a one night stand. When he reached her bra he unclipped it, before setting her up on the counter and breaking their kiss to slip off her shirt.
He lend in again, only he didn't kiss her, his fingertips teasing where her bra strap had fallen off her shoulder ready to pull it off as he held her eyes. His eyes were both concerned and focused and full of passion all at once. "I can make you forget." he said almost promising. "Just this once, but your going to owe me." he breathed with a smirk on his lips as he kissed her hard, lacing his fingers in her dark hair.
His other hand slipped off her bra tossing it away, before his free hand moved up the inside of her thigh, his fingers teasing her skin lightly, taking his time hoping it would drive her crazy. Just making her feel good, got him off. He didn't need her to touch him to be turned on or satisfied. He pulled away from her lips and as he did he bit her bottom lip, before his lips moved along her jawline. Each time his lips touched her skin he left them there for a moment longer than necessary. Letting his lips linger in each spot, his lips continued down her neck.
His hand that had been laced in her hair, moved done the back of her neck and along her shoulder. He brought his hand to her chest groping her chest roughly, while his other hand slipped past her panties as he started rubbing her between the legs, gently at first before rubbing her hard and quicker. He loved every sound she was making, she set his whole body on fire and he couldn't touch her enough.
They were absolutely the worst when they got together. Sure they'd only actually been alone together twice counting this time. There was just an energy between them when they were together. They had a very Bonnie and Clyde formality to them. She knew they'd be so perfectly terrible together, that even if they didn't end up together, she wouldn't regret one single second they spent together.
"Wouldn't be the first time love." he breathed pulling her from her thoughts as he slipped out of the car leaving her alone. She slipped out of the car then, popping the trunk and rummaging through the duffel bag of clothes she kept back there for emergencies. She slipped on a pair of ripped jeans, that hung low on her hips, before taking off Devon's long baggy shirt and tossing it in the trunk. It didn't matter that she wasn't wearing a bra or that they were in a public parking lot at four in the morning. She slipped on a Guns and Roses crop top.
She pulled her hair out from the ponytail it was in as she closed down the trunk and slipped back into the driver's seat. Not two seconds later, she glanced to the liquor store as Ant came out the door with liquor. He slipped back into the passenger side of the car. She caught a quick glimpse of his gun making her smirk. He was intoxicating, she could say he was bad sure, but that wasn't the only reason she was drawn to him, if it was she'd be content with Devon for the rest of her well-pampered life. She wasn't entirely sure what it was about him that made her want something more out of life.
"Less then five minutes." he said with a raise of his brow as he placed one of the bottles in her lap and popped another open for himself. She laughed, like she thought his attempt at robbery was cute as she pulled out of the parking lot and instead of heading back towards the house, she turned off onto the freeway exit. She glanced in the review mirror, The lights from the Vegas strip look incredible. She glanced to him then.
"No cigarettes? No pixie sticks? those are my favorite." she noted as if letting him in on a secret. "Devon would have done it in half the time and got twice as much." she taunted playfully. "I guess your attempt will have to do though." she said before turning off the freeway and driving a ways before turning on a dirt road. She cut the engine in front of a line of old abandoned trailers. "Come on Tone." she breathed as she turned up the music in her car, leaving the door open as she got out of the car popping open the bottle he'd given her and taking a long drink as she walked over to the old, dirt and debry littered empty swimming pool. She hopped down inside of the shallow end taking another swig of the vodka.
She started to sway to the music a bit. She'd done it so many times, she'd almost forgotten he was there. She glanced up to him, although she could only see the outline of him against the headlights of her car. "Were alone again." she breathed. "You wanna make another mistake?" she called out to him as she took another drink from her bottle. She knew it was stupid, but she didn't care. For the most part she listened to her father and stayed with in the boundaries he set for her. He didn't care that she partied or did drugs, but she had boundaries. For once she just wanted to live and make a damn mistake that she didn't regret.
"I'm not alright." she admitted and his smirk dropped from his lips as she ran her fingers through her hair. [b]"But I don't want to talk about it. I want to forget it."[/] she breathed and he knew what she wanted then even before she kissed him again. He wanted to stop her and he knew he should stop her, it was beyond wrong for some many reasons. Her lips were incredible though and he found it hard to push her away.
He placed a hand on the back of her neck and groaned as her tongue slipped past his lips. If someone caught them, they'd be dead, maybe not in the physical sense. If Jacoby caught them, he'd have to beg her not to tell their father, if Killian caught them he'd tell his father in a heartbeat, if Tony caught them they were liable to kill each other, and if Trixie caught him it would be all over the media. Still the thought of them getting caught wasn’t even enough to make him pull away. She was dangerous for him, because he wanted her to need him.
He slipped a hand slowly up her shirt, his fingertips moving up her spine slowly like they had all fucking day to be together, like they were utterly alone. That was how he worked though, that was why girls couldn't get enough of him, because it didn't matter the circumstance, Vinny made you feel important. All he had to do was touch you and he made you feel like you were his girl, even if you were just a one night stand. When he reached her bra he unclipped it, before setting her up on the counter and breaking their kiss to slip off her shirt.
He lend in again, only he didn't kiss her, his fingertips teasing where her bra strap had fallen off her shoulder ready to pull it off as he held her eyes. His eyes were both concerned and focused and full of passion all at once. "I can make you forget." he said almost promising. "Just this once, but your going to owe me." he breathed with a smirk on his lips as he kissed her hard, lacing his fingers in her dark hair.
His other hand slipped off her bra tossing it away, before his free hand moved up the inside of her thigh, his fingers teasing her skin lightly, taking his time hoping it would drive her crazy. Just making her feel good, got him off. He didn't need her to touch him to be turned on or satisfied. He pulled away from her lips and as he did he bit her bottom lip, before his lips moved along her jawline. Each time his lips touched her skin he left them there for a moment longer than necessary. Letting his lips linger in each spot, his lips continued down her neck.
His hand that had been laced in her hair, moved done the back of her neck and along her shoulder. He brought his hand to her chest groping her chest roughly, while his other hand slipped past her panties as he started rubbing her between the legs, gently at first before rubbing her hard and quicker. He loved every sound she was making, she set his whole body on fire and he couldn't touch her enough.
Vinny placed a hand on the back of her neck, sending fire down her spine, driving her insane. She loved the sound of his groan against her lips, liking that he was feeling the same things she was. He made her feel incredible and she honestly couldn't get enough. She wanted him so bad, it hurt and he hadn't even touched her. His hand slipped slowly up her spine, sending a shiver through her body at the way his hand felt touching her bare skin. It was fucked up, she knew that, but she didn't care. There was no way in hell she was pushing him away to go upstairs and get back in bed with Killian who would make her feel like shit when Vinny could make her feel amazing. Hell, just the way his fingers slipped up her spine was slow and intentional, like touching her was important to him, not just something he did all the time to lots of girls.
He undid her bra and Keira knew she should put a stop to things while she still could, but she didn't want to. She let him lift her onto the counter and pull her shirt off, wanting his hands and lips on her skin to take away the shitty way Killian's touch had made her feel. Once her shirt was off, he leaned back in, but he didn't kiss her. She bit her lip as his fingertips teased her skin where her bra strap had slipped down her shoulder. He held her eyes and she held her breath, wanting him to kiss her again. The way he refused to rush even though they could get caught by their siblings, Killian, or Trixie at any second, made her heart race wildly in her chest.
"I can make you forget." He pretty much promised and she bit her lip harder. That was honestly all she wanted to forget the way Killian had hurt her. "Just this once, but you're going to owe me." He breathed and she smirked as he kissed her hard again, fingers lacing into her hair. Vinny pulled off her bra before moving his fingers lightly up the inside of her thigh, causing her to let out a soft moan, heart pounding in her chest, wanting him to touch her. He pulled away from her lips and buy her bottom lip as he did, making Keira smirk as his lips trailed her jaw slowly, purposefully, driving her insane.
He kissed her neck and she tilted her head back for him, breathing coming faster as he started to grope her chest roughly, causing her to let out deep moans. His other hand finally slipped into her bandied and he started to touch her, rubbing her gently at first before moving faster and harder. She started to let out breathless, needy moans, not caring that anyone in the house could hear her. She just wanted him. "Fuck." She breathed, moving as close to the edge of the counter as she could to press herself further against his touch, loving what he was doing to her and wanting more.
Keira trailed her lips along his jaw hotly, pausing at his ear, her breath against his skin. "What exactly will I owe you?" She breathed seductively in his ear between moans. She smirked as she ran her hands down his bare chest slowly, slipping them down to his jeans. She undid his belt quickly, followed by his jeans before slipping her hand down the front of them and starting to touch him. She trailed her lips along his neck, moving them slowly across his skin and down his chest as well as she touched him, wanting to make him as crazy as he made her.
Coby laughed like she thought he was cute and he smirked and rolled his eyes as he took another swig of his tequila. She pulled out of the parking lot and he rolled the window down as he drank and she drove, enjoying the night. "No cigarettes? No pixie sticks? those are my favorite." She asked and he raised a brow. "Devon would have done it in half the time and got twice as much." She taunted and Tony rolled his eyes. "I guess your attempt will have to do though." She said as she turned off onto a dirt road.
She stopped at what looked like an abandoned trailer park, causing him to raise a brow as he took a drink of his tequila and glanced at her. "Come on Tone." She as she turned to the music and got out of the car with the bottle he'd given her. He got out of the car as well and walked around to lean against the hood, watching her as she walked over to an empty swimming pool and hopped down into it, drinking her vodka as she swayed to the music. "We're alone again. You wanna make another mistake?" She called and Tony raised a brow.
He couldn't resist the offer. He wanted her, there was no denying that. Tony hopped down into the pool with her and took a swig of his bottle. "I didn't get cigarettes, but I've got something better." He smirked, raising a brow as he pulled out a joint and lit it, taking a long hit. He wrapped an arm around her waist then and pulled her body tight against his. With his other hand, Tony pulled the joint from his lips and then pressed his lips against hers suddenly, blowing the smoke into her mouth.
Tony pulled away with a casual smirk, as if having his lips against hers hadn't set him on fire when in reality, it had. He took another long hit off the joint before placing it between her lips and pulling her tighter against him, pressing his lips against her jaw, close to her ear. "You sure?" He breathed against her skin, as if giving her one more chance to back out even though he tightened his grip around her waist and started to kiss slowly along her jaw and down her neck, having no intention of stopping.
"I didn't get cigarettes, but I've got something better." she heard him say, his voice seeming closer but she was so focused on the music as she swayed, with her eyes closed that she hadn't even realized he was walking towards her. She honestly didn't realize he was anywhere near her until the smell of pot hit her nose and she opened her eyes just as he wrapped an arm around her waist and she could have sworn her heart stopped and he sparked a fire on her skin, before her heart started to race and her body was on fire as he pulled her close.
He might as well be a celebrity, the way Coby looked at him and was practically frozen by his touch. She was mostly sober and coming to the realization that there was clearly something between them wether they were fucked up or sober. She both hated it and loved it. She watched him in the dark, her eyes running over his face as he lift the joint to his lips and she was completely at his mercy in that moment. Her heart wouldn't stop pounding, he was completely neurotic and she was obsessed with the thought of him touching her like he had before.
He took a drag off the joint before leaning in and pressing his lips to her, she managed to shake the school girl mentality, as he blew the smoke into her mouth and she smirked against her lips as she lend her head back and blew his smoke towards the sky. Her body wanted to tremble but she couldn't allow it, then he'd know that she actually felt something for him. He pulled away with a cool casual smirk that drove her crazy. She hated that for the longest time she'd so badly wanted to be the girl that consumed his thoughts.
He took another long hit from the joint and she bit her lip, taking a drink from her bottle wanting to numb the way she felt about him. He placed the joint between her lips then and she inhaled, instantly relaxing in his arms a bit. His lips moved effortlessly along her skin, the same way her body fit perfectly up against his as he pulled her tighter against him. "You sure?" he breathed her skin, but she wasn't sure it was an actual question, because his lips continued to move along he jaw and neck, while his grip tightened around her waist.
She took a long drag off his joint, pretending the his kisses had no effect on her and she was grateful it was dark. She arShe arched her back a bit and lend her head back blowing out another cloud of smoke towards the sky before flicking the joint away and raising the bottle to her lips.Loving every single second of his lips on her skin. It was wrong on so many different levels. Her father had been furious when he'd found out the first time, she had a boyfriend, she was a fucking mafia princess, he was the son of a washed up actress, none of it made sense and that was the best part.
She took another long drink from the bottle before tossing it. She squeezed her arms down between them placing her hands on his chest and walking him backwards until his back was pressed against the wall of the pool. She place a hand on the back of his neck pulling his lips to hers and kissing him hard. "No." she breathed against his lips, holding his eyes. "I'm not sure of anything, I just want to be reckless...with you." she smirked again before kissing him, running her free hand along his chest before slipping a hand into his jeans as she started to touch him. Her lips moved along his jaw pausing at his ear "You've always kind of been my favorite mistake." she whispered seductively against his skin.
He loved it that he could make her moan. There was the part of him that had convinced himself he hated her, that wanted him to walk away and leave her there. He knew though if he did, he'd never get the chance to fuck her again and he couldn't deny the fact that he'd entertained the thought on several occasions of what it would be like the be with her. Not to mention she was too intoxicating to walk away from. They way she moaned like she needed him had him ready to fuck her, but he wanted to draw it out, because if he was being honest he wanted her to be the one coming to find him, when Killian fucked up. He wanted to be the one she thought about when she couldn't stand him.
"Fuck." She breathed and he smirked rubbing her a bit hard between her legs as she moved to the edge of the counter. Her lips moved along his jaw and he loved the burning heat her lips left on his skin. It was unlike anything he'd ever felt. [b"What exactly will I owe you?"[/b] She purred between moans and he smirked wickedly as she undid his belt, slipping her hand into his jeans as she started touching him. He couldn't help but let out a deep groan, because her touch felt fucking incredible. It made it difficult for him to even think if he was being honest.
He let her rub him for a long moment like that before he grabbed her wrist and pulled her hand from his jeans. He pulled his hand from her shorts then and placed a hand on either side of the counter boxing her in, he lend in so his lips were nearly touching hers as she held her eyes like they were the only two people who existed.
"Maybe be my girl?" he shrugged like it was that easy, when they both knew it wasn't. "Maybe blow me every once in a while or maybe not be a bitch so often." he smirked before grabbing her around her waist and pulling her off the counter. "I'll think of something." he said simply, before placing a hand on the back of her neck and kissing her roughly. "Right though, I want to fuck you and make you scream." he breathed in a low, sincere tone of voice. "I can't do that out here." he said before picking her up, like they'd just been married.
He carried her to their parents room, tossing her down on the huge bed, before locking the door. He rummaged through his father's drawers before finding drugs and shooting both of them up. He slipped off his jeans then, before crawling over her and kissing her hard. His lips moving down her body, slowly and teasingly. He came to her waistline kissing along it, before slipping off her shorts and kissing the insides of her thighs. Finally his hand slid back up her body and wrapped around her throat. "How badly?" he breathed, he'd asked it like a question, but in Vinny's words, that meant she was going to have to beg for it.
Keira smirked when he groaned at her touch, liking that she could make him feel as good as he was making her feel. She continued to touch him for a long moment before he gripped her wrist and pulled her hand from his jeans, causing her to raise a brow. Clearly he liked control and she liked that, it made her heart race. He placed his hands down on either side of her and leaned in, lips tauntingly close to hers, making her crazy. The way he looked at her was honestly amazing. It was like she was the only thing that mattered to him in that moment. She had all his attention and she loved every second of it.
"Maybe be my girl?" He shrugged and she raised a brow. She knew she'd never be his girl. He had Trixie and she had Killian. Trixie was the kind of girl that men like him called their girlfriends. She was the kind of girl that they cheated on their girlfriends or had affairs with. She'd always be nothing more then the girl he fucked on the side, but honestly, the way he touched her and kissed her, she had a bad feeling she wouldn't be able to stop herself from going back for more later. "Maybe blow me every once in a while or maybe not be a bitch so often. I'll think of something." Vinny continued with a smirk and she smirked as well when he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her off the counter.
He kissed her hard and she moaned against his lips, wanting more. "Right now though, I want to fuck you and make you scream." He breathed in a way that made her shiver. Fuck, he was intoxicating. Just the tone of his voice could make her head spin. "I can't do that out here." He said and Keira just nodded because he was right. As hot as it might be to make out in the kitchen where anyone could walk in, they'd be stupid if they fucked there. They couldn't get caught. By anyone.
Vinny carried her up the stairs and she kissed his skin eagerly as he did so, lips trailing his jaw and neck. He brought her to their parents room, making her smirk wickedly when he tossed her down on the bed. It was so messed up, the two of them being together and to make things even more fucked up, they were going to fuck in their parents bed. Keira bit her lip as she watched him lock the door and dig through the drawers for something. She tried to talk herself out of what was going to happen, but she couldn't. He shot her up and she was so high, she no longer cared. She just wanted him to make her feel good and give her a reason to not have to go back to Killian for a few hours.
Vinny slipped his jeans off before crawling over her and Keira moaned when he kissed her. Her heart was racing wildly, her whole body wanting him, the taste of his lips intensified from the drugs. He kissed her skin, lips moving down her body at an agonizingly slow rate before teasing her waistline and pulling off her shorts. Keira smirked and let out aN impatient moan when he kissed the insides of her thighs, setting her on fire.
He slipped his hand up her body then, wrapping it around her throat and she raised a brow at him. "How badly?" He asked, though it almost sounded like a command. Keira knew what he wanted and she bit her lip hard. He wanted her to beg for it, but she wasn't so sure she wanted to give him that satisfaction. Keira had grown up simply taking everything she wanted or having it handed to her, she'd never had to beg a day in her life. Not even from Killian.
She smirked and flipped them swiftly so she was over him, pressing her lips down on his hard, kissing him roughly. "I don't beg babe." She whispered softly against his lips before moving her kisses away from his lips, along his skin. She trailed his jaw slowly before kissing along his neck and chest, teasing him with her lips as she reached down his boxers with a hand and started touching him. She knew he liked control and he'd more then likely force her to beg either by teasing her until she couldn't take it or by threatening to walk away, but Keira was stubborn. She wasn't going to submit so easily.
Anthony continued to kiss her skin, letting his lips longer each time they came in contact with her before moving on. She took a hit off his joint as he kissed her and he held her body against his as she bent back a little to blow the smoke towards the sky. He loved holding her and kissing her. The way her body fit perfectly against his was like magic and honestly, he hadn't stopped thinking about holding her again since the night of the wedding. It had been fueled by lots of alcohol, but he hasn't been able to shake it from his memory.
She took a few drinks from the bottle and Tony let his lips trail along her neck before she tossed the bottle aside and moved her hands between them, pressing them against his chest. She walked him back, against the side of the pool and he smirked as she pulled him in for a kiss, kissing her back hard, loving he taste of her lips, unable to get enough. He knew he should stop things before they went too far and they did something they'd both regret, but he couldn't. He wanted her too much. If he stopped things, he'd fuck things up for good. She'd never want him again and he'd never get to kiss her again.
"No." She breathed and he raised a brow, silently a little worried that that meant she didn't want to go any farther. "I'm not sure of anything, I just want to be reckless...with you." She smirked and he smirked as well as she kissed him again. Tony laced his fingers in her hair, kissing her back hard as she ran her hand down his check and into his jeans, touching him, setting him on fire and making him need her. "You've always kind of been my favorite mistake." She whispered seductively against his skin and he smirked.
Tony groaned as she touched him and gripped her hair tighter, pulling her lips back to his roughly. He kissed her hard for a long moment as she touched him, enjoying the way she made him feel before whirling them quickly so her back was against the side of the pool. He pressed his body against hers, pinning her there as he trailed his lips along her jaw. "It was never a mistake to me." He breathed against her skin, continuing to kiss her as his hand ran up the inside of her thigh very slowly.
His fingertips lightly teased the inside of her thigh before he started to rub her between her legs, touching her slowly, wanting to drive her insane. He moved his lips back along her jaw to her lips, kissing her hard and smirking against the kiss as he slipped two fingers inside her and started to finger her, pinning her tighter with his body as he kissed her harder. He knew being with her was fucked up, but he didn't care. He was high off the taste of her lips, there was no way in hell he was stopping. He wanted her too bad.
He moved quickly, spinning them so she was the one with her back against the wall and the cold concrete felt incredible on her back, considering he was making her entire body burn. He pressed his body against hers and she closed her eyes biting her lip, trying desperately not to let her emotions get the best of her. She had to keep telling herself that he was just another cheap fuck. His lips moved along her jaw in a way that made it almost impossible to believe what she was trying to convince herself.
"It was never a mistake to me." he breathed against her skin and she let out a soft moan. She didn't need to hear that, she wished he hadn't said it. He didn't really mean it. They'd go back home after and go back to hating each other, they had to. Him saying that to her was as destructive as if he'd said the L word. Her heart raced as his fingertips trailed up the inside of her thigh and she had to focus more on the physical feelings, then the emotional feelings.
His lips moved back along her jaw and she rested her head back against the wall. She spent the next few moments trying desperately to talk herself into pushing him away. She could literally feel herself falling for him all over again. She'd spent the past year, drinking and getting high and fucking Devon in atempts to forget they'd ever fucked. Now though, the feelings were more intense and it was driving her crazy. Only she'd hesitated too long and he started rubbing her between her legs. She bite her lip until she tasted blood hating that he could make her feel that way. He was her step-brother what the fuck was wrong with her, that was all she could think.
He kissed her again and she kissed him back hard, very quickly losing the guilt she was feeling moments ago. He slipped two fingers inside her and she couldn't hold back anymore she let out loud, desperate moans as he fingered her. He pinned her body tighter against the wall kissing her hard and she could barely manage to kiss him back because her head was spinning.
"Fuck." she moaned, surprised she'd managed that. She pulled away from his lips and pulled off his shirt. She lend in kissing him hard, before her lips moved along his skin. "How mad does it make you at night to know it's him in my bed...and not you?" she breathed against his skin wanting him to be rough and forceful. She undid his jeans, rubbing him a little quicker, her voice breathy as he fingered her. "Make me regret being with him." she breathed as she bit his neck playfully.
She was high off of whatever he'd taken that was his father's and he knew he'd have to replace it or his father would know he'd gotten into his personal stash. However, he didn't give a shit at the moment. He smirked as Kiera flipped them so he was on his back. She lend over him pressing her lips to his and kissing him hard making him instantly grab a fistful of her hair and pull her lips harder into his.
"I don't beg babe." she whispered softly against his lip and he raised a brow, he found it interesting that she was informing him, like she had the authority. Suddenly it had become less about the sex and more about proving to her that when he wanted submission he got it. Her lips moved along his jaw and chest pulling him from his thoughts as her hand slipped into his boxers and she started touching him again. He didn't pull her hand from his boxers right away, he sat up letting her continue to rub him.
"You don't beg?" he repeated, intrigued and the smirk on his face made it clear he'd taken it as a challenge. He stepped off the bed and pulled her up roughly from the bed. He pushed her up against the wall chest first. His chest pressed against her bare back pinning her up against the wall. He slipped a hand into her panties and slipped his fingers inside her slowly fingering her. His lips were at her ear.
"Then I can't make you forget." he breathed almost empathetically, the way that Vinny worked was dangerously manipulative, to the point that he could convince you of a crime you never did. "Do you really want me to walk away?" he breathed against her skin as his lips started to move along her shoulders slowly and surprisingly gently for Vinny. "I'm the only one who's going to hear it babe. Just make me believe you want it." he practically cooed as his lips moved down her back. He got down on his knees then and spun her around, pulling her hips towards him forcefully as his lips started to tease her skin over her panties.
Keira could tell her resistance had bothered him and she couldn't help but enjoy it a little. He sat up as she touched him and she rubbed him a little faster, heart racing. "You don't beg?" He asked with a smirk on his lips, like the thought amused him. She watched him as he got out of the bed before pulling her roughly off it as well. Keira bit her lip when he pushed her up against the wall so her back was to him, her whole body wanting him so badly, it was driving her crazy.
Vinny pressed his bare chest against her back and she let out a weak moan at the way his skin felt pressed against hers. He slipped his hand into her panties and Keira tried to contain herself, but she couldn't help but let out gasping, desperate moans when he slipped his fingers inside her and started fingering her slowly. "Then I can't make you forget." He breathed against her ear and she had to hold back a needy whimper. She didn't want him to stop, she needed him to make her forget Killian. "Do you really want me to walk away?" He breathed against her skin.
His lips kissed her shoulders slowly, gently, and she couldn't help but shiver. He was a damn good manipulator. She was desperate as fuck and she knew she'd end up giving into him because his lips felt so fucking good on her skin. "I'm the only one who's going to hear it babe. Just make me believe you want it." He practically cooed, his lips moving down her back, making her let out soft moans, loving the way his kisses felt and wanting more.
He knelt down and turned her to face him, causing her to bite her lip hard as he grabbed her hips and pulled her roughly towards him so his lips could tease her skin over her panties, driving her nuts. She moaned and ran her fingers through her hair. "Fuck." She breathed, pulling him to his feet and kissing him hard on the lips with another moan, wanting him more and more every second it was delayed and knowing she'd have to beg for it or he wouldn't fuck her.
"Please." She finally whispered so softly, she wasn't sure he'd heard it. "Please just fuck me." She moaned a little louder. Keira slipped her panties off and turned to face the wall, letting him know she'd given in. She pressed her forehead against it and pushed her hips against him. "Fuck me hard." She begged desperately, wanting him so bad, she couldn't help herself. She'd never begged anyone for anything before, but she knew if she didn't, he'd walk away and she honestly couldn't stand the thought. Especially with the drugs in her system, making her crave him extra strongly. She wanted him to fuck her until she forgot who Killian even was.
Tony loved the effect he had on her. The second he'd started touching her, she'd practically melted. Her moans made his heart race, he loved every sound she made. Her lips were distracted as he kissed her and it only made Anthony smirk, knowing she couldn't concentrate on kissing very well with what he was doing to her. "Fuck." She moaned, sounding like she'd hardly managed the word and it made him kiss her harder.
Coby pulled away from his lips to pull his shirt off before kissing him again sand he kissed her back eagerly, everything about the way his lips on hers was full of passion and intensity. She started to trail her lips along his skin and he couldn't help but groan. "How mad does it make you at night to know it's him in my bed...and not you?" She breathed against his skin and he tensed at the thought. He had to admit, he fucking hated her boyfriend and the thought of them together bothered him way more then it should.
She undid his jeans then, rubbing him a little quicker, and he leaned into her, fingering her faster, loving every damn thing she was doing to him and hating that, once it was over, she'd go back to being a bitch and he'd go back to being an asshole to pretend he didn't care about her. "Make me regret being with him." She breathed as she bit his neck playfully, making him groan. She honestly drove him nuts.
Tony pulled away from her to pull her boyfriends shirt off and toss it away, smirking down at her, glad she wasn't wearing anything underneath. He spun her swiftly, so her back was to him and he pressed his body against hers, his lips trailing her shoulders slowly while his slipped off his jeans. "When I'm don't with you, you won't even remember his name." He breathed darkly in her ear as he reached down to rub her between her legs fast and rough. He touched her for a long time, not going any further then that, wanting to push her until she couldn't stand it anymore before finally, he gripped her hips hard and started fucking her roughly.
He pulled away from her then and she half thought that he was going to leave her that way. She held her breath for a moment, before she realized he was slipping off her shirt and she let out the breath she'd been holding in. He smirked down at her making her shiver. He spun her swiftly so her back was to him and her heart started racing as he pressed his body against hers, setting her entire body on fire all over again. His lips trailed her skin slowly and she closed her eyes loving every second of it.
"When I'm don't with you, you won't even remember his name." he breathed his words dark and full of intent and it was sick that his words made her want him that much more. He started rubbing her between her legs fast and rough making her moan loudly, she couldn't help it, his touch drove her crazy. He was in complete control and he rubbed her until she was just about to lose it before finally he gripped her hips hard and started fucking her roughly.
The sex was incredible and had lasted for hours. They'd slipped into one of the old trailers, that was still fully furnished. What she failed to tell him was that where they were was where her and Devon went when they went missing for days at a time and no one could find them. They'd fucked in the trailer for a long time and it was beyond incredible. He'd made her forget everything; that she was the daughter of a mafia lord, that she was dating Devon, and how much they pretended to hate each other. It was a lie that much was clear, the way they fucked made it clear they both had feelings for each other.
They'd stopped fucking about four times and then started back up. No matter how tired she was, she continued because she honestly wasn't sure when she'd get to be alone with him again, She was surprised Vinny hadn't called, her brother was good at keeping tabs on her. When she finally rolled of him for the fifth time, it was sometime in the afternoon. She kissed him on the lips before slipping out of bed and pulling his shirt on, heading into the kitchen where she made a pot of coffee.
She poured them both a cup, before slipping back into the bedroom and setting on down on the night stand next to him. She crawled back into bed sitting up cross legged. She took a sip of her coffee before lighting herself a cigarette. She hadn't had drugs in the past few hours, but she hadn't needed them because he made her incredibly high.
"Your right." she breathed out a breath of smoke her tone was calm and serious. "I am a whore." she said talking a long drag of her cigarette. She liked to pretend his words didn't hurt, but truthfully his words hurt her more than anything Devon ever said to her. "We should leave soon. Devon will flip if I'm not home and if he finds us here together, he'll kill you and my brother will help." she sighed as she put out her cigarette on the nightstand and took a large drink of her coffee before setting it aside. She slipped off his shirt then and pulled Devon's back on., before slipping her jeans back on and pulling her red hair into a messy bun.
She slipped into the small bathroom then locking the door behind her so she could freshen up before they left and to keep herself from falling apart in front of him, because she hated that he was right. She was a whore and the truth was, Tony was better than her. He fucked a lot of girls sure, but he didn't date them, he slept with them and kicked them out in the morning, she just slept around on her boyfriend.
"Fuck." she breathed as she pulled him back to his feet and he kissed her back a just as hard as she kissed him. It was an intoxicating sensation, the way she made him feel and he honestly never wanted to stop kissing her or touching her. When he fucked every other girl, he felt a shallow emptiness that he could never quite understand. With her thought he felt nothing but intense passion and fullness and he knew that was dangerous.
"Please." she finally whispered so softly and in a way that honestly killed him, because he had the strangest urge to give her exactly what she was begging for. Even if it wasn't sex, it could have been anything else and he'd have done it for her in a heartbeat. "Please just fuck me." she moaned louder pulling him from his thoughts and he smirked wildly down at her. There was a recklessness in his eyes and a want for her as he held her eyes.
He watched her slip off her panties and turn to face the wall. clear sign she was giving in and she couldn't take it anymore, making him want to pleasure her and make her honestly forget Killian. She rested her forehead against the wall and he moved closer to her. He pressed his lips between her shoulder blades as she pushed her hips into him, not only begging him with her words, but with her body and that was enough for him, he honestly wasn't sure how much longer he could hold back himself.
"Fuck me hard." she begged her tone desperate, he let her lips run over her skin as he slipped off his boxers. He gripped her hips tightly. He pressed his body tightly against hers teasing her for a long moment with his skin against hers before he finally started fucking her roughly.
Being with her was beyond amazing, fucking her was just an added plus and that was the truth of it. Everything between them was passionate and intoxicating. She was fire and he was gasoline, that was the only way to describe it. They made something incredible together, but ultimately they were terrible for each other. He didn't care though he was addicted the second he'd kissed her in the kitchen, he just wasn’t entirely sure how he was going to go back to hating her.
He rolled off her pulling her close and kissing her forehead. He lit a cigarette, it wasn't for him though he placed in between her lips. He sat up then, sitting on the edge of the bed rubbing his face honestly exhausted she'd worn him out and he'd loved every second of it. He glanced to the clock with a sigh it was the afternoon, which meant he'd more than likely missed a phone call from his father and Devon would be home any time which meant him, Killian and Devon needed to get shit done.
"Listen babe, I don't mean to take off, but you've already taken way more of my time than any other girl." he smirked as he slipped his clothes on. He walked over to her side of the bed leaning in and kissing her hard. "You don't have to put up with his shit." he breathed against her lips kissing her again. "I'm his boss, remember that."
Vinny's lips teased her shoulders, driving her crazy as she heard him slipping his boxers off. He grabbed hold of her hips and pressed his body tightly against hers, teasing her even longer, dragging things out. She moaned breathlessly, the anticipation killing her. Finally, after what felt like ages, she started fucking her roughly. It was absolutely incredible. Hell, he was better then Killian and Killian was honestly the best sex she'd ever had before Vinny. He was rough and dominating and she loved every second of it.
It was dangerous, being with him because he made her feel so damn good she knew she would easily get addicted to him. She wouldn't be able to stop herself from going back to him, he was just too damn good in bed. Plus, he didn't make her feel like shit about herself. She knew fucking him was wrong on every level, but it didn't feel wrong and when they were finally done, she didn't feel guilty, ashamed, or slutty, she just felt good. She no longer felt low and horrible like she had earlier, he'd done what he'd promised. He'd made her forget Killian.
When he finally rolled off her, she was utterly exhausted. Her whole body was weak and she had to take a minute to catch her breath while he pulled her close and kissed her forehead. Vinny lit a cigarette and placed it between her lips and Keira took a long drag, enjoying the lingering high he'd given her, trying not to think about the fact that it was over. He would get up and leave and she'd have to go back and face Killian again. They'd have to act like it hadn't happened and go on hating each other.
He sat up then and she sighed out a breath of smoke, knowing it was coming. He was going to leave. "Listen babe, I don't mean to take off, but you've already taken way more of my time than any other girl." He said, starting to pull his clothes on and Keira raised a brow, glancing at the clock and realizing it was the afternoon. They'd fucked all night and all morning. He walked around to her side, kissing her hard and Keira moaned, kissing back eagerly, desperate to prolong the moment as long as possible. "You don't have to put up with his shit." He breathed against her lips and she sighed before he was kissing her again. "I'm his boss, remember that." He said simply and Keira just pulled away, nodding.
"Yeah, I know. I can handle him though." She said simply with a sigh, not really wanting to talk about Killian. She took a drag off her cigarette before getting out of bed and pulling her clothes on. Once she was dressed, she pulled him in for one last, hard kiss. "Let me know when you want to cache in on that favor I owe you." She breathed with a playful smirk before turning and slipping out the door.
Keira made her way back to her room and slipped in as quietly as she could. She could hear the shower running in her bathroom and she sighed, figuring that meant Killian was showering and she could go to bed and act like she was asleep when he got out to avoid him. Before she got the chance, however, he came out of the bathroom to look for something and he raised a brow when he saw her, looking her over. "I just want to go to bed Killer." She breathed and he walked across the room towards her, making her bite her lip.
He placed a hand on the side of her face gently before leaning in slowly, kissing her softly, like she was precious to him and she knew what he was doing. He was trying to get her to forgive him for what had happened the night before. "I'm sorry princess, you know I love you." He breathed against her lips, lacing his fingers in her hair lightly and tilting her head a little so he could kiss her neck, every move slow, and gentle.
Keira knew it was bullshit, but in the end, she folded and forgave him. He was good at his games and she really just didn't want to lose him. He treated her like shit, sure, but without him, she'd be alone and that was even worse. They made up in the shower even though she was exhausted. When the water finally went cold, they finished and he got dressed while she slipped into one of his shirts and climbed into bed, needing to sleep desperately. He came over and kissed her lips and then her forehead like he was just going off to some office job before grabbing his gun from the nightstand and slipping out the door, leaving her alone to sleep.
Just like the first time, fucking Coby was absolutely incredible. He had no words to describe the way he felt when he was with her, it was honestly just amazing. It didn't matter that it was wrong, all that mattered was that it felt right. She was the only girl who could get him so damn high and make him feel so fucking good. He just wished like hell that things between them weren't all fucked up.
Hell, if she wasn't a raging bitch most the time and his step-sister, she might actually be the girl he'd chose to be his girl, but they couldn't get along and he doubted she'd ever let him mean more to her then sex. Even if she felt the same connection he did, he knew she was stubborn and afraid of that feeling. She wouldn't give into it. She'd just fuck him whenever Devon hurt her, wasn't around, or started to bore her and he'd be okay with it because he couldn't say no to her. She was just too incredible.
By the time they finished, they were in one of the trailers and he was honestly exhausted. He couldn't remember the last time he'd spent so long in bed with a girl without getting bored. Not even for a second had he considered stopping and finishing. They'd taken breaks, sure, but it wasn't long before they went right back at it because he couldn't get enough of her. When she finally rolled off him, it was afternoon and he knew they had to be getting back soon.
Coby kissed him on the lips before slipping out of bed and pulling his shirt on. He watched her leave the room, his eyes taking her in until she was out of sight, unable to get enough of her. Once she was gone, he got out of bed and pulled his jeans on before sitting back down and leaning back against the headboard with a sigh, hating the fact that their night was over. She'd convince herself it was a mistake again and they'd go back to hating each other to hide their feelings for each other.
When she came back in the bedroom, she had two cups of coffee, placing one next to him before crawling in bed next to him with her own and lighting a cigarette. He sighed and lit one himself as he picked up the coffee cup, taking a drink and glancing over at her. She was honestly beautiful. He loved just being with her and sitting there comfortably with her, drinking coffee and smoking, was nice. He just wished it could last. "You're right. I am a whore." She said then and he winced when she said that.
Shit. He should have never called her that. He hated that she felt like a whore for sleeping with him and he hated even more that he'd been the idiot who made her feel that way because he'd said something he didn't mean while he was angry. "We should leave soon. Devon will flip if I'm not home and if he finds us here together, he'll kill you and my brother will help." She sighed and he sighed too.
He wanted to say something to her about the whore comment, but before he had the chance, she'd slipped out of his shirt and into the bathroom where he heard her lock the door. Tony sighed, running his fingers through his hair before pulling his shirt on and standing to leave. She was right, they couldn't hang out there any longer. They had to get back. "I didn't mean it when I called you a whore. I was angry." He admitted loudly so she could hear it through the bathroom door. "You're not a whore, I'm just an asshole." He sighed, hoping she'd believe him. The last thing he wanted after the night they'd had was to leave her feeling bad about herself.
Jacoby looked at herself in the broken mirror, her reflection was distorted and she hated it because that's exactly how she felt. All she wanted to do was be with Tony. He made her feel alive, made her feel young and reckless, he made her want to live. For a moment she'd entertained the thought of asking him to run away with her. Even if it was for a month or six month, it was only a matter of time before her father found her. The point was thought it would be the a rush and she'd feel incredible and the consequences wouldn't matter. This wasn't some coming of age teen movie though, this was real life and she quickly shook the idea.
"I didn't mean it when I called you a whore. I was angry." he admitted and her jaw clenched as she fixed herself up a bit so she didn't look like a complete mess. She hated when he said things like that, it made her want him that much more. "You're not a whore, I'm just an asshole." she rolled her eyes, sinking quickly into her bitchy persona, so that she could push away her emotions and pretend that he'd been nothing more then a cheap fuck. She was way too good at that, she did it with her feelings for Victoria, she pretended to love Devon, and she could pretend that Anthony was only worth the sex.
She slipped out of the bathroom and glanced to him. "Ant, you really shouldn't say things you don't mean." she said simply. "Because other girls might believe you." she said like she was giving him a piece of advice. "Don't try apologizing babe, it doesn't sound good coming from you." she smirked wickedly. "I'm leaving if you intend on getting a ride home, let's go." she breathed before slipping out of the trailer without waiting for him.
She slipped into the driver's seat of her car. She waited for him to get in before they were headed back to the house. She turned up the music loud enough that they couldn't talk. She couldn't talk to him not if she had any intention of pretending they hadn't just spent several hours having incredibly hot sex. Once they pulled into the driveway she got out without another word and slipped into the house first so that no one would see them together.
When she got upstairs Victoria was gone and she was thankful for that. Devon wasn't home and she was silently grateful for that. She showered until the water ran cold, before she got out and got ready for the day. She was running off of no sleep, but that wasn't unusual for her. She'd done several lines of coke and tried to keep herself busy b cleaning her room, yet no matter what she did, she couldn't quite shake the thought of Anthony.
"Red." she heard Devon call her and she turned to him, putting on a fake smile as she ran over to him wrapping her arms around her neck and kissing him hard. "It was only one night baby." he breathed against her lips with a wicked smirk. "As much as I don't want to leave you, your brother has a job for us, but tonight you and me all night." he breathed kissing her hard slipping his tongue past her lips. "I'll be back." he promised and she nodded hating that he was already leaving and she had nothing to distract her from Anthony. After Devon left she slipped down stairs grabbing a bottle of liquor and hopping up on to the counter. All the guys were gone, which mean aside from Kiera if she was there, the house was empty, which was honestly an eerie feeling.
"Yeah, I know. I can handle him though." she said simply and he wasn't going to push it anymore. He honestly hated the thought of her with him, now that he'd had her. He hated that he'd actually be jealous when he saw them together and the thought alone was already driving him crazy. She pulled him in for one last hard kiss and he smirked against her lips. "Let me know when you want to cache in on that favor I owe you." she breathed before slipping out the door and he couldn't help but smirk.
He did a few lines of coke from his father's stash, before he slipped out of the room a bit later. He made his way upstairs and sure enough his father had called. He was quick to call him back, he reassured his father that they had it handled. He slipped into the shower, where Trixie had proceeded to try and fight with him and question where he'd been, but he quickly shut her up by fucking her. After they were finished he got dressed.
He slipped back down stairs to his Father's Office running into Devon who was coming into the house. They slipped into the office together. They were getting a shipment in today and they all needed to be at the warehouse to make sure that the deal went down well. Devon disappeared then to let Coby he was out. Vinny really didn't want to deal with Killian or Anthony. However Killian was one of their best, while Vinny's father insisted that Vinny condition Anthony to be his second in command when Vinny took over.
Eventually though Devon managed to get Killian and Anthony and the four of them were headed to an abandoned warehouse a few miles off the Vegas strip. Honestly the four of them just looked dangerous and unapproachable. They pulled into the parking lot and head inside the warehouse were several more of the lower mafia gunmen were waiting. Watching Vinny work was honestly incredible, sure he was only nineteen and he was out of control, but when he was at work he was serious and he was incredibly smart.
The man they were meeting was part of the Mexican cartel which meant he was just as dangerous as his father, maybe even a little more ruthless if that was possible. "Reaper, Killer shipment."he said simply ordering Devon and Killian to count the shipment and make sure everything was there, careful not to use their real names. He walked over to Adolfo, the man they were doing the deal with and he started speaking in Spanish, talking to the man. Several of their men stood around him and Tony making sure they were completely protected.
"Pay attention Ace." he said glancing to Tony. "My father seems to think you'd be a good second in command. I'm not explaining sit, so I hope your fast learner." Vinny smirked before he glanced to Devon who gave him the signal that the shipment was all there. Vinny simply motioned and was handed a large briefcase full of money, one of Adolfo's men took the briefcase as he started counting the money.
Keira was utterly exhausted so she fell asleep rather quickly. Typically, she tried to put off sleep as long as possible to avoid the nightmares that always came with it, but she was just too tired to stay awake much longer. As usual, she had a horribly vivid nightmare so she hadn't slept long. After only a little while, she woke screaming and covered in sweat. It took her a while to realize she was safe and in her own bed before her heart rate finally started to slow and she relaxed.
Keira sighed and sat back against the headboard, lighting herself a cigarette and taking a long drag. She tried not to think about Vinny or the night they'd had, but she couldn't help it. He'd made her feel fucking incredible and she wished they could fuck again, but she knew they couldn't. Things had to end between them before they started. She'd never be his girl, they were from different worlds, he had Trixie, and his father wouldn't allow it. Besides, it was fucked up.
After smoking her cigarette, Keira got out of bed and went into the bathroom, starting the shower. She'd showered with Killian before sleeping, but her nightmare had made her sweat so she felt like she needed another shower. She started the water and did several lines of coke while it heated up before getting in and letting the hot water wash away that horrible nightmare.
After showering, Keira slipped into a t-shirt and shorts before heading downstairs to get something strong to drink. It was strange, the huge house was extremely quiet. It was practically empty and she wondered if Coby was there. The guys were gone on a job, which she hated. She didn't like Anthony working for Coby and Vinny's father. It was dangerous work and she didn't want to lose her brother. He'd already had too many close calls when he was dealing drugs on the street to keep them from going bankrupt and what he was doing now was a hundred times worse.
Keira tried not to think about it. She couldn't even consider the idea of losing her brother. It would kill her. Instead, she slipped into the kitchen and grabbed herself a bottle of whiskey before heading outside to the pool. Hopefully Coby wasn't home. She fucking hated Coby, and with the guys all gone, there was no one around to keep them from murdering each other.
Coby came out of the bathroom and Tony could see already that she was back to being a bitch. He hated that she covered up her feelings and pretended like what they'd just done meant nothing to her. He knew it did, but she was being stubborn and it was infuriating that she couldn't just be honest with him. "Ant, you really shouldn't say things you don't mean. Because other girls might believe you." She said simply and he just rolled his eyes and ran his fingers through his hair.
"Don't try apologizing babe, it doesn't sound good coming from you." She smirked wickedly and he just rolled his eyes again. She drove him nuts, but there was something so intoxicating about her, he was crazy about her. "I'm leaving if you intend on getting a ride home, let's go." She breathed before slipping out of the trailer. Tony sighed and followed. He wanted to say something, but he didn't. He knew that it was better if the two of them just went back to pretending to hate each other so he stayed quiet the entire ride back, acting like the night hadn't happened even though her touch was all he could think about.
Back at the house, Anthony showered and did some coke before Devon came looking for him, letting him know they had a job to go do. Tony went with Devon, Killian, and Vinny to a warehouse a few miles off the Vegas strip where they were supposed to be doing a deal. Tony headed inside with them to find the man they were doing the deal with and some of the lower mafia gunmen waiting. Working for Vinny's father was dangerous work, but no matter how much Keira hated him doing it, he enjoyed it.
"Reaper, Killer shipment." Vinny ordered Devon and Killian and Tony stayed by Vinny's side as they went over to Adolfo and Vinny started to speak to him in Spanish. "Pay attention Ace." Vinny said to him and Tony just raised a brow. "My father seems to think you'd be a good second in command. I'm not explaining shit, so I hope you'refast learner." Vinny said and Tony just smirked and nodded.
Vinny motioned and a case full of money was handed to Vinny before one of Adolfo's men took the briefcase as he started counting the money. "Don't worry, I can handle myself." Tony responded with a smirk. "I've always been a fairly quick learner." He shrugged simply, not intimidated or scared at all, despite his dangerous he knew working with Vinny would be.
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