Finn's lips crash against mine, and I lean into them. I want him just as badly as he wants me. His hands move slowly up my arm to cup my neck as the kiss deepens. For a moment, I decide to forget everything — no family drama, no Vito, no expectations. Finn's groans are music to my ears as I bite his bottom lip. One hand moves to grab my waist, and the other slides slowly to the zipper of my hoodie. His tongue seeks entry into my mouth, and I open for him with a gasp. Our tonguesfight for dominance as his hand moves from my waist to grab my ass, and I moan as all my senses come alive. The pool at my core grows wetter, and I want nothing more than to feel his hands on every part of me.
This is wrong, so wrong, for so many reasons. I am supposed to remain untouched until marriage. That is what good mafia princesses do — they wait. And if I lose it to an enemy, that will be the ultimate sin. But part of me wants to give in so badly.
My silent prayer is answered as he pulls down my zipper, revealing the tank top I have on underneath. I thought I had felt desire before, but when his hand grabs my breast, I moan into his mouth. The warmth of his lips disappears, and I immediately feel like I am being punished. His eyes are filled with want for me, eliciting a different type of hunger from me. His thumb traces my lips as he squeezes my breast harder.
"This is the last time you ignore me, Gianna," he whispers, his coarse voice sounding like a command to my body.
Words evade me, but my answer is clear to him when my lips find his this time.
One minute we are making out in front of Mary's statue; the next, I am being guided up the narrow stairwell into the tiny apartment above.
"Are you sure no one's coming?" I ask breathlessly as he pushes the creaking door open to the bare-bones room meant for preachers in residence.
"No one is coming. The only worship happening now is me bowing down to you."
My body vibrates with the weight of his words. Our lips meet again, crashing desperately against each other. Finn takes off my hoodie, and our lips remain glued as my back hits the small bed.
"You taste like heaven," he murmurs against my lips.
I shiver, my body responding to every touch, every word. I run my hands along his shoulders, tugging at his shirt. Finnhelps me, pulling it over his head and revealing the chiseled muscles beneath. My hands explore him, tracing the lines of his chest and abdomen. Finn groans softly, capturing my lips again as his hands move to my jeans.
This feels like freedom. Maybe this will be what finally wrenches me free from the prison that is my family.
"I want you, but are you okay with this?" He knows I am a virgin and what this moment means to me. My breathing comes out ragged as I manage to speak.
"Fuck me."
That is all it takes for him to lose total control. He unbuttons my pants with practiced ease, sliding them down my legs along with my underwear. I kick them off, leaving myself completely bare before him. Finn pulls back just enough to take me in, his eyes dark with desire.
"I'm going to make you mine," he declares.
The words land somewhere deep, somewhere I have been keeping locked. I look up at him and he is already looking at me, green eyes dark and steady, and for a second there is no Rosso, no Costello, no war. Just him. Just me. Just the terrifying, stupid, beautiful truth that I am about to give him something I have never given anyone, and I want to.
"I'm already yours," I whisper, and I barely recognize my own voice.
Finn exhales against my mouth like I have just broken something in him. Then he pushes into me, slow and full, and a part of him fuses with me as his shaft slides into my already dripping core. I feel a sharp pain, but what follows is pure bliss. A feeling I can't put into words. He feels right inside me as he moves gently at first, allowing my insides to adapt to his size.
"Are you okay?" he whispers into my ear, and I nod, relishing the feeling.
"Good, cause I'm about to fuck you."
Those are his last words before I feel myself move into a different realm. A place where it is just Finn and me. He kisses my shoulder, his hands sliding to my breasts as his thrusting becomes urgent.
"Finn…" I moan, my head digging into the bed as he moves. Finn's hands stay on me, teasing and caressing as his thrusts grow deeper, more purposeful.
"You feel incredible," he murmurs against my ear, his voice rough with pleasure.
I wrap my hand around his neck, pulling him close as I dig my fingers into his back. The heat between us builds with each touch, each movement pushing me closer to the edge. Finn's hand slides to my hip, holding me steady as he thrusts harder, his other hand cupping my breast and pulling me flush against him. I cry out, wrapping my arms around him as we both tumble over the edge. The moment I come, all the tension disappears and I feel euphoric. Finn collapses onto me, our bodies tangled as we catch our breath.
"Don't pull away from me again," Finn whispers, pulling me into his arms.
"I won't." I press my face into his chest, letting his heartbeat slow against my cheek. "I couldn't even if I wanted to."
He kisses the top of my head. We lie like that for a long while, his fingers drawing lazy circles on my bare shoulder.
"I hate that you have to go back," he says finally.
"I know."
