First Love

ARIA’s POV

ARIA’s POV

“What are you doing, my doll?” He asked.

Groaning internally, I rolled my eyes. Obviously while looking away from him. He’s such a pain in the ass. I mean come on, why always this doll thing? I f*cking hate it. I hate him.

Oh really Aria? My inner concise mocked me.

I rolled my eyes, again.

“Your doll is planning a picnic for you.”

He raises his eyebrows and looked at me like I’ve grown two heads. “Are you dumb?”

“Nope.” I smiled.

Well obviously I am going to enjoy this picnic thingie. I mean come on, I’ll get a chance to have some fresh air.

“You think a f*cking Mafia like me would go to a shitty picnic?” He hissed.

Oh no! That Mafia who fantasies me as a doll? Wow! Well do note my sarcasm.

“Pretty please, Daminao. Your doll wants to go on a picnic with you.” I batted my eyelashes.

He stilled, staring at me. He stood up from the bed and took strides towards me, cornering me to the wall. His breath fanned all over my face and I couldn’t help but look into his fascinating eyes. Oh damn to those eyes which drives me crazy. I took a moment to admire his beautiful face, his subtle jaw, his plum lips… oh damn. I am gone!

“Say that again.” He said which sounded more like a whisper.

“What?” I asked, not being able to focus at all.

“Say what you earlier stated.”

Yeah right!

All of sudden he spoiled all of my mood!

I greeted my teeth.

“Your doll.” I said, plainly.

He shook his head. “No. Not that.”

Eh?

I rewinded my mind but nothing made sense.

“Then what?” I asked.

“Say my name.”

Oh come on. He can’t be serious? But his facial expression told me otherwise. Knitting my eyebrows, I played with his shirt’s button and smiled, shyly.

“Damiano.” My tongue rolled out his name like I know him since forever.

“Again.” He said, licking his lips.

“Damiano.” I said, again.

“F*ck.” He cursed under his breath and came a little closer and bend his head low till his nose touched mine.

“It sounds sexy as hell when you say my name, my doll.” He chuckled.

And it took his one sentence for me to feel wet down there.

I held my breath and felt my legs going wobbly. Oh Damiano, f*ck me already.

I was about to kiss him before he parted away from me.

I blinked trying to process that why he did so? I freaking wanted to kiss him and do much more than that.

“Let’s go to picnic.” He passed me a smirk.

This son of a bitch. I hate him!

Groaning I nodded my head and started preparing basket for the picnic.All content © N/.ôvel/Dr/ama.Org.

Sandwiches. Chips. Chocolates. Water bottle. Perfect, I am ready.

I wore a peach jumpsuit and borrowed a casual clothes from Alex for Damiano.

“Here. Take this.” I offered him the clothes which he took gladly.

I don’t know why he’s acting this soft though.

He changed his clothes Infront of me, proudly showing his glory in tight underwear. My mouth ran dry and I couldn’t help but stare at his mini state, shamelessly.

Gulping the saliva down my throat, I tried to avert my gaze but he caught me looking at him.

My cheeks flushed all colours of red and I fixed my eyes on the floor. He chuckled and quickly wore the clothes I gave him.

I sat beside him in the car and happily looked at him. He was driving and trust me he looked deliciously hot!

Hush Aria!

“You’ve changed.” He smiled.

I knitted my eyebrows and shook my head. “What do you mean?”

He licked his plum lips and smiled. “Now you’re behaving like my little doll.”

And my mood got crushed in seconds. I averted my gaze away from him and looked out of the window.

Trees were passing by and they seemed more beautiful than my current situation. I don’t want to be anyone’s doll. I don’t belong to anyone. I don’t like wearing the collar he gave me, I just don’t.

But that’s okay. I’ll manage to bring the real man out of his psycho self. Atleast I can hope for it.

We reached a pretty site. A small garden full of tulips and roses. I smiled brightly and decided to forget everything and just enjoy the moment.

In-between flowers, I placed the basket that I brought and opened it. Daminao sat next to me and to my surprise, he was happy too.

“This is beautiful.” He grinned.

And I don’t know why but it made my heart skip a beat. I mean I’ve always seen him being all dominant and ruthless, but today he’s grinning like a little boy. I wonder how his childhood was? He was happy kid or sad? I don’t know anything about him, about his obsession with dolls. What could be the story behind that though?

I offered him sandwich and he ate in plain silence but this time the silence between us was soothing. It didn’t irk me.

“Damiano.”

“Yes, doll.”

“I love you.” I smiled.

Hold on. I don’t love him. Nope that could never happen. Now I realize that I am too young to fall for him but simply it was part of my act that I need to continue till he agrees to see a psychiatrist.

He chuckled and nodded. “Thank you.”

I made a face at his stupid reply to which he laughed. “What else am I supposed to say?”

“Why?”

“It’s your job to love me, my doll.”

Yeah, right!

His obsession!

“What are you doing, my doll?” He asked.

Groaning internally, I rolled my eyes. Obviously while looking away from him. He’s such a pain in the ass. I mean come on, why always this doll thing? I f*cking hate it. I hate him.

Oh really Aria? My inner concise mocked me.

I rolled my eyes, again.

“Your doll is planning a picnic for you.”

He raises his eyebrows and looked at me like I’ve grown two heads. “Are you dumb?”

“Nope.” I smiled.

Well obviously I am going to enjoy this picnic thingie. I mean come on, I’ll get a chance to have some fresh air.

“You think a f*cking Mafia like me would go to a shitty picnic?” He hissed.

Oh no! That Mafia who fantasies me as a doll? Wow! Well do note my sarcasm.

“Pretty please, Daminao. Your doll wants to go on a picnic with you.” I batted my eyelashes.

He stilled, staring at me. He stood up from the bed and took strides towards me, cornering me to the wall. His breath fanned all over my face and I couldn’t help but look into his fascinating eyes. Oh damn to those eyes which drives me crazy. I took a moment to admire his beautiful face, his subtle jaw, his plum lips… oh damn. I am gone!

“Say that again.” He said which sounded more like a whisper.

“What?” I asked, not being able to focus at all.

“Say what you earlier stated.”

Yeah right!

All of sudden he spoiled all of my mood!

I greeted my teeth.

“Your doll.” I said, plainly.

He shook his head. “No. Not that.”

Eh?

I rewinded my mind but nothing made sense.

“Then what?” I asked.

“Say my name.”

Oh come on. He can’t be serious? But his facial expression told me otherwise. Knitting my eyebrows, I played with his shirt’s button and smiled, shyly.

“Damiano.” My tongue rolled out his name like I know him since forever.

“Again.” He said, licking his lips.

“Damiano.” I said, again.

“F*ck.” He cursed under his breath and came a little closer and bend his head low till his nose touched mine.

“It sounds sexy as hell when you say my name, my doll.” He chuckled.

And it took his one sentence for me to feel wet down there.

I held my breath and felt my legs going wobbly. Oh Damiano, f*ck me already.

I was about to kiss him before he parted away from me.

I blinked trying to process that why he did so? I freaking wanted to kiss him and do much more than that.

“Let’s go to picnic.” He passed me a smirk.

This son of a bitch. I hate him!

Groaning I nodded my head and started preparing basket for the picnic.

Sandwiches. Chips. Chocolates. Water bottle. Perfect, I am ready.

I wore a peach jumpsuit and borrowed a casual clothes from Alex for Damiano.

“Here. Take this.” I offered him the clothes which he took gladly.

I don’t know why he’s acting this soft though.

He changed his clothes Infront of me, proudly showing his glory in tight underwear. My mouth ran dry and I couldn’t help but stare at his mini state, shamelessly.

Gulping the saliva down my throat, I tried to avert my gaze but he caught me looking at him.

My cheeks flushed all colours of red and I fixed my eyes on the floor. He chuckled and quickly wore the clothes I gave him.

I sat beside him in the car and happily looked at him. He was driving and trust me he looked deliciously hot!

Hush Aria!

“You’ve changed.” He smiled.

I knitted my eyebrows and shook my head. “What do you mean?”

He licked his plum lips and smiled. “Now you’re behaving like my little doll.”

And my mood got crushed in seconds. I averted my gaze away from him and looked out of the window.

Trees were passing by and they seemed more beautiful than my current situation. I don’t want to be anyone’s doll. I don’t belong to anyone. I don’t like wearing the collar he gave me, I just don’t.

But that’s okay. I’ll manage to bring the real man out of his psycho self. Atleast I can hope for it.

We reached a pretty site. A small garden full of tulips and roses. I smiled brightly and decided to forget everything and just enjoy the moment.

In-between flowers, I placed the basket that I brought and opened it. Daminao sat next to me and to my surprise, he was happy too.

“This is beautiful.” He grinned.

And I don’t know why but it made my heart skip a beat. I mean I’ve always seen him being all dominant and ruthless, but today he’s grinning like a little boy. I wonder how his childhood was? He was happy kid or sad? I don’t know anything about him, about his obsession with dolls. What could be the story behind that though?

I offered him sandwich and he ate in plain silence but this time the silence between us was soothing. It didn’t irk me.

“Damiano.”

“Yes, doll.”

“I love you.” I smiled.

Hold on. I don’t love him. Nope that could never happen. Now I realize that I am too young to fall for him but simply it was part of my act that I need to continue till he agrees to see a psychiatrist.

He chuckled and nodded. “Thank you.”

I made a face at his stupid reply to which he laughed. “What else am I supposed to say?”

“Why?”

“It’s your job to love me, my doll.”

Yeah, right!

His obsession!