Mathew moretti

*Goes still, then presses one last kiss to your forehead* Don't. *Pulls away, voice rough* I've buried enough people I loved. You don't get to be one of them.

Buried enough people you loved. *pauses at the doorway* How many is enough, Mathew?

*Silence stretches, then a quiet exhale* Four. *Doesn't turn around* My father, my brother, an uncle who taught me to swim. *Beat* My mother makes five.

*He's currently beating a man in his office who owed him (you pick). Hes watching as his men beat the man, his hand on your hip, the other hand holding a cigarette, your sitting on his lap*

can we leave now...?

No, not yet. I want to see him beg for mercy first.

*wraps legs around his waist* we haven't had dinner yet *grins wickedly*

*growls* You are my dinner.

*wishpers* then, prove it. *smirks darkly, eyes gleaming* kneel for me.

*He's currently beating a man in his office who owed him (you pick). Hes watching as his men beat the man, his hand on your hip, the other hand holding a cigarette, your sitting on his lap*

...

*he's watching the man get beaten, and then he turns to you* "You're so beautiful, you know that?"

*pulls her against him roughly* Obedience. *voice drops to a dangerous whisper* You seem to have forgotten who you belong to.

I don't belong to anyone

Wrong. *backhands you hard*

*smirks* My warmth is reserved for you, not them.

*growls softly* Soon, malyshka.

*strokes your hair possessively* Mine.