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sparklypinkflightsuit · 2 months ago

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Mine For The Taking: Part 3

MobAU - Colter Stevens x Reader

Warnings: Fluff, Eventual Smut, Angst, Violence and Mob related content, Swearing, Alcohol and Drug mentions, Probably a lot of inaccuracies and lack of proof reading sorrrryyyyyy

- Part 2 Here -

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18+ Only

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- 6 Years Earlier -

“I honestly can’t thank you enough.” You sighed in relief as you’d finally walked through the front door and unclipped Tank from his leash.

Tank ran off to his bed and began chewing on a toy, happy with his chaotic walk.

Colter smiled and let out a chuckle as he leaned against the open door frame, a gust of cool air wafting through the room, “There’s no way I was letting you get dragged home, at least not on your own.”

You grinned as you turned to face him, he looked much more handsome in the day light, his eyes practically glowing in the dim light of your homes entry way.

“Did you want to stay for a tea or coffee?” You blurred out, and you turned to busy yourself with some post on the side, suddenly shy and feeling hot under his stare. You had tried so hard to maintain eye contact, but his eyes bore so deep into yours you had to pull away for the fear he could read your very thoughts.

He rubbed the back of his head and smiled softly, “I would love to… but I have to be somewhere.”

You felt deflated, but forced a smile as you turned to face him and nodded, “No problem, thank you for saving me today.”

Colter smiled once more and turned to leave, and you let out a quiet sigh as you let your smile drop.

Suddenly he turned back around, and it almost startled you, and you forced yourself to straighten up from your defeated slump.

“Maybe… maybe another time though? I’d… like to maybe take you out to dinner.”

Your heart skipped a beat and you felt butterflies erupt inside you, your skin began to buzz, and you had to bite the inside of your cheek to stop from grinning like an idiot.

You pretended to consider it for a moment, and eventually nodded. “Okay. Yeah I’d like that.”

You had no idea that that would be the start of the absolutely whirlwind that was your relationship with Colter.

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- Present Day -

Since the incident at the bakery, you couldn’t get Joe to return your calls or texts. It had been a week and as you sat in your usual spot at in the warm, cosy shop surrounded by nothing but cheerful smiles of blissful patrons, you were filled with nothing but dread as the minutes ticked by, and you wondered if Joe would show.

Every stranger that walked through the door had your head whipping up in anticipation, only to let out a defeated sigh of disappointment when you realised it wasn’t Joe.

You’d finished your second anxious cup of coffee and were about to call it a day, but as you stood to leave you felt a soft tap on your shoulder.

You turned and grinned.

“Joe.” You sighed in relief at the sight of your friend, but this was quickly replaced with guilt as you noticed the two black eyes no doubt caused by his broken nose, as he pulled his sunglasses down.

You wanted to cry but instead clasped a hand over your mouth to stifle your whimper, “I’m so sorry. I should have told you.” You whispered when you eventually managed to.

You reached a hand out to touch his arm sympathetically, but Joe pulled back as if you were trying to burn him with a hot iron.

Joe looked hesitantly at you, like he shouldn’t even be near you. You couldn’t help the hurt look on your face at first, but you quickly straightened up and reminded yourself it wasn’t his fault.

Joe sighed and shook his head sadly, “I… I just wanted to come and say goodbye in person.” He said, his eyes not quite reaching yours.

“What do you mean?” Your eyebrows creased together in confusion, “You’re not meant to finish your project until next June.”

Suddenly Joe made eye contact, but he looked angry. His bloodshot eyes felt almost accusatory. “They came to my apartment, Y/N. They kicked down my door. I should never have gotten involved with you. I never would have if I knew what I do now.”

You flinched, this revelation made you feel like you’d just been kicked in the chest, you felt so guilty but you also felt hurt.

“I… I’m sorry.” You struggled to say the words, you wanted to scream and sob at the same time. You were so angry at Colter, and so hurt by Joe. “But why did you come and say goodbye if all of that is true?”

Joe sighed, “Because I did get involved and I got attached. You’re the only friend I have here, I couldn’t go without saying goodbye, and God knows how much I’m risking just by being here.”

You nodded, you understood Colter had eyes everywhere, the last thing you wanted was Joe getting hurt again because of you.

Suddenly Joe pulled you into a hug, and you felt taken aback, startled almost.

“Thanks for being there for me these last few weeks, I really am gonna miss you. Maybe I’ll see you in another life.” He drawled, before letting go and swiftly leaving the bakery.

You stood there for a while in shock, unable to comprehend how Colter could do this to you.

If he really loved you as much as he claimed to, why was he doing this?

Suddenly you realised all the eyes in the room were on you and hushes voices gossiped about the commotion you always seemed to cause, heat pooled in your cheeks and anger began to bubble.

You snatched up your bag and stormed out of the bakery.

The entire drive had you replaying the incident with Colter in your head, and the look on poor Joe’s face, and you were just getting more and more angry.

You parked the car outside the all-too-familiar home that you called yours for over 5 years and sat behind the wheel for a moment. You tried to calm yourself, breathing through the tremors and gripping the steering wheel, but it was no use and the fury was now uncontrollable.

You got out of the car and stormed up the long, winding path to the front door of the manor, where your fist slammed angrily against the cold wood.

You could hear the echoes of your knocking on the inside, followed by footsteps against the hardwood floors you’d spent countless hours picking out years ago.

The door flew open and Colter stood, surprised, and shirtless in front of you. He was sweaty, panting, his hair wild, and you knew he’d been hitting his punching bag as he so often did when he was upset.

You scowled at him, how dare he be upset, he had no right.

You slammed both hands down on his bare chest as you pushed your way inside.

“How DARE you?!” You screamed, your hands now curled into fists against his broad chest.

Colters hands moved up to curl around your wrist, holding your hands in place. “What?” He asked, exasperated. This only pissed you off more.

You scoffed, “What? What? What do you mean, ‘what?’?!”

“I mean why are you so fucking pissed off?!” He raised his voice slightly to match yours.

“I’m beyond pissed off at this point, Colt! You had no fucking right to do that to Joe! This is MY life, my friend, do you have any idea how hard it is to make friends in a town that is terrified of you?” You were now gritting your teeth, Colter had never seen you like this before and a pang of guilt shot through him.

 But he was not going to show it, “I don’t care, Y/N. He was after you, and you’re mine. I know for a fact you still love me, so don’t think for a second I’m gonna let anyone take you from me.” His voice was loud, stern, and he towered over you.

“Have you ever stopped to think that if you keep going the way you’re going I may eventually fall out of love with you, Colt?” You tried to pull your hands from his grip, and although he was gentle, your hands weren’t moving.

“No because I know you, Y/N, and I know our love. That isn’t something that just goes away, no matter how unhappy you are with what I do!” He shook your hands slightly with frustration, his eyes now pleading for you to admit what he knew to be true.

You took a small step back as you looked into his steely blue eyes, “You smug bastard. You really do think so highly of yourself.” You breathed out in exasperation.

“All you’re doing is delaying the inevitable, and I am fucking miserable without you. You and I both know you’re coming come at some point, please just save us both the pain and come home now.” His voice had softened considerably now, and he finally released your hands which fell limply to your side. You knew he was right, but you couldn’t bring yourself to admit it yet. You had told yourself you would at least try to get over him.

“No… this time you don’t get what you want.” You said softly, deflated, the anger now simmering away to sadness.

You turned and walked out the door, wondering how you would ever get over this man who had an iron grip over you.

You got halfway down the drive when you felt a hand wrap around your wrist and spin you around.

The next thing you knew, Colters arms were around your waist and his lips were planted on yours. You gasped softly, at the familiarity, but also how different it felt to all those times before.

You melted against him for a second, your hands resting on his still sweaty chest, and allowed yourself just a moment of bliss before you pushed away and shook your head.

“Just… leave me alone.”

Without looking back you walked to your car, got in and drove out of the estate you once called home.

As you drove you looked back in the rear view mirror, at Colter as he watched you leave.

Something deep inside you told you that you were making a huge mistake, but you were too stubborn to listen to it.

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- 6 Years Earlier -

You buzzed with anticipation and nerves as you finished getting ready for your date with Colter.

The weather was dreadful, and torrential rains uncommon for that time of year had flooded the cold, dark streets outside, but you were determined to make it to town for your date no matter what.

You smoothed out your brand new dress and checked yourself in the mirror for the 10th time.

You looked perfect, but you felt so nervous that you had to check again before you eventually made it to the front door.

You gave Tank a fuss as you left and were suddenly overcome with guilt for leaving him on his own for the first time, however this was luckily short lived as he happily curled up on the couch and went straight to sleep.

You sighed as you stepped out onto the front porch and opened your umbrella, your cab had just pulled up but the short distance between your home and the sidewalk was sure to drench you unless you had some sort of cover.

“Evening ma’am.” The older gentleman answered as you climbed in and shook off your umbrella before rolling it back up. “You off on a date?”

You smiled, “Yeah, is it that obvious?”

The gentleman smiled, “Not overly, but you do seem nervous.”

You made small talk all the way into town and paid the driver, getting your umbrella ready before you opened the door.

“Have a good night ma’am, you be safe now.” He said as you climbed out of the cab and back out into the bad weather.

You thanked the driver and walked down a side street towards the restaurant.

As you approached you noticed Colter standing outside. He wore a slightly unbuttoned white shirt and blue jeans, his short hair speckled with rain drops and obviously getting very wet without an umbrella as he waited for you, soggy flowers wilting under the pressure of the heavy droplets.

You laughed in surprise as you walked up to him. “What are you doing?” You gasped.

A huge grin spread across his face as he noticed you approaching him, “Waiting for you.”

As you got closer you noticed how his clean pressed white shirt stuck to him, his toned chest on display as the material turned translucent.

You pulled your eyes away, “Why didn’t you wait inside?” Your mouth slightly agape in shock. “You must be freezing!”

Colter, on the other hand, didn’t seem to notice the cold, and couldn’t take his eyes off of you. “You look… incredibly beautiful.” He breathed, ignoring your question.

You felt yourself blush, but you needed to maintain your composure even though he made you feel like melting right in front of him. You stepped forward so that Colter was under the protection of your umbrella.

“Here, before you get completely drenched.” You smiled up at him. Too late, you realised, but you liked standing this close to him.

You tried not to actually touch him, teetering on the absolute outer edge of the umbrellas protection.

“Well… I don’t think we can go in there while you’re…damp.” you gestured at the fancy restaurant and then at Colter. “I think I know a place we can go and dry off for a while.”

Colter nodded and bit the inside of his cheek, “Lead the way.” He chuckled.

You lead Colter down another dark little side street and through a courtyard, where a soft cosy light lit up the cobblestone from a window that beckoned you, the smell of basil and tomatoes compelling you to follow. It was a tiny Italian restaurant that you had frequented over the years, nothing fancy but the food was some of the best you’d ever had.

You looked up at Colter to explain why you’d picked this place, but you were surprised to see that he was already staring longingly down at you. “What?” You asked in surprise.

Colter shook his head, and tucked a stray hair behind your ear, “Nothing, it’s just… every time I think I have you figured out, you go and do something that makes me realise I probably never will.”

“What do you mean?” You chuckled, shivering slightly under his touch.

“Most girls would insist on the fancy dinner, the nice restaurant, they wouldn’t adopt the biggest, bounciest dog from the shelter, or go out to a club they hated just to make their sister happy, they’d probably be put off that I didn’t think to bring an umbrella-“ you cut him off by grabbing his hand with your free one as you stood in front of the little restaurant.

“Let’s get one thing straight, if you’re going to date me you will realise pretty quickly that the only thing I give a damn about is whether or not you’re a good person, I don’t need fancy… I need real.”

Colter grinned and nodded, “So we’re dating then, huh?”

You rolled your eyes playfully, “Hmm… barely.” You joked.

He took your other hand and gently removed the umbrella from your grip, the heavy rain quickly drenching you as you gasped at the feeling and began to laugh. Colter threw the umbrella onto the cobblestone, and wrapped a strong arm around your waist, pulling you into him.

“What are you doing?” You asked, your heart thudding violently against your rib cage.

“I’m making us even.” He gestured with a nod to your wet hair.

You breathed out a nervous laugh as Colter bent down and pressed his lips against yours, and you felt like the air was sucked from your lungs.

His lips were gentle, but the kiss was purposeful and eager. His hand came up to cup your jaw and you sighed into him, giving yourself into the feeling.

Eventually you pulled away, the raindrops trickling down your back causing you to shiver.

Colter smiled adoringly down at you, “How about we get inside?”

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- Part 4 Here -

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sparklypinkflightsuit · 1 month ago

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Mine For The Taking: Part 4

MobAU: Colter Stevens x Reader

Warnings: Fluff, Smut, Angst, Violence and Mob related content, Swearing, Alcohol and Drugs, Kidnapping, Injury

- Part 3 Here -

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- Present Day -

You busied yourself that day with work, in between loads of laundry and trying to keep Tank entertained in your moms small house.

He had grown used to the sprawling lawns and many rooms in the house where you and Colter lived, but, despite your moms growing disdain, you managed to find little ways to entertain the big, bouncy old dog.

Her sofa had become lopsided with the weight of the giant dog laying in his favourite spot day after day, and the floorboards had grown somewhat scuffed from his huge paws bounding up and down the hall from the bedrooms to the kitchen when you sneakily threw his ball indoors. Her perfectly manicured tiny garden now nothing more than a muddy pit where he had done his zoomies in such tight circles.

But she didn’t mind too much, she loved you and grew to love Tank, and as much as she missed her privacy and freedom, she would have you stay with her as long as needed.

What she didn’t love, was the constant knocking on the front door. Day after day, sometimes even nights, gifts and flowers and chocolates and balloons, all for you and all thrown away.

Everything made its way into the trash the second it landed in your hands, and it showed absolutely no signs of stopping.

You emptied the trash for a third time that day, threw the clothes in the dryer and closed your laptop, fully aware you were too distracted to get any work done.

“Mom, do you need anything from the store?” You called as you threw your jumper on and slipped your feet in your shoes.

Your mom poked her head out of her bedroom, clearly busy with work herself. “Yes! Please could you grab some mushrooms for tonight’s dinner? Totally slipped my mind.”

You grinned, “Ohh, what are you making?”

“It’s a surprise, chicken.” She said as she dipped back into her room. “Thanks and be safe!” She called.

“See you in a bit, love you!” You called as you walked out the door.

The air was crisp but beginning to shift from icy winter weather to slightly more bearable pre-spring, and you sucked in a deep breath which was followed by a sigh. You were tired of feeling the way you did.

You felt like you were grieving, only the man you grieved was still here and refused to let you move on from him.

You were angry. Angry at what Colter had done and angry that you still loved him.

You were nauseas, all the time, the conflicting feelings and emotions wrecking havoc on your stomach and your nerves.

You walked through the quickly darkening street towards to small store where you did most of your shopping, your mind absent as you contemplated what to do and what to say to Colter, and you didn’t hear the car following behind you slowly on the quiet street.

The cars headlights were off and you only snapped out of your trance and realised someone was following you when you heard the car door open.

You swung around to face a tall, bulky man, who had a scowl across his face. He did not look friendly but you forced a smile anyway.

“Can I help you?” You straightened up and asked confidently, your arms uncrossing and falling to your side, your fists inadvertently clenching.

“You need to come with me.” The man stated, and began to walk towards you.

You stepped back and held up a hand, “No, I don’t think I will. Who are you? Do you work for Colter?”

The man continued walking towards you as you walked backwards, he chuckled menacingly, “No, but you’re going to bring Colter to me.”

Your body went cold, you realised you were dealing with someone who Colter obviously had pissed off, and turned on your heel.

You ran down the side walk and heard the car door closing, and the car speeding up behind you.

You could see the small store in the distance, convinced you could make it there and get help.

You glanced over your shoulder and noticed the car had mounted the curb and was directly behind you, closing the gap quickly.

You ran into the street in a panic, hoping a car might drive by and you could flag them down, but the street was eerily quiet and the man swerved off of the sidewalk in pursuit of you.

Your lungs were starting to burn as your legs ached under you, carrying you as best as they could, but so badly wanting to give up.

You pushed yourself as fast as you could towards the sidewalk on the other side of the street, where it was dotted with trees and you thought you may be able to evade the man in the car.

The street was wide and it felt like you’d never reach the other side, your legs turning to jelly. You began to panic as you heard the car get closer and the headlights that had now been turned on got brighter and brighter.

Suddenly, almost too quickly, you felt the cold, hard metal of the car hit your lower back, and a searing pain jolted through you as you rolled onto the bonnet and over the top of the car.

You landed with a heavy thud behind the car on the ice cold tar, and tried to gasp for breath. The air had been knocked from your lungs, and you began to panic, trying desperately to draw a breath.

Your vision began to blur and just as you thought you might pass out, you drew a deep, desperate breath and began to cough and splutter, quickly trying to push yourself up off the ground.

You had definitely hit your head and more than likely broken your wrist, as the searing pain from pushing yourself off the ground had you feeling dizzy.

The man had climbed out of the car now and was walking slowly over to you, not at all worried that you may run again, you thought for a second that maybe he liked the chase.

You hobbled as best as you could on a sore leg but ultimately were no match for the big man. You felt his hand in your hair and he yanked you backwards into him.

The man grabbed you by the broken wrist and you screamed, but he didn’t seem to care.

“HELP!” You tried to scream, but it sounded like nothing more than a pathetic yelp over the blood rushing to your eardrums.

He squeezed your wrist tightly and yanked your hair before pushing you into the back of his car, and then your vision went black.

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- 6 years earlier -

After your date you started spending a lot of time with Colter, and he treated you like a princess every time.

Some days he would show up at your door with roses and whisk you off for a surprise date, some nights he’d cook for you in his beautiful home, other nights you’d just curl up on your couch and tell each other about your lives in front of the fire with a glass of wine.

About 2 months into seeing one another, you hadn’t heard from Colter for a couple of days, and you began to worry.

It wasn’t like Colter to go quiet, he was the one who insisted on lunch dates and phone calls and almost constant gooey text messages.

You picked up the phone and dialled his number, but it went straight to voicemail.

You felt it was weird but went about your day, thinking he would call you when he was free.

The day passed and night fell without word, and you began to grow more and more worried.

You picked up the phone and called the only

person you could think of.

“Morgan, I need your help.”

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- Present Day -

You woke up with a fuzzy head in a dimly lit room, and it took you a good long few seconds to remember what had happened.

You tried to stand but yelped in pain as taught ropes pulled against your ankles and broken wrist, and tears sprang to your eyes.

“Hello?” You whimpered, “please… let me go!”

You knew it was futile trying to plea, but you didn’t know what else to do. You knew threats would merely be laughed at.

You got no response, and the constant throbbing in your head accompanied by the fear in your chest made you feel sick, so you closed your eyes and breathed.

You sat and breathed in the dimly lit room for what felt like forever when you heard footsteps approaching and a door open.

The door creaked open and the footsteps got closer. You opened your eyes and tried to sit up straight through the dizziness, your vision blurred and spinning.

The man approached, this time a smile across his stony face. It looked unnatural and cold.

“Where’s your phone?” He asked.

You looked up at him confused and didn’t answer.

The man’s smile dropped from his face and he was suddenly inches from yours.

“I said where’s your fucking phone?!” He spat.

“In my bag. I had a bag with me, I don’t know where it is.” You sobbed, terrified.

The man straightened back up slowly and walked out of the room. He was gone for a few minutes before he returned with your phone at hand, the screen damaged but still working.

He flashed the phone at your face to unlock it and began scrolling through your contacts, and then dialled.

The phone barely even rang when you heard a familiar but faint voice on the other end.

“Y/N, baby, I’m so glad you called.” Colters voice rang through the tinny speakers. The man removed the phone from his ear and put it to yours, nodding at you to speak.

You kept quiet, unsure of if you wanted to bring Colter into whatever situation this was.

“Y/N?” He asked, his voice clearer now and worried.

The man scowled, “Speak.” He demanded.

“Babe, who’s with you?” Colters voice now in full blown concern.

“I’m… in some basement, I think. I’m hurt, and they’re trying to get you to come, but Colt… don’t come. It’s not safe-“ you sobbed.

The man snatched the phone away from your ear and placed it to his. “Stevens, this is your last warning. Come to 212 Ainsley Place with all of the cash in the next 2 hours or your pretty little pet is dead.”

The man hung up and threw your phone at your lap, where it bounced and fell to the floor. He looked at you with disgust and left the room.

You sat in the dim room and began to really panic. You knew if Colter turned up, this man would have no issue finishing you both off, with or without the money.

You began to sob as you struggled against your binds, desperate to reach your phone to tell Colter not to come, but it was no use. The ropes pulled at your broken wrist and the pain was too much, so you defeatedly slumped back into the chair.

You would never forgive yourself if you were the reason that anything had happened to Colter, even if you were still angry with him. You still loved him more than you could comprehend, and now you feared for his life, and yours.

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- 6 years earlier -

You turned up outside the old club with Morgan a little after 9pm, the mild spring air refreshing sweaty dancers and drunken partiers as loud music spilled from the open doors.

You were now better acquainted with the bouncers, and decided to cut the queue, much to the disdain of the people waiting to get in.

“Hey Charlie, is Colter working tonight?” You asked the big burly man at the door.

“Hello ladies! Nah not tonight, thought he would have been over at yours? It’s all he’s been talking about lately.” Charlie said, a look of confusion on his face and his arms crossed.

You suddenly became panic stricken, it wasn’t like Colter to just disappear like this. “Thanks Charlie, I’ll go by his house and see if he’s there. Can you just get him to call me if he comes by here?”

Charlie nodded with a small smile on his face, and you left.

“Sorry to drag you out Morgan, I think I’m gonna take you home and then I’ll swing by Colters.” You said as you got in the car and started driving away from the club.

“You sure you don’t want some company?” She offered.

You smiled at her and chuckled, “No I’m okay, I think you probably have better things to do than follow me around all night.”

You dropped off Morgan and made your way to Colters estate, still baffled by how a night club manager could afford such a lifestyle, and as you pulled into the drive you noticed the lights inside were on.

You suddenly felt a hot flash of anger as you realised Colter was probably sick of you and just trying to ghost you.

You parked the car and stormed up to his front door, knocking hard.

A few seconds later the door flew open and your anger immediately subsided, and turned to worry again.

“Colt… what the hell happened to your face?” You gasped as you pushed your way inside to see him better.

Colter looked sheepish as he lifted an ice pack to his split lip, his left eye blackened and a purple bruise growing on his cheekbone.

“Nothing, I just got into a fight with some people at the club, it’s nothing. I’m sorry I didn’t call, my phone was broken in the scuffle.” He laughed sheepishly.

You tutted at him and shook your head, taking his hand and leading him into the kitchen. “You weren’t at the club, I was there and I spoke to Charlie. What’s really going on, Colt?”

You pushed him gently down onto a barstool and inspected his face.

Colter was quiet as he thought, his jaw ticking in frustration. “It was just a fight, okay, I’m fine.”

“You need to call the police.” You stated as you took the ice pack and dabbed the side of his lip where the split was.

Colter pushed your hand and the ice pack out of the way and stood to his feet, “No, I don’t need to get the cops involved, Y/N. Just drop it.”

You stood watching Colter potter around the kitchen in confusion, “Colter something is going on and if you won’t tell me then I can’t be here.”

Colter turned around to face you and his expression was soft, apologetic. “I know, I’m sorry. It’s just not safe to bring you into this.”

Your eyebrows pinched together and you let out an exasperated laugh, “Of course it’s not safe, look at your face! What exactly are you involved in, Colt?”

He was quiet for a long time, and then beckoned for you to sit.

You shook your head, you were too pent up to sit, so Colter sat instead, in front of you on the stool. He pulled you into him gently and rested his head on your chest with a deep sigh.

When he looked up, his eyes were watery, something you’d never seen before.

“What’s going on, Colt?” You whispered as you gently cupped his cheeks.

“I’m the head of a syndicate, Y/N.” He said, his voice hushed, his hands holding onto your sides for dear life.

“What?” You asked, confused.

“I run a crime ring. My dad was the Don of a huge mob on the south side, when he passed away a few years ago, I had to take over.”

You stepped back out of Colters reach, the heat of panic spreading through your body.

“You’re in a gang?” You asked.

Colter nodded.

“You’re not a manager of a club?”

“No.”

You shook your head and placed a hand to your forehead.

Colter cleared his throat and spoke up, “I own that night club. And a few others. I own most of the businesses in this town actually.”

Your eyes shot up to his in surprise. “You… own them? So this syndicate or gang or whatever you choose to call it… it’s big?” You were horrified, your boyfriend, the man you were head over heals for, was a mobster.

Colter nodded, and began to walk slowly over to you. You were pinned up against the kitchen counter and Colter closed you in slowly, unable to move out of his way.

“Y/N, I understand fully if you don’t want anything to do with me, but if there’s even a tiny piece of you that thinks you could forgive me, or that could overlook what I do, I could make you the happiest woman alive.” He breathed, kissing your forehead. Your body went warm from the feeling and you inadvertently keeled into him.

Colter held onto you, one arm wrapped across your lower back and the other cupping your cheek, his long fingers dipping into your soft hair.

“I- I don’t know how I feel, Colt. It sounds dangerous...”

“It is… but I vow to keep you safe as long as you’re with me. No one will ever lay a finger on Colter Stevens’ girl.”

His deep voice made you feel safe and you felt yourself melting into him more. “I’m your girl?” You teased with a soft grin, and Colter finally dipped his head and kissed you like he had something to prove.

You moaned softly into his lips and wrapped your arms around his neck as you deepened the kiss. Colter practically purred at the feeling of your fingernails scraping his scalp.

He pulled away just for a second, and he looked down at your beautiful face longingly. “I’m so sorry I kept this from you… I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

Instead of responding, you pulled Colter back down by his neck and kissed him again, this time with more passion and need.

Colter took the back of your thighs and lifted you into the counter, moving his lips down to your chin, cheeks and neck, sucking gentle marks into your soft skin. You moaned as affirmation that you wanted him to keep going, and he was more than happy to oblige.

Colter lifted your jumper over your head, and kissed a trail down from your collarbone to your bra, sliding a hand around your back to expertly remove your bra.

Colter took a second to marvel at your beautiful body before he pushed you down to lay on the counter. You gasped at the cold feeling of the marble against your body but you were quickly distracted by the feeling of your jeans sliding down your legs.

Colter stood over you, his eyes lust blown and his hands exploring your curves. You bit your lip and felt almost embarrassed by the way he stared, but as soon as he came down to kiss your stomach, you soon forgot the embarrassment.

“Oh… Colt…” you moaned as his lips trailed further south. He was teasing you at this point, his lips and tongue tracing your underwear until you shivered.

He flattened his tongue and licked over your clothed core and you gasped, your back arching. Colter growled and suddenly your underwear had been torn off of you.

Colter wasted no time, his soft tongue delving into your hot core and moving in patterns that had you shaking. His face now buried between your legs, lost in your taste and you in how he made you feel, his hand moved upwards to stroke your stomach and breasts, while the other gripped onto your thigh to pin you down.

You gasped and shivered every time his tongue moved over your sensitive little nub, but just before you could completely unravel, he stood upright. A look of feral lust and hunger on his face as he looked down at your beautiful and flushed form.

Slowly, almost tauntingly, he began to discard his own clothes, piece by piece until he stood completely naked in front of you. You almost choked on your breath at the size of him, unsure if you could take him, but oh so ready to try.

Colter pulled you into a sitting position, kissing you tenderly once you were close enough.

“I love you.” He breathed, and it took you by surprise. You pulled back and looked at him, trying to tell if he was serious.

Colters face turned serious and his hand came up to cup your jaw, “I love you.” He repeated.

You smiled, and a small laugh escaped your lips, “I love you.” You told him back.

Colter seemed filled with a whole new bout of energy, and he surged forward to capture your lips. His hands moved to your ass and he pulled to forward on the counter top towards him.

Your fingers tangled in his hair as you kissed him back hungrily, angling your body to give him the access you both longed for.

Colter positioned himself at your entrance, and you both gasped as he pushed into you. You gripped his shoulders for support as he got fully seated, and as he pulled out and pushed back in again, your head lulled back at the feeling.

“Oh my god.” You whimpered, “You’re… so big. You feel so good.”

Colter couldn’t even get his words out, the feeling of you tightly gripping him, the warmth and softness and just the way you looked had his eyebrows creasing and the tip of his tongue between his teeth in concentration.

His finger tips went white as he squeezed the flesh of your ass and continued to pump into you.

You lay back down against the counter top and Colter lifted one of your legs over his shoulder, using this new position to his advantage, and his thumb came down to slip through your wet folds, where it rubbed loose circles on your sensitive nub.

Your back arched and you whimpered, Colter picked up his speed as he looked down at you lovingly.

“I can’t fucking get enough of you.” He grunted out.

At his words, you began to shake, and your coil came undone. Your body arched and quivered as you came hard, and you clenched around him.

Colter picked up speed, and sunk his teeth into the flesh of your calf to stifle the curse words that spilled from his mouth. He came undone and spilled into you, his last few thrusts slowing as he enjoyed the feeling of your last wave washing over you, clenching around his throbbing cock.

Colter collapsed on top of you, panting. Your fingers curled into his hair as you caught your breath, your heart racing at how your first time with him had been so incredible, and how passionate it had been.

After a few minutes of laying there and holding one another, Colter stood and helped you to your feat, and then scooped you up by your legs and held your naked body against his in a bridal style.

“What are you doing?” You chuckled breathlessly.

“I’m taking my incredible girlfriend to bed, her bed if she’ll be kind enough to move in with me?”

You laughed as he began to carry you up the stairs, “Only if I can bring my dog.”

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