Little Snowflake: A dark romance novella, page 14
“You’ve ruined me, Pria. No one else can have you. You’re mine, and I’m yours.”
“I’m all yours,” her nails dig into my back as she scratches her way down. “And you’re mine, Tristan. All mine.”
Admissions of ownership is all it takes for Pria to come around my cock and for me to come inside of her. We sing in harmony as we float on a cloud of pleasure as our bodies weaken with each convulse. Sight becomes blurred as stars take over our vision and the orgasm high starts to kick in.
Pure fucking bliss.
Our unison orgasm is further confirmation that we are fucking made for each other. Like Adam and Eve, the Gods made us so pleasure and desire can be experienced every single fucking day.
Laying next to Pria, I tuck the blanket over her nude body and join her underneath. My hand caresses her cheek as I observe her natural state. While there are hundreds of words to describe Pria Romano, the one that describes her most accurately is flawless, because not an inch of her, inside and out, holds a single fault.
“Tristan,” she speaks barely above a whisper as she faces me.
“Yeah, baby?”
“I remember you.”
My stomach drops in uncertainty as I try to figure out where she remembers me from. She couldn’t. Could she?
“My grandparents' funeral. I remember you.” She brushes her lips against mine. “And now, I’ll never forget.”
Struck with grief and heart-wrenching pain, she still remembered me. Purity and trust fills my heart as her words reassure me more than I ever could’ve asked for. She’s my greatest achievement, and I'm thankful I have her until my last day on earth.
22
Pria
I’m floating on a cloud of pure bliss and I never want to come down ever again. He’s everything and more; safety, security, trust, pleasure, protection, happiness. He was right in front of me months ago, but I didn’t realise. We were given a second chance, and it’s worked out perfectly.
“Come on, I have some people I’d like you to meet.” Tristan’s statement has anxiety whirling in my stomach, but I remind myself how far I’ve come. I can do this.
Placing my dress back on, that luckily didn’t get destroyed by Tristan, I attach my mask and ruffle my hair so it looks a lot more like part of my outfit and a lot less like sex hair.
Tristan on the other hand isn’t so lucky. Ripping his shirt open felt right in the moment, but now he’s paying for it.
I look around the room to find anything that can help with a quick fix. Drawers upon empty drawers, until I find a handful of safety pins. Perfect.
“Come here,” I instruct as I start looping the safety pin through the buttonhole and the side the button used to be on.
“A needle so close to my skin? I’m not sure I feel safe.” Tristan teases me as he doesn’t even flinch when the safety pins come close to him.
“Try having a stalker, that usually makes you feel unsafe.” I wink.
“Let me turn back time and change the past.”
“No,” I answer back embarrassingly fast.
His eyes squint at me before a deathly gorgeous smile fills his face. “Sweet little Pria Romano, have I corrupted you?”
“You just showed me who I really am.” I shrug. “You may be a little unhinged, but I’m not as innocent as I seem. We all have darkness inside of us. We just bring out the best kind of darkness in each other.”
His hands grasp my cheeks as he pulls me in for a kiss, and I almost get lost in the moment. It’s not until he hisses in pain that I realise I’ve accidentally stabbed him with a safety pin. “Oops! Sorry.” I wince.
“You’ll pay for that later.” His eyes scream desire and I have to clench my thighs to control myself.
“I’m counting on it.”
***
“Mom,” Tristan taps Mrs De Santos on the shoulder as she stands in conversation with some caterers. She’s breathtakingly beautiful up close and I have to remind myself to not do anything embarrassing. I push all thoughts from my mind and just think of greeting this woman.
She turns and faces us, and her smile instantly beams. “This is Pria-”
“Romano.” She finishes Tristan’s sentence. “Edna and Herb’s granddaughter.” Her hands hold each side of my cheeks and the gesture feels oddly comforting. Tristan’s hand meets my back for reassurance. “They talked about you all the time. You were their everything. The world would stop spinning if they lost you.”
That’s how I felt when I lost them.
“It’s so lovely to meet you, Mrs De Santos.”
Her brows soften at my address. “Please, call me Emma.”
“Emma.” I repeat.
She embraces me into a hug, placing her head on the side that Tristan isn’t on. “I don’t know what you’ve done, but I’ve never seen my son smile like that. You make him happy and I’ve been praying to God every single day for him to send Tristan a woman. I’m glad he sent you.”
I fight back tears at Emma’s admission as I see the generosity in her expression when we separate. Giving her a nod of admiration, she understands as she returns the nod.
“Well, who’s this fine looking woman?” A low gravelly voice pulls my attention as the other De Santos brother walks over to us. He holds out his hand, to which I go to shake, but he places a kiss on my hand. “I’m Nate, the better looking brother.”
Tristan’s huff of disapproval pulls a laugh from me. It’s so nice seeing him in a normal family setting.
“Pria,” I answer with a smile.
His face suddenly contours in a knowing look, and I feel like it’s something I have no knowledge of. Before my brain even has a chance to overthink, Savannah comes over and hands me a glass of wine.
“Whew! The wine here is impeccable.”
I bite my tongue to stop myself from laughing out loud. I’m glad she complimented the wine and not insult it, considering who she’s standing with.
“This is my best friend, Savannah.” I introduce Savannah to the growing group. I point at each person standing in front of us, hoping Savannah catches on when I say their names. “This is Emma, Nate and Tristan.”
Judging by her facial expressions, she has no clue who they are. Instead she excuses us to go to the bathroom.
Typical Savannah.
Tristan
My eyes trail Pria as she heads over to the bathroom with Savannah. Judging from Savannah’s reaction, she knows absolutely fucking nothing. Or she’s just tone deaf, which wouldn’t surprise me.
Pria’s interaction with my mother filled me with pure adoration, and although my mother thought I couldn’t hear her, I heard every word she said. And the fact that Pria didn’t go running straight after means my mother didn’t scare her off. Thank fuck.
“So.” Nate stands next to me, looking at the same corridor Pria and Savannah went down. “100k worth of clothing that Pria Romano wore?”
I breathe a laugh. “I’m surprised it took you so long to figure out, brother.”
His response is barely an octave, but I hear it. “I was too focused on her best friend.”
“Savannah Beaumont.” I feign in surprise.
Irritance flicks my way when he realises I heard him. “I’ve just got to fuck her and get it out my system. Then I’ll be onto the next.”
“Real classy, Nate.”
“Come on, brother. We aren’t all whipped like you.”
I laugh at his answer, but I don't bite. I don’t give a fuck if I’m whipped. At least Pria’s mine, and she can do with me whatever she pleases.
23
Pria
The weather is edging closer to winter, but I’d never say no to a picnic. I have a suspicion, and I’m using a picnic date to get my answer.
I chuck on a navy sweater and sweats and lay my grandparents favourite burgundy blanket out in the backyard. I packed the picnic basket inside the house and brought it outside with me, laying the food contents out in perfect spread organisation.
Strawberries, grapes, cheese, sandwiches, chips, chocolate, candy, and marshmallows are placed next to each other and I stand up to admire my own work. I squeal in excitement when I hear the doorbell sound throughout the house. I note that Bucky is halfway across the yard and completely oblivious to the door, it’ll help me get my answers when Tristan is here.
Pacing through the house, nearly slipping over Ashy in the process, I open the front door a little breathless than I wanted, but I can’t contain my excitement when it comes to seeing Tristan.
He’s wearing a navy suit from just finishing work, and I have to gulp my drool away. He wears his reading glasses and has his hair tousled but styled. A bunch of carnations in one hand and a bottle of Merlot in the other, I carefully take them out of his hands, place them on the hallway drawers and jump into his arms.
It’s only been a week since the Ice Ball, but I’ve seen Tristan practically every day since. I’ve slept over at his house almost every night, considering Savannah is staying at mine in the evenings due to a shitty home situation, so she watches Bucky and Ashy for me. He’s taken me out for dinner in restaurants in Charlestown’s neighbouring city, Casamount, and he’s introduced me to the rest of his family. He understands how my family works and that the only family I ever really had were my grandparents and Savannah.
“Did you just ring the doorbell?” I question in sudden confusion.
He frowns as he realises that he did, and we both laugh in unison. “First and last time,” he teases.
My feet stand firmly on the floor when he puts me down and his lips meet mine as our world fades away around us. Nothing but a cloud of fog invades my brain as I get swept up by his perfect lips, Bucky’s bark in the distance is the only thing that pulls me from my daze.
Inviting Tristan inside the house he already allowed himself to enter months ago, I quickly put the flowers in water and grab two glasses from the kitchen as we make our way out to the backyard. I remind myself of mission suspicion as I focus my attention on my goal.
We take a seat on the picnic blanket and Tristan pours us two glasses of wine before holding the glasses up for a toast. “Here’s to new beginnings.”
“And new connections.” I smile.
A loud clunk echoes from the glasses as they make contact, and we sip our wine in unison. The blackberry and plum assaults my taste buds as I swallow the wine. “Oh my God,” I suck the familiar taste off my tongue again. “That’s delicious. Where is it from?”
Tristan’s face remains straight, but something passionate swirls in his eyes. He knows I recognise the taste.
“No way,” I shake my head in confusion. “How?”
“I have my ways.” He answers. “I told you, I’d do anything for you, Pria.”
My eyes well up with tears of thankfulness. I have no clue how he had my favourite bottle of wine shipped over from Italy because it’s only available in Italy. I have no clue how he knows it’s my favourite. It should be impossible, but he’s made it possible.
Words get stuck in my throat, my only choice is to jump on him. I embrace him in a hug that makes me feel like I'm in the safest place in the world. Nothing can hurt me when I’m in Tristan’s arms.
“Thank you.” I leave a delicate kiss on his lips. “For everything.”
“No, thank you, Pria. For accepting me for who I am.”
Admiration flows between us as a minute of silence grows. It’s comfortable, and I think about how great this man makes me feel. I didn’t think I’d be blessed in this lifetime with a partner who understands me, but life is full of surprises.
A ball of fluff appears in the corner of my eye, and I see Bucky bounding over and suddenly barking when Tristan comes into view. I start to worry that Bucky is going to go into protective mode so I rise to my feet to intercept Bucky before he gives Tristan a few nasty bites.
I lower down in front of him so he can see I’m unharmed, and he accepts this by giving me licks. Then he spots Tristan and strolls over. Instead of smelling him curiously, Bucky jumps up and starts licking Tristan’s face like he knows him.
He fucking knows him.
Suspicions confirmed.
“I knew it!” I shout. “Bucky! You’re meant to protect me! Not willingly let my stalker into our house and befriend him! Traitor.”
Tristan laughs as Bucky carries on giving him love. “What can I say? He knew we were meant to be together before you did. He’s more like a wingman.”
My mouth falls open in fake offence. “A wingman?!” I throw a strawberry at him. “You two are terrible.”
“Maybe, but you couldn’t live without us.” He winks, pulling me in closer to him.
And while the remark was sarcastic, he’s not wrong. I couldn’t live without them. I didn’t think I had anymore room in my life for someone else, it was always me, Bucky and Ashy against the world, but Tristan was the missing piece I didn’t know we needed until he appeared.
We’re unbeatable; a team that bursts with trust and protection.
And while we didn’t have the textbook start to our story, all the best love stories are between the girl and the villain, and they always end with a happily ever after.
Exactly like us.
Epilogue
Pria
One year later
Little Snowflake,
Happy Anniversary, baby.
I have a proposition for you. I can make you come more than once.
I need you naked and waiting in the maze.
And just so you know, I’ll be there watching before you know I’m there.
Blindfold is included.
XO
Heat builds inside my core after I spot the letter on the kitchen counter on my lunch break. I spot the hidden clue in the letter. If he’s already watching me, he knows I’m already aroused. He helped me accept that kink I felt ashamed about, but he helps me embrace it, he even encourages it.
I dip my tongue out to wet my suddenly dry lips, and read over the letter one more time. There’s no poem at the end which sparks my interest, but I can’t focus on it now. I have to head to the maze.
Tension builds through my body as I open the back door and make my way towards the maze. With each few steps I take, I take off an item of clothing, leaving it discarded on the grass. My skin becomes hyper aware of the cool air as it kisses more skin as the clothing leaves my body.
I unclasp my bra and drop it to the floor, leaving my breasts exposed. My nipples harden instantly, painfully erect from the exposure, but I invite the sensation. It adds to the thrill.
My eyes gaze at the treeline as I try to look for any movement, but I’m faced with nothing. I know he’s here watching me, but I don’t know where.
Trailing my thumbs down my hip bones, I hook them under the waistband of my panties and begin lowering them until they puddle by my ankles. I kick them off and leave them behind as my fully naked body moves away from all the items that covered me.
My head turns to face every noise as my hearing becomes heightened. Every movement and noise lights a spark of anticipation inside of me knowing that it could be Tristan. Slick juices start dampening my thighs at the knowledge of being watched; I prepare myself for overstimulation.
The maze is something I learnt when I was six years old. I know every dead end, every turning and every correct path. I can walk this maze in my sleep. It’s always been something I can use to my advantage, but since Tristan has learnt each pathway, I feel like prey in shark infested waters. It doesn’t matter what scenario is playing out, he’ll find me every single time.
And that’s exactly what I want.
Weaving in and out each left and right turning, I come face to face with the spacious middle. A blanket is placed in the middle of the centre and I sit down in the middle of it. Taking a deep breath, I open my legs and trail my right hand down to my core. Dipping one finger inside myself, I let out a gasp of satisfaction as I begin pumping in and out. I don’t try to be quiet, instead I moan my pleasure out loud.
I close my eyes and imagine my finger is Tristan’s before moving my slick finger towards my clit. Circling at a steady motion, my nerve endings become live wires as each movement brings me closer to finishing.
Heightened sensations begin building as I come closer and closer to my high, but just before I can come, a hand lands on top of mine and stops my movements.
Hot breath fans my ear as a blindfold is tied over my eyes, leaving my four other senses to enhance. A hot front is pushed tight against my back.
Leather and cedarwood invades my senses as a hand replaces mine on my clit. “Did you miss me, little snowflake?” Barely a whisper, but a voice I recognise. “I missed you and your perfect pussy.”
His words alone bring me closer to falling over the edge, but I try my absolute best to hold out. I don’t want this to be over just yet. His hot mouth suddenly sucks on my finger that was just inside of me as he groans, “Fucking perfect.”
He circles and flicks my clit as his breathing heavies in my ear. I can feel his erection pushing into my ass, my desperation to have it inside of me starts running thin.
Heat builds low in my belly as the volcano begins to erupt. My panting grows heavy as my back begins to arch, and a sudden flux of white spots blur my vision. My orgasm shakes me to my core as each limb in my body jolts with pleasure. I’m floating as ecstasy flows through me, riding out the high of my orgasm.
“That’s my good girl,” Tristan whispers in my ear. “Coming for me like you’re told.”
I try calming my breathing, but I’m still as turned on as before, especially with Tristan and his stiffened erection plastered into my back. “Lie down,” I instruct him.
He pauses for a few seconds, but obeys without question. Using my touch instead of my covered eyes, I turn my body around and sit on Tristan’s hard bulge. His hiss of irritance solidifies he needs his release sooner rather than later, but I’m just playing his game, so I take my time.
