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The Man Of Sin: Chapter 7

Date: 5/5/2015, Categories: Dark Fantasy, BDSM, Bondage and restriction, Oral Sex, Author: Sage Of The Forlorn Path, Rating: 93.8, Source: sexstories.com

nerve to speak. “So where are we going?” “Right here.” She looked around and her heart dropped into her stomach. The street was lined with red rental Vespas in front of a scooter shop. “Oh no, no, no, no, no, no.” “Come on, it’s just like the old saying. When in Rome, do as the Romans. This is tourist tradition. Don’t tell me you’re scared.” “I prefer to be surrounded by steel and airbags.” “Said the girl who wanted to become the Pope’s bodyguard…” Xavier touched one of the scooters and it activated without needing a key. “Oh god, you’re going to steal it?” He gave her a dry look and sat down on the bike. “Helena, don’t you know who I am?” She covered her face with her hands, feeling this day spiraling out of control for the second time. “Ugh, fine, I’ll bring it back.” She looked up, seeing the storeowner inside. He was getting to his feet, hearing the revving of the scooter and preparing to chase down the two teens. “Well I’m not getting on that thing without a helmet.” “Oh for fuck’s sake...” He grabbed her wrist and pulled her onto the bike. Sitting sideways across his lap, she yelped as he pulled out into the street with the storeowner running out after him. Speeding down the road, she held onto him for dear life, screaming into his chest. She was silenced when he placed his hand on the back of her head. “Oh relax, I’M your helmet.” At that moment, her heart calmed and she momentarily forgot she was on a scooter. She felt only the kiss of the wind on her skin, the ... warmth of the Italian sun, the roughness of Xavier’s coat in her hands, and the softness of his shirt against her face. She actually felt… safe. ‘That’s right. With Xavier’s powers, it’s impossible for us to get in an accident. As long as I ride with him, I’ll be ok.’ Helena worked to suppress her grin of amazement as she gazed at the Colosseum, Rome’s pride and joy. She had seen in before, but it still left her awestruck. With Xavier around, she couldn’t allow herself to smile. The walls of concrete curled around each other, like a stone rose. “You should have seen her in her prime.” She turned to him. “Excuse me?” “This is nothing. When she was first built, she was a masterpiece.” “You… you were there back then?” “I was born at the same time as Christ and I’ve been traveling ever since. I spent a lot of time here in Rome back in the golden ages. Those were good times. Come on, let’s head inside.” This time, Helena didn’t tense up when he put his arm around her. She simply let him lead her to the ticket gate. Since they were “both” underage citizens of the European Union, they didn’t have to pay to get in. The corridors were roped off in certain areas to keep tourists from wandering or doing something they should have. She didn’t know why, but she suddenly felt the weight of awkwardness on her chest. The sounds of their footsteps in the dark halls seemed to reinforce the lack of conversation between them. Should she say something? No, why would she do that? Why would she need to? ...