Page 20 of His Gilded Cage

“Take me,” she whispered, running her hands through her hair, she raised her arms up and lifted her hips in the air.

I answered her with my cock, sliding deep inside.

We rocked together, our bodies moving with a familiar comfort. Carmella reminded me of the uncomplicated days of my youth when passion was my guiding light.

Now holding onto her hips as I raised her body up and down pushing deeper and deeper, I let that passion ignite again. I lost myself to the nostalgia of her body, to the safety of her touch. While the world changed all around me, I needed this moment to ground me.

Carmella moaned, her breath changing and I felt the familiar tightening as her body tensed. My body responded catching hold of her energy and following. I pushed into her deeper and deeper until I felt her release, a moment later I followed and we collapsed together in the safety of my bed.

Carmella lay with her head on my chest, her fingertips traced circles along my abs. Moonlight filtered into the bedroom through the blinds lighting up one side of her face. Suddenly I saw my relationship with her so clearly. She represented all that was good and bad about my life like the two sides of a coin.

“So, what happened in Sayulita? Did Veronica tell you more about your mother’s case?”

I said nothing for a moment. Carmella looked up, her eyes narrowing as she scooted up onto one elbow. “You are keeping a secret from me. I can see it in your eyes.”

“I learned something yesterday,” I said. “I don’t want to burden you.”

“Burden me,” she said. “I am here for you, I always am.”

“What I’ve learned may change the way you view my family. It may change the way you view me because of what I have to do.”

“Nothing you tell me can change the way I feel about you or your family,” Carmella said.

“I got access to the case files in Sayulita.”

“Those old papers? Why would you . . .?”

“There was a letter that makes me believe my mother didn’t drown herself.”

“A letter . . . but the police completed their investigation. Your mother was depressed, Marco.”

“Was she?” I said, my pulse racing. “Because that’s not how I remember her. The letter proves that she planned to leave my father. She wanted to start a new life in New York City, but my father found out where she was somehow. He knew she was unhappy about his business . . .” I fell short of telling her what I’d learned about the cartel.

Carmella sat up. “And are you sure the letter is real,” she said. “There are powerful people in the world who would love to hurt your family with scandal.”

“It was her voice,” I said. “I could feel her spirit in the letter. It was real, Carmella. She didn’t want to die which means everything I believed to be true about the past is wrong.”

“Marco,” she said. “What are you saying?”

“I have memories that I can’t explain. Memories I tried to bury and failed,” I whispered. “I believe I’ve been hiding from those memories all these years.”

“Like what,” she said.

“My mother crying in the courtyard,” I said.

“She was emotional.”

“My mother telling me that we lived in a cage.”

“Oh Marco,” Carmella said, rolling on top of me. She placed her hand between my legs and began to stroke. “It was all such a long time ago,” she said. “How can you know what was real and what you imagined? Veronica should never have gotten you all riled up.”

Her touch was so distracting

“Is this getting you riled up?” Carmella whispered, sliding down my body. Her lips danced across my skin, her tongue teased me as she worked her way towards my cock. “Do you like?”

“Yes,” I whispered. “God yes.” My hands in her hair, I inhaled as she wrapped her lips around my shaft and drew me into her mouth, sliding me in and out.

It was impossible to remember what I wanted to say. It was impossible to think of anything but the pleasure radiating from her mouth and the sweet wet sensation of her fucking me with her lips. She hummed a bit as she slid up and down my shaft, going faster and faster until I was coming in her mouth.

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