Page 40 of Sworn to My Heart
“I’ll make sure to wash it off you in the bath,” I say teasingly, slapping her sexy ass that’s conveniently on my shoulder. I’m already about to burst with desire, I can’t wait any longer.
Her body stiffens, and she stops laughing abruptly. “Put me down,” she demands. I lower her from my shoulder, we’ve reached my room in the apartment, right in front of the bathroom door.
“I can wash myself,” she whispers, her voice tinged with a fear I’ve never heard before. Just when I feel things are goingsmoothly with her, I’m reminded that I know nothing about her past.
Why the hell is she so scared all of a sudden?
I lean down, gently holding her chin and tilting her face up to mine. “Are you afraid of me?” I ask, my lips close to hers.
She shakes her head no, but her body remains tense. She’s hiding something. You won’t hide anything from me, Alin.
“Then there’s no reason I can’t wash you. Come on.” I take her hand and pull her toward the bathroom, and she resists, her face flooded with anxiety. What happened in the last few minutes to make her so panicked?
I lift her into the bathtub and turn the faucet handle. She needs to get used to us showering together; she’s going to be with me for a long time.
“What’s going on here?” I ask, surprised when no water comes out of the faucet. I shake the hose and keep moving the faucet handle, but nothing happens.
“No idea, maybe it’s a sign you should take me to bed first,” she suddenly wraps her arms around my neck from the tub, clinging to me with her legs. Now we’re talking. Maybe she’s still angry with me so she’s trying to play games?
“I am going to take such good care of you today,” I reply teasingly and carry her, still clinging to me, to the bed in my room, throwing her onto the mattress on her back and leaning over her. “I’m going to release all the frustrations of the past two weeks,” I whisper against her neck, slipping the straps of her dress off her shoulders, her breasts springing free and calling to me. She’s not wearing a bra again; she’s deliberately trying to kill me.
I bite her nipple hard this time again as a punishment, and she cries out, hitting me in the chest. “That hurts!” she whimpers.
“Good, it’s supposed to hurt. You keep going around withouta bra in front of people outside; this is your punishment.” I want to keep teasing her like this, but I can’t hold myself back anymore after these two weeks. “But I promise to release all your pent up emotions today, and I intend to keep that promise,” I replace my teeth on her nipple with my tongue, teasing her in circles.
She moans and arches her back, a sight more beautiful than anything—naked, under my mercy, in my bed. I don’t intend to let her go anywhere. My hand glides down her side to her thigh, squeezing and lightly spanking her round ass. An ass that’s made perfectly for me and has my dick ready to explode. I caress her inner thigh, moving upwards in slow circles toward her sensitive area, her moans growing louder. She presses closer to me, eager for my touch. She doesn’t need to ask twice.
I immediately run my fingers over her clit, then slide them down, feeling how wet she is. I slip a finger inside her, and she moans loudly. I silence her with my tongue, thrusting it deep in her mouth while my finger plays inside her. Her eyes fly open with a gasp, and our eyes lock. I can’t hold back any longer.
I pull my finger out and thrust my throbbing cock into her in one swift motion. She’s so wet that I slide in easily, and I groan loudly at the intoxicating feeling. I’ve waited for this for two fucking long weeks.
“No matter how much you fight it, you’re mine, and you belong here. This is your room; this is your home,” I say, punctuating each declaration with a hard thrust. She moans, her gem-like eyes shining, urging me to move faster until she cries out my name, wrapping her legs around my back. Feeling her orgasm pulse around my dick, I climax right after her.
I collapse beside her, wrapping my arms around her, pulling her close with her back to me, feeling her breathing slowly return to normal.
“Still mad at me?” I ask softly, my lips brushing the curve of her back. A small moan escapes her lips, and I smile to myself, knowing I affect her just as much as she affects me.
“I am not mad at you; I just don’t know if I can trust you,” she answers, turning to face me. Her words sting, a painful reminder of how much trust matters. I can be many things, but I’m loyal to the death. She doesn’t know how crazy I went thinking she was betraying us and working with the Russians.
She doesn’t come from my world; she’ll never understand what it means, even if I explain. Loyalty is our first law, and anyone who think to defy it—that would be their last thought in this life.
“I know you don’t understand, but loyalty comes first for us. When you lied to us, I was seconds away from going on a killing spree. For the first time in my life, I lost my direction because I couldn’t handle the situation like I should as a capo,” I confess, feeling a strange release in being honest. She traces her fingers along my jawline, our eyes meeting.
“I can handle all the dangers and truths you throw my way. But you keep everything to yourself, suffering alone and hurting everyone around you who cares. I understand you have an image to uphold, but I don’t need a capo by my side. I need you. I don’t know if you can give me that. I don’t even know how long I can stay with you... “ She opens up, but her last words feel like a punch to the gut, and she seems lost in thought.
She’s thinking of leaving? Doesn’t she realize there’s no way out, neither from me nor from the mafia?
“I’m not sure you understand yet, so let me make it clear again—there’s no leaving the mafia alive. Do you get that?” I reply, and she rolls her eyes at me again. I really need to start punishing her every time she does that.
“Just when I think you’re opening up to me, the caveman comes back,” she sighs. “But I’ll accept it,” she finally says,teasingly kissing the corner of my mouth and whispering close to my ear, “Only if you could always fuck me like one.”
I glance wickedly at her, quickly flipping her onto her stomach and climbing on top of her. Grabbing her hands behind her back, I whisper into her ear, “That’s a promise I’m ready to keep.”
Alin
A week has passed since we sat and laughed in the kitchen. During that time, my relationship with Luca has only grown stronger, despite my initial resistance. I admit, I don’t want to prevent our relationship from developing even though I know it will end sooner or later. We spend a lot of time on the balcony, a spot I discovered during the two weeks Luca abandoned me. It’s hidden behind transparent glass doors on the other side of the main floor. I wonder why they don’t use it every day, especially with the weather improving day by day.
It’s impossible not to fall in love with the expansive balcony overlooking the city. The doors reveal the bustling beauty of the city at all hours, from sunrise to sunset. I often find myself on that balcony, soaking in the view, lost in thought. I take advantage of sunny hours to recline on the sun loungers placed in the center.
