Page 101 of Where Quiet Hearts Scream
He must see the question in my face because he pulls out of mouth and cups my chin.
“You need to relax your throat,” he says softly. “Take me to the back and breathe through the reflex. Just breathe. Then open up and I’ll push in a little.”
I nod and part my lips. He feeds his cock into them and slides all the way to the back of my throat. My gut rolls as my gag reflex kicks in.
“Breathe,” he whispers. “Open your throat. Relax it.”
It’s takes a few attempts but eventually my throat softens. He sees it in my eyes and nods once just to be sure. I hum around his cock since I might do him an injury if I nod my head.
He slowly pushes further in, all the way reminding me to breathe, and stroking reassuring fingertips across my cheeks. My eyes are stretched so wide I can feel tears form in the corners.
He nods again and pushes deeper still. I can now only fit one hand around his remaining length.
“I’m going to fuck your throat baby, okay?”
I hum again but it’s broken. I want him to do whatever he needs to do. I want this to be good for him.
He pumps his hips slow and short and I feel the head of his cock brush the walls of my throat. I focus on staying relaxed, though it’s hard. His eyes roll back almost straight away.
“This isunbelievablyfucking good,” he murmurs. “I’m not going to last. I’m going to come so hard in your gut.Shit.”
I grab the backs of his legs, trying to hold on while he thrusts a little deeper, a little harder.
“You are a goddamn angel,” he says. Then themuscles at the back of his thighs grow tight and solid. His balls below my hands tighten and lift and he comes down my throat with a thundering curse.
I hold still while he unloads every last bit, then focus on staying open while he pulls out. Before I can wipe my mouth, he’s hauling me to my feet and pressing his lips against mine. He doesn’t care that I taste completely of him. He swirls his tongue around my mouth and presses small kisses to my lips.
“Thank you, thank you,” he whispers between breaths and kisses. “That was the best fucking head I’ve ever had. It was perfect.Youare perfect. It was exactly what I needed.”
I pull back. “Good.”
“Yeah, I reckon I can at least count to ten now before I put a bullet into someone.”
A corner of my lip curls up. “Well, that’s something.”
“Come on,” he says, wrapping an arm around my neck. “Let’s get you some gelato. I think your throat is going to need it.”
Serafina
“I’m heading out to the store, Sera. Is there anything you need?” Viola calls up the stairs.
“No, I’m fine, thank you. See you later.”
I fasten the second diamond stud to my ear and then tuck my hair over one shoulder. I’m already counting the hours until Andreas comes home. Even with Benito here, we still can’t keep our hands off each other. I kind of wish he’d brought Tess so her boyfriend wouldn’t be the spare wheel while he’s staying under our roof, but she’s preparing for a dance tour with her new company and has to stay in New York. She calls daily though, eager to know if Benito and Andreas have extinguished their father.
I don’t like to think about it. I’m not concerned for Andreas’ safety—if anyone can protect themselves fromvenomous small-minded gangsters, it’s my husband. But knowing about someone’s murder being imminent to being taken aback when you aren’t expecting it are two very different things. Knowing makes me an accomplice and while I’ve managed to accept many labels in recent weeks, colluding side-kick isn’t one I’m open to.
They left in the early hours of this morning to meet with some of the Di Santo soldiers. I don’t know if the purpose is to discuss ‘business’ or the location of Leonardo Bernadi, and I don’t want to.
I’m glad for the peace and the space. I want to cook something for my husband and his brother. Something that doesn’t require a knife. As far as I’ve come since I moved in here with Andreas, he still hasn’t removed the padlocks from the drawers and cupboards. We discussed it and I didn’t object. He wants to assure my safety and I want to let him. It won’t be forever.
I pull a thick sweater on, walk into the kitchen and take a cookbook down from one of the shelves. I won’t need a knife to bake a cake. I carefully lay out the bowls, spatulas and ingredients, then weigh everything out, setting them aside into neat piles. I haven’t baked anything in ages and I just know already it’s going to soothe me.
The house is quiet and peaceful, my bare feet on the kitchen tile the only sound to be heard. I gaze out the window. Snow is beginning to fall on the trees and lawns, which only makes the silence softer. With the branches mostly now bare, I can take in the extent of the land on which our home sits. It’s vast and beautiful. Awarmth fills me up as I remind myself again how damn lucky I got. It’s been quite a ride to get here, but the perfect life has unfolded alongside the revelation of who I really am.
Just as I bend to switch on the oven, the doorbell goes. It’s probably Viola having forgotten her key again. She’s been doing that a lot these days and it’s making me a little worried. She’s become like a mother to me and I couldn’t bear to see her health deteriorate just as she’s been brought into my life.
I loosen the oven gloves and drop them onto the counter, then make my way to the door. I open it, expecting to see Viola’s apologetic face, but no one is out there.
