Page 36 of The Sicilian's Obsession
"Clearly, you have a problem. Do you want me to leave? Is that it?" I knew exactly what I was doing, and leaving wasn't an option.
"Fuck no." He started to pace in front of me, running his hands through his hair. "I just… I…" He shot me a pained look and growled in frustration. "I failed you, and I don't know how to fix it." It all came out as a rush.
"Failed me? You didn't fail me. I was the one who left the safety of the safe house you placed me in. I was the one who didn't think the danger was that big of a deal. You tried to protect me." What was it with men and trying to take the blame when it had to do with life or death situations?
"It was just like Weiss. If they hadn't brought you back, I would've lost you too." He hung his head in defeat.
"Who is Weiss?" Arturo never spoke about his past. In fact, he shied away from it.
"He was my best friend, and I got him killed," Arturo stated coldly.
"Why do I not believe that?" I couldn't imagine Arturo being the reason someone died. Sure, he wasn't a big old teddy bear, but to cause a death of someone close to him? I had my doubts.
"I oversaw our squad. I didn't pull back soon enough. I was the one who gave the orders. It was my fault." The last part came out brokenly, and Arturo slid to the floor in the kitchen, his head in his hands. He must have been carrying so much guilt from this.
"I don't know the entire story, but that doesn't sound like you killed him in cold blood. It sounds like he died in action and you can't stop blaming yourself for it." I was pretty much talking out of my ass. What did I know about being a service man or woman?
"That's what everyone says, but I can't believe them." So, he had gotten help for this before. That could work.
"You know what I see when I look at you?" Arturo shook his head and didn't look up. "I see a brave man. A man who not only fought for this country, but also came home and protected people at home. When I stare into your eyes, I don't see a killer. Now, Luciano Picone, stone cold killer, but Arturo Cruz, you are not. What you had to do in the service doesn't make you that and what you're doing now is keeping people like me safe from harm. A killer wouldn't do that." I knelt in front of him and made him raise his eyes to mine. I wanted him to see the conviction in my stare. He sat there, his eyes watching mine for a long while. Whatever he was looking for, he found because the next thing I knew, he had his tongue down my throat.
Arturo kissed me like I was water, and he was dying of thirst. I moaned into his mouth and followed him upward. He brought me to the bedroom and walked me backwards to the bed. "Do you trust me?" he grunted. I nodded my head with no hesitation.
He shot me a quick smile. "Lie on your stomach, hands above your head."
I paused and he raised an eyebrow at me. Trust. That was hard to give, but if anyone had earned mine, it was Arturo. He had never hurt me, unless I counted the time he'd left me for weeks. I shook the thought out of my head; it had no place here. I followed his instructions and waited, holding my breath in anticipation.
Arturo opened a drawer somewhere off to the side of me and then he joined me on the bed. He helped me out of my clothes, his breathing ragged. "You're so beautiful," he said reverently.
I felt silk running up my arm and he tugged on my curls lightly, silently asking me to raise my head up. I did, and he slipped the silk over my eyes.
"You've been a bad girl, haven't you?"
I whimpered into the pillow.
"Leaving the safe house and putting yourself in danger. I need to punish you, don't I, baby girl?"
My core clamped down on nothing, begging to be filled. I was excited. Hopefully, this would help him stop blaming himself. I think it would also help me. Maybe. Arturo was rubbing my ass with one of his big hands and I shivered below him.
"You can tell me no, and I'll stop, but try to take your punishment first, okay?"
I nodded my head again and tried to relax. It wasn't hard, with him massaging my ass, working the kinks out of my body. Time had no meaning as he caressed me, tantalizing me. It was sensual. I floated away.
The first slap was so surprising, I yelped. Arturo's hand smacked my ass and then soothed the area with his sensual ministrations. He did that for a while until I grew used to it. I was soaking the bed. If this was a punishment, then it wasn't a good one. Were they supposed to excite me and make me wet? I didn't think so.
Then it changed. He spanked me rapidly without the reprieve. My ass was on fire, and yet it still felt good. I was lifting myself toward him, begging to be filled. I could feel myself dripping onto the covers. Arturo chuckled behind me. He stopped spanking me and thrust into my pussy, shocking me with his size. He was bigger in this position, which made the stretch burn. I could feel myself hurtling toward that orgasm. It was going to be hard and I knew I was going to scream down the walls. Just as I was falling into the abyss, Arturo stopped moving. I let out a frustrated squeal, realizing what his game was.
"Naughty girls don't get to come," he whispered in my ear. While he was paused, breathing heavily above me, Arturo used one finger to circle my other hole. He leaned forward and asked, "Would you like me to take this hole too?"
I clenched down on him. I never thought I would want anyone to take me there, but with him, I could see it happening.
"Baby girl, you are perfect for me." Arturo resumed his thrusting. It didn't take long for him to bring me to the cliff once more. Yet again, he stopped, but this time he pulled all the way out, causing me to cry out.
"No, don't stop," I cried.
Arturo tsked. "Naughty girls aren't in charge, are they, baby girl?" he boomed.
"No," I whimpered.
