Page 19 of Midnight Rose

Ruby

I can't sleep. After everything I've been through, my body is exhausted, but I can't fall asleep. My mind is racing with everything that happened today, everything Orlando told me, and the fact that my future will be decided in the next few moves I make.

Finally, I have the ability to make a choice for my future, and everything is different. Before, all I wanted was a normal life, to go to school and have a small slice of freedom.

I got that, and in the moment, I loved it, but the thought of going back to that doesn't sit well with me, not one bit. So, where does that leave me? Do I want to leave Orlando and the mafia life behind?

Staying with him means staying in this life, to some point. I know I would have many more freedoms than most mafia wives. What about my feelings for him? Would I ever feel this way about another man? I doubt it.

In the end, I know what Orlando did came from a good place. I can't imagine being married into that horrible family who kidnapped me. The way they just talked to each other, much less how ugly they talked around other people. Orlando is cold, but he treats his men with much respect.

If I don't choose Orlando, do I go back to my dad and have to let him pick another marriage for me? I'm no longer a virgin, so I'm considered damaged goods. I can only imagine the type of union that would get me.

I don't know how long I lay there and go over my choices, but every little noise has me jumping. An animal outside, a creak in the house, water dripping in the bathroom.

It hits me then. I haven't been alone like this since I was locked in my tower. Even at school, my roommate and the guards were in the room and nearby. Then when I came here, I was with Orlando from day one, not that there was anywhere else I really wanted to be.

Why am I lying here alone when the one I want to be lying next to is right next door? Probably not sleeping, but keeping watch over me. Was there really any question about what I was going to do? I just needed to process it all.

Getting up, I sneak over to the door and crack it open. One of Orlando's men is at the foot of the stairs, and he watches me but says nothing. I give him a shy smile and close the door behind me. Then open the door to Orlando's room and peer in.

It's dark, but there is light coming in from outside, and I can see him in bed. The door squeaks a little as I open it, and on the other side, I can see Orlando turning toward me.

Neither of us says anything as I make my way to the bed and get in with him. He's lying in the middle on his back, so it's easy to slip in and curl up to him. He wraps an arm around me, holding me tight.

Quietly, with neither of us speaking, I lay with him as his body heat comforts me, and soon sleep takes over.

When I open my eyes again, daylight fills the room. A quick glance up at Orlando shows he’s still sleeping, and it doesn't look like we have moved much in the night. I am still curled up to his side, and he's still holding me tight to him.

The biggest difference is how hard he is, and while I had planned on telling him I picked him, I guess it couldn't hurt to show him either. I slide down the bed, careful not to wake him. Then I take the sheets and his boxer briefs with me until his big hard cock is exposed.

Making sure he's still asleep, I gently grip the base of his cock and suck the tip into my mouth. Then I slowly begin working him in and out as I take more each time.

Even though he groans, his eyes are still closed as I take him deep down my throat. That's when Orlando's hand grips my hair at the back of my head, and I look up to find him awake and watching me.

But he doesn't stop me, so I continue, my breasts brushing against his thighs, sending shivers to my core. The power of his pleasure in my control makes me wet and so damned turned on. Even though I want to climb him and ride out our climaxes, I want to give him this, too.

I pull away just enough to speak.

"I chose you," I tell him and try to take him back in my mouth, but his grip on my hair tightens, and he pulls me off him.

"Get up here so I can show you exactly what choosing me means." I crawl up the bed until he puts my lips to his and flips me onto my back.

This time he moves down the bed, taking my sleep shorts with him, and wedges himself between my thighs, spreading me wide as he wraps his arms around my thighs and looks up at me.

"Being mine means you will wake up with me between your legs every morning." He leans in and runs his tongue from my slit to my clit, making my body jerk at the sudden pleasure.

"It also means you will always cum first, and on that, I won't budge." Then he starts lapping at me like he hasn't eaten in months, and I'm an expensive steak dinner.

He knows how to work my body and doesn't waste any time bringing me to the brink of a climax and then stopping at the inside of my thighs. Even though I'm breathing hard, I know begging won't help. He wants to drive me crazy, and I want him to because I know the reward will be all that much better for it.

His eyes meet mine as he latches on to my clit and does that magic trick with his tongue that sends me over the edge.

My back arches and fire shoots through my blood, and he doesn’t let up as he watches my soul leave my body and then crash back down to Earth.

"You will always cum first." He smirks and kisses his way up my body.

I know without even asking, we won't make it out of bed today. And maybe not even tomorrow.

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