Chapter 5
This was finally happening. I couldn't let myself get too excited, not when at any moment Cesare could change his mind. He wasn't a man used to not getting whatever he wanted or even having to succumb to someone else's wants.
The plush leather seats of the Rolls Royce we were in was like sitting on butter.
I tried not to think about what had transpired in the bathroom, but it was all that circled my brain.
My thighs clenched together remembering how hot it had felt to have Cesare’s cock between them.
Given more time, would he have fucked me over the sink instead?
If I’d pushed, maybe gave what’s-his-face a kiss on the cheek, would Cesare had lost his cool and really owned me?
Fuck, so many possibilities, and although I couldn’t change the past, I wanted to play out all the scenarios in my head. Each one fueled my desire for the man.
"Stop fidgeting," Cesare said.
I hummed and did my best not to stare at him too much. "Can't help it; someone left me aching."
“You’re lucky that’s all I did.” He pulled out a cigar.
I took it from between his thick fingers.
His brows went up in question, but I gave him no answers as I cut the tip off and placed it between his lips.
I would have lost my mind if it was my cock instead in his mouth, but I'd leave a few things in fantasy land as long as I could.
My movements were bold as I allowed my hands to feel all over Cesare in search of the lighter.
His gaze darkened when my fingers fluttered over the butt of a gun.
I expected him to jerk away, but he stayed stone-still, watching me with a murderous intent.
The air in the back of the car filled with tension.
Sweat beaded along the nape of my neck. One wrong move and I'd be nothing more than a corpse.
A shudder raced down my spine, and I moved along until I found his lighter.
A smile played on my lips as I made no attempt to move back into my seat.
I needed to soak up every chance I got to be pressed up against him.
His cologne played on my senses, drawing me closer.
It took everything I had not to press my nose against his neck and inhale like a dog.
As if I couldn’t help myself, I tossed my leg over Cesare’s lap and straddled him. It took restraint that I barely had to keep myself from grinding down on him. My cock ached as need burned every nerve ending in my body.
His powerful hands came up and rested on my hips as the car took a turn. Neither one of us said anything as I lit his cigar. The tension went from murder to something I knew all too well.
Desire.
Cesare inhaled and blew out a breath full of smoke into my face. I greedily sucked it up, taking whatever he gave me.
More.
I licked my lips, relishing the way his gaze tracked the small movement.
He wanted me, and I only needed to make it so he needed me.
If only he knew what I had in store for him.
He was mine, and I was going to make the only man who'd denied me know it too.
I was going to break him before he ever broke me.
It would be a destruction of the psyche.
Another cloud of smoke surrounded us, and I leaned closer until I could feel the heat from the lit cigar.
I ground my hips down and swallowed back the moan that scratched to be free.
My insides were on fire the more I got to touch him.
He let me, smoking and watching me like a predator.
I was the one touching him, trapping him, and yet I felt as if I was the prey.
There were no words that would describe what I was going through as I pushed my fingers through the thick, coarse hair on his face, admiring the salt-and-pepper of his hair.
Fuck, he’s so hot.
My cock throbbed with need as I rolled my hips. Cesare’s eyes widened slightly as he lifted up, slightly thrusting against me.
A moan slipped from between my parted lips and broke the dam. Cesare wrapped one of my braids around his fist and yanked my head back. The sharp pain did nothing to quell the pleasure simmering under the surface of my skin. I continued to roll my hips, grinding my ass against his clothed cock.
I want to be naked. I need to feel him. Now!
The desperation I'd been trying to fight back attempted to take over. I closed my eyes, snapping my mouth shut to cut off the endless wanton cries that kept escaping me.
“What’s the matter, slut?” Cesare’s breath fanned over my exposed throat, and I nearly lost the little sanity I had.
I’m barely holding on.
Pain greeted my sensitive nerves as Cesare bit down on my neck. His tongue did little to soothe the ache, but I didn’t need him to. I wanted him to bite me more. To mark me up so much that anyone who looked at me knew I belonged to him.
My fingers pushed through his thick hair, and I pressed him closer, demanding without words that I wanted more.
“Troia bisognosa.”
A shiver raced up my spine as goosebumps crawled up my arms. He had no idea how needy I was.
A vibration rattled over my ass and cut through the moment like a knife. Cesare pulled back his dark gaze pinning me to the spot. I couldn’t read him. What did he want me to do right now? Ignore it? Answer it?
Seconds ticked by as my phone continued to ring. When it stopped, I thought I could reclaim the moment, get us both wrapped up in the intoxicating feeling of desire, but the vibrations started up again.
Can’t have shit in this life.
I slipped off Cesare’s lap and pulled my phone out of my pocket.
I had half a mind to toss the phone out of the window.
Instead, I glanced at the screen, catching Grand Myah’s name.
Before I could answer it, Cesare snatched it out of my hands.
He didn’t bother to hide his annoyance. I had to smother the smile that tried to creep up.
I’d gotten under his skin without even trying.
“It’s me,” Cesare said with the phone pressed against his face.
“Hey, that’s mine.” I half-heartedly reached for my cell only for Cesare’s hand to end up back around my throat.
Desire swept over my entire body as I went still and melted into his hold.
My cock was rock hard, confined in my panties.
It didn’t help that Cesare’s cum clung to my flesh, making me a sloppy mess.
His mess.
My breath hitched at the thought. I was becoming Cesare Vitale’s property. The younger me would have cum just from the fantasy of it.
“Whatever his client from tonight paid, I will double it,” Cesare said without so much as thinking about the number.
I knew he was rich, but that was a lot of money. My prices weren’t cheap for a reason, and that was to capture his attention from the start. It wasn’t like I didn’t have my own money, but still, the knowledge of Cesare spending so much on me filled me with a feeling achingly close to hope.
Everything around me became white noise as I soaked in the feeling.
My obsession with Cesare was never healthy, probably wasn’t logical to most, but it was mine and there was nothing I could do to change it.
Years of pining for a man, and now I had him next to me, his hand around my throat and his cum in my panties.
“You won’t be needing this for the time being. You’re not taking anymore clients while you’re with me,” Cesare said, cutting through the fog.
“Huh?” I blinked, not sure I heard him right.
He squeezed down, pressing firmly against my arteries, making my head light. “If this deal is going to work, you won’t be seeing anyone else.” He yanked me closer, his glare screaming or else.
Fuck, if only he knew. I’d already dedicated my entire life to him.
“Oh, and what if I want to buy something?” There wasn’t anything I particularly wanted, but I needed to know how far I could push him. How much of him I could lay claim to before Cesare became the wiser.
He pulled his hand away, and I mentally chastised myself for my stupid question. Cesare reached inside of his suit jacket, pulling out a leather wallet. A black card with no name on it, thicker than most credit cards, sat perfectly between his fingers.
“Then buy it.”
I reached for the card, and Cesare captured my wrist before I could come into contact with it. “I do not share what belongs to me. Do I make myself clear?”
A shiver of fear and delight raced up my spine. Goosebumps rose on both of my arms. I was glad the outfit I wore covered them.
“Careful, Cesare, someone might mistake your possessive attitude for obsession.”
He scoffed at me before letting my wrist go. “You’re entertainment.”
I hummed, snatching the card away from him. I didn’t let him see how I rubbed it against my thigh. His cock, now his wallet, soon his heart.
“The best you will ever have.”
Cesare snuffed out the forgotten cigar in the ashtray it was resting in. “There were plenty before you and there will be plenty after you. Don’t flatter yourself.” The car pulled to a stop and the door opened. Cesare didn’t so much as look back at me as he grinned. “Which one of us is obsessed?”
Me.
It was always going to be me.
I slipped out of the car behind him, forcing a smile on my face.
One I’d worn plenty of times to get through anything I found annoying.
Everyone liked a smiling, pretty face. I circled my arm around his and pressed up against him.
Unlike the women he was no doubt used to, I was all hard muscle, but Cesare didn’t pull away.
“Money is money,” I shot back.
The look that came over Cesare’s face was nothing short of anger. His brows dipped down along with the corners of his lips. Just as fast as the emotion had appeared, it vanished. Nothing was left behind but cool indifference.
Shit, I fucked up.
I loved getting any reaction from Cesare. Breaking the man's hard outer shell was like steadily chipping away at an ice block. My mind was a mess as I tried to figure out a way to fix this. What if he told me to leave?
“Cesare—”
Still, I hadn’t come up with a solution. Apologizing would only make me look weak to him. Changing the subject felt cowardly. Backing down was no better, and pushing forward felt like a death trap. There was no win.
He gave me a cursory glance. The lights from the building flooded in, blinding me momentarily. We’d been in our own little bubble for what had felt like hours. I wanted more of it, but that was always the case when it came to Cesare. I doubted I’d ever have my fill.
When I didn’t move right away, Cesare glanced back over his shoulder. “Do I need to have you returned to Silver Dreams?”
Like hell I was. I shook my head, clearing it from any messy thoughts that lingered and followed him out.
I caught up to him with ease, closing the distance until I could wrap my body around his arm.
There was no warmth that radiated off him.
I very much felt like a whore who got to follow him home.
I swallowed the thick pill of truth down. This was just the start.
I reminded myself that I’d done worse and had been through so much more to get to this point.
We rode up to his floor, and each number that passed left me nervous.
I’d never gotten this close, and now that I was, I found myself fucking up more then not.
The silence surrounding us wrapped heavily around my throat like a barbed wire choker, slicing into my flesh and cutting off the air flow.
The little gasps I sucked in left my lungs burning with need.
If Cesare was affected by the awkward atmosphere, he didn’t show it. His posture was rigid but confident. As the doors opened, he stepped off the elevator and headed to his door with sure strides. I was like a lost lamb holding on to him.
Pathetic.
“Grand Myah will have your things delivered here in the morning.” Cesare stepped away from me, breaking the little contact I’d been cherishing. He stripped out of his suit jacket, losing the tie instantly the moment the door was closed. “You can take the room down the hall on the left.”
Wait, what?
That wasn’t what I’d been hoping to hear. I needed to get my shit together. I gave Cesare my best flirtatious smile and moved toward him. The heat radiating off him soaked into my bones as I unbuttoned the top button on his shirt.
“Tonight I have no further use for you.” His words were like glass shattering on marble flooring.
N?o! No!
“Of course, Mr. Vitale. I’ll see you in the morning.” I knew when it was best to take a step back even if it physically pained me to do so.