Chapter 8 Rafael
One step forward and five steps back. Two whole fucking days had passed, and Cesare was no closer to getting into my bed let alone handing me his heart.
I thought that being in his space I'd see him a lot more and yet here I was being kept like some damn animal. Fuck, I was no better than a goldfish.
The man was wound so tight that he was willing to stay away from his own home.
Did I push too fast?
The thought was banished before it had a chance to settle in. I was seconds from losing him, and no matter what, that couldn’t happen. He might be avoiding me, but sooner or later he had to come home.
I want him now.
Frustration simmered under my flesh and threatened to boil over.
He better be happy that I had the restraint of a goddamn saint.
If I was anything like her I would have broken everything he held precious and fucked someone in his space.
But the idea of anyone besides Cesare touching me literally made my skin crawl.
I did what I had to do to get this close to him, but now that I knew his touch, nothing would ever do.
I was going crazy. I was surrounded by everything he owned and yet I was being denied the actual man. This was some kind of special hell. In the next second, I had my phone up and Cesare's name pulled up.
Come fuck me. Shit, no. I deleted the message and tried again.
Papi, I want your cock down my throat again.
"That’s arguably worse." I erased it as I twisted strands of my hair around my finger.
"What should I say?" What would make Cesare come home?
He hadn't moved on, had he? Got a new whore?
I shook my head and deleted that message.
If I showed my crazy before anything really started, it would all be for nothing.
I glanced around the room. There hadn't been any cameras in the bedroom I was given.
Still, I made sure to do the check. I locked the door and dropped down to my knees.
I pulled out my suitcase and unzipped it.
My heart pounded against my rib cage as I pulled the thin fabric until I found the hidden seam.
I unfastened it and slipped my hand in. The moment my fingers brushed along the soft fabric, my unease settled.
I pulled it out, unable to help myself. My self-restraint was at a zero.
The shirt still held his scent. It was subtle after so many years, but I could still make out Cesare.
It had nothing on the real man himself. There was nothing like inhaling it from the source, but the shirt was still my most prized possession.
My eyes closed as I buried my face into the soft fabric.
My cock hardened the more I breathed in.
My skin felt sensitive, and every inhale had my clothes brushing along my flesh, driving me crazy.
Phone back in hand, I sent off a text before I could fully think it through.
Rafael: When do you plan to finally come back or are you avoiding me?
Cesare: I'll inform you when to expect me.
Another message popped up before I could come up with a reply.
Cesare: Be the whore I paid for and wait.
Rafael: It’s okay if you’re nervous being around me. I know how much you like sticking your cock down my throat.
Cesare: Find something to do.
Rafael: There’s nothing to do unless I can come to you, then I’m sure I can find something to entertain me.
Cesare: If you're bored, I did give you my card.
Remembering the day he brought me back to his place like a cart from the shelter brought a needy whine out of me. Did he just dismiss me? I carefully put the shirt away, hid it back away, and pulled said card out.
Is he fucking serious right now?
Rafael: And what's my limit?
Cesare: Don't insult me.
Fucking men. I stepped out of my bedroom, holding it still. I kept my face neutral as I stared down at the card, knowing there were cameras watching.
Is he watching me now?
My cock twitched as a wet spot started to form near the tip.
I pressed the cool metal to my lips, imagining Cesare at his desk, watching me.
Fuck, he could be studying my every move.
A full-body shiver raced down my spine as the thoughts flooded my head.
I shook them free and headed back to my room to get dressed.
It took no time at all to decide on what to wear.
A plaid white skirt rested a few inches above my knees.
I paired it with a black cashmere fitted halter top.
My legs were accentuated by the short skirt.
There was a slit that led to my hip bone, showing off my upper thighs.
The piece of jewelry I'd chosen to go with the outfit would no doubt grab people's attention toward the area.
My midsection was on full display. I added one of my favorite waist pieces.
The gold shimmered against my light brown skin.
It matched perfectly with the piece I chose for my thighs.
My ears were much the same; fully decorated.
As for shoes, I went with black socks and footwear tying everything together.
The look was complete once I did my hair. I brushed out and blow dried into big loose curls that fell around me. The curls made my waist-length hair fall closer to mid-back but they had the bouncy fullness that wasn’t so easily achieved on a regular day.
"I look good." I checked myself out in the full-body mirror. "You know who would appreciate this look?" The silence that greeted my question wasn’t abnormal. My entire life had been filled with it.
I snapped a pic of myself before an idea flashed to the forefront of my mind.
The way Cesare had lost control a few days ago from a single touch.
His cold brown eyes were solely focused on me.
His cock shoved down my throat as he laid claim to what was his.
"Fuck." I headed toward the living room and made a show of setting up my phone at the perfect angle to catch the couch.
My stomach flipped as I tried my hardest not to look up at the camera in the top left corner.
Instead, I lifted my skirt and spread my legs, making sure my phone captured the lacey red thong I wore.
I switched angles a few times, touching myself lightly as I did.
Little moans escaped me the more I touched. It wasn't enough, but when was it?
A heavy sigh of sexual frustration left me as I stood back up and snatched up my phone.
I looked them over before I sent the PG version to Cesare.
If he wanted to see more, he was going to have to come see me in person.
And in the case he got jealous thinking all this scrolling on my phone was me sending the pics to other men, then oh no, more delicious cock shoved down my throat.
I fought back the grin and put my phone away.
I made sure to put Cesare's card in my purse and headed out the door.
I didn't so much as make it out of the penthouse before running into someone.
The man before me was the same height as me with dark brown hair smoothed back like so many others.
His gaze dropped down to my outfit. The flicker of interest skirted over his face as his hand reached for me.
Fuck no.
I took a step back, remembering all too fondly what happened the last time I touched another man. A shiver raced down my spine as a smile curled my lips.
"Mr. Vitale doesn't like for others to touch what is his." And make no mistake, I belong to him and him alone. I kept the latter to myself.
Instead of backing down, the man smirked at me.
"You're a goddamn whore." His laugh was void of any humor.
"Boss hasn't been around for a while, so you must be shit at your job.
" His gaze took me in slowly like he was undressing me and filling his own head with all the filthy ways he’d never have me.
"But don't worry, I'm sure that loose hole of yours can provide a few dollars worth of entertainment.
" He laughed at his own joke, dropping his voice to nothing but a whisper.
"Not like you're getting a whole lot of use.
Doubt he can still get it up, probably why he brought a guy. "
Undiluted rage simmered under my flesh as I stood stock-still. My gaze flickered over to the camera Cesare had up facing his front door before I met the man's eyes again. A soft smile was forced onto my face as a light laugh bubbled free.
"The fact you think your limp worthless dick would come anywhere near me is beyond delusional." I erased the small distance between us, making sure to leave only a hair of space between us. "Insult me all you want, but if you ever disrespect Cesare again, I will—"
"What, suck my cock?" He stood back with a knowing smirk on his face.
I smiled as I moved around him, careful not to touch him. "No, castrate you and force you to watch while I do it. Can't be any harder than castrating a pig." I twisted around and headed toward the elevator.
The man moved right behind me, and his smile dropped as he caught the crook of my arm. I glanced toward the camera, but he angled himself to the point that he blocked any view of me.
I yanked free. "The hell is your problem."
"Benito wants an update," he whispered so low I nearly missed what he said.
I sucked in a breath through clenched teeth. Fuck fuck. I should have known Benito had more people in place around Cesare than just me. I gritted my teeth. The last thing I needed was an idiot fucking everything up for me.
"Yeah, he will get one when I have something," I whispered.
The man wasn't convinced. He stepped closer to me. "Yeah, if you don't deliver soon, your services won't be needed any longer."
A chill raced down my spine. I wasn't stupid. What Benito and his brothers asked me to do was only going to end one way if I failed. They'd kill me or Cesare would.