Chapter 12 Rafael
Heat lapped up my spine as the feeling of being watched wouldn’t leave. I didn’t need to turn around to know the feeling was coming from Cesare. Goosebumps broke out along my shoulder blades as I took my shirt off.
Come here.
Touch me.
Please.
I swallowed back a whimper. One fuck, as glorious as it was, wasn't enough. It would never be enough, but I had to hold back. If only he understood how much pressure I was under to force my longing at bay. How hard I had it. How badly I wanted him. I licked my lips as I got undressed.
A thought came to mind. I should keep it to myself, and yet I couldn't help myself. I twisted around, only wearing lilac lacy panties. Cesare's gaze tracked over my chest before dropping down.
You can have me. I’m all yours.
Fuck me, please.
The plea almost spilled free before I caught it. "If I were a woman, would you have the same rules for going out?"
Cesare's head snapped up, and he stared at me. The heat in his gaze was gone all too quickly. "Didn't I already prove to you I don't give a fuck what's between your legs?"
I clenched my thighs on instinct as the memory had desire and need rushing through me. "Want to prove it to me again?"
Cesare's smirk could easily have me drop to my knees. "Get dressed appropriately or we won't be going anywhere." He walked away, taking his heated gaze with him.
A groan rumbled up my chest. He was hard, and yet he restrained himself from touching me. I needed to try harder. I let him retreat for now. I really didn't want to miss out on this date.
I slipped on long black trousers with gold buttons and paired it with a sheer top. The chest was bare and framed by swirls and flowers in a lace fabric. Black bands rested around my midsection and throat. It elevated the look instantly. And it wasn't a dress or skirt.
As for my hair, I put it in a high ponytail, making sure to get all the flyaways. I left the slight waviness in my hair alone. My ears were decorated with gold cuffs and a chain on one.
I stepped out in the living room, and the moment I saw Cesare, my stomach clenched.
He was so fucking sexy. He wore a fitted black Armani sweater with black slacks.
His facial hair was groomed and cut a little shorter than it had been earlier.
His hair was slicked back, showing off all the glorious gray on the sides.
For his age, the man was fit and so delectable.
I licked my lips, saliva pooling in my mouth just at the thought of tasting him.
"What the fuck are you wearing?"
I twisted around so he could see the back, and I knew these pants hugged my ass just right. "Like it?"
Cesare closed the distance between us in three long strides. His hand wrapped around my ponytail and yanked hard.
Fuck.
I stumbled back, and he caught me with ease.
My back pressing against his front had my brain short-circuiting.
His other hand went around my throat and squeezed.
The warmth was threatening to consume me.
The callouses on his fingers were rough against my flesh, and each time he moved them against me, it left me wanting more.
"I told you not to dress like a whore."
I licked my lips, doing my damndest not to smile. "You said—"
His hand tightened around me, cutting off my words, forcing a needy moan out instead. My eyes fluttered closed as pleasure snaked up my spine.
"Putanna bisognosa." Needy bitch.
Only for him. My lashes fluttered as my pulse thrummed against his fingers. I was only ever this needy for him. Who could blame me when faced with a man like Cesare. I wanted him to use every inch of me. To lay claim to every part.
He eased up just enough for me to suck in a small breath. My head felt fuzzy as endorphins played with any brain cells left pinging around.
"Careful," Cesare warned.
My insides melted at the growl in his voice. Right against my ear, the vibrations traveled down and stroked along my cock, threatening to drag a whimper out of me.
This is the best torture.
I cleared my throat. "You said no heels, skirt, dress, or hose. I'm not wearing any of those things."
Cesare was silent behind me for a short while, and I greedily soaked up the feel of him, how right we felt pressed against each other.
If I move a little to the left—the moment I did, need sent an electric current over every nerve ending as I lined my ass up with his cock.
He was hard. He was angry, but he liked the way I looked.
Bend me over.
My thoughts were full of desperate need for him.
"Change now," Cesare said, shoving me toward my room.
I tripped, catching myself before I ended up face-planting on the ground. My breathing was labored. "Yes, Daddy, any other stipulations?"
He took a seat, his legs spread just enough that I could squeeze right between them and sink to my knees and rest my head on his lap.
"Yeah, whatever this is, nothing like it."
Vague. My head tilted and a few outfits that could have replaced the one I was wearing were scratched out now.
"'Be right back." I twisted around and shut the door behind me. Not that it mattered. I hadn't found them, but I was certain Cesare had cameras installed in the room. Why else would that guy need to be in here?
I wasn't upset, in fact the thought of him watching me every second of the day made me happy.
I stripped out of my clothes and changed into a red, black, and gold plaid outfit.
The pants rested low on my hips. To go with it, I changed my panties to the same red as the outfit.
The straps rested high over my hips, hugging them.
As for the top, it was the same pattern.
Unlike the last outfit, this one covered my full chest, back, and arms. My midsection was the only thing on display.
I changed out my jewelry and went with black instead of gold.
My hair stayed in a ponytail. I liked it way too much when Cesare yanked it.
I opened the door, took three steps out, and faced the man of my dreams. His facial expression was empty. Not a hint of a single thought for me to decipher.
"Well?"
"You're doing this to piss me off, aren't you?"
A thrill rushed up to me equal parts fear and excitement.
"It's different," I argued. And it was.
"No."
"Whats wrong with this one?" I asked.
He lifted a brow at me sitting back in his chair. "We won't go at all."
"No, I'll change." I headed back to my room and straight to my overflowing closet. I loved fashion, so my options weren’t minimal, but dealing with Cesare’s attitude now made this even harder.
I knew I looked good, but I could tempt a priest naked.
Cesare Vitale, on the other hand, he was a lot more work.
I chewed my bottom lip, pulling outfits out only to shove them back in.
The bags on the floor were scattered everywhere, and I started yanking clothes out of them in search of something reasonable.
My fingers brushed along a new bag I hadn't opened. I nearly laughed with how excited I was. A fancy dinner date was the perfect occasion for the outfit. I made quick work of changing.
I took in a breath before opening the door. This was like playing dress-up, and instead of having the fashion show alone, I got to enjoy Cesare's gaze on me. With a confident grin on my face, I opened the door.
"What do you think?"
Cesare put his phone down and gave me his full attention. The weight of it sent a full-body shiver over me. If I could, I'd have him only look at me.
He circled his fingers, telling me to turn around. That was the best part of the outfit. The back was sheer, decorated in beads and swirling designs. It was formfitting, so everything was conformed to my body.
I was quick to twist around, pulling my ponytail over my right shoulder.
There wasn't a single sound from him, and I glanced over at him only to let out a squeak.
Cesare was directly behind me with only a sliver of air between us.
His large hand wrapped around the back of my neck in a bruising grip.
"Times up."
"Wait, this won't work either?" My heart hammered against my rib cage. I was excited about a potential punishment, but I was disappointed that our date would be canceled.
I twisted around, switching his hold to the front of my throat. I tilted my head back slightly, giving him better access. "I'm sorry, please, I want to go."
Cesare stared at me as if looking for the lie.
"Please." I laid my hands on his chest and pushed closer. I could smell the cologne on him. Ember with little notes of tobacco and black cherry. The scent made my mouth water. He'd put in effort for our date, and I wasn’t about to let him cancel it.
"You can't only have whore clothes."
Whore clothes, even this? I thought about everything I had and stopped short at a single item I did have. "I have something."
"This is your last chance."
I wasn't short by any means, but Cesare was still at least three inches taller than my six-foot-three height. I moved forward before he could stop me and kissed his chin.
"One more second." I slipped from his grasp, loving the way his coarse hair felt against my lips. There wasn't much about Cesare I didn't enjoy. I pulled the suitcase from under my bed and took out his button-up.
I hadn’t been as broad ten years ago or filled out, and the shirt was more like a dress on me anytime I wore it. Now it fits my broadened shoulders and taller frame. Putting it on filled me with the familiar feeling of being in Cesare's arms.
My head tilted back as I tried to calm my racing heart. It both soothed and exhilarated me.
I was transported to ten years ago. My clothes were ripped off me.
Bruised and battered, I laid in my own pool of blood.
Cesare was there, and instead of leaving some unknown brat to die, he’d stripped out of his shirt and covered me.
His soothing words were rough and cruel like the man, but they’d made me cling to life.