Chapter 12 Rafael #3
“It was different. Lust. Passion. That exists. Love?” He shook his head.
“It’s a chemical in the brain. Neurotransmitters and hormones.
Dopamine, oxytocin, serotonin. They all work together to create that butterfly in the stomach feeling, but it’s not real.
If you were sick in the head, you’d take drugs to fix it.
But call it love and everyone acts like it isn’t a disease.
” He sipped his whiskey. “Like I said, it’s bullshit. ”
I hummed sitting back. "That sounds pathetic."
My impending death was written all over his face. If only he knew how sexy he looked right now. I clenched my thighs together.
"Love is real.” I licked my lips thinking about all that went through just to get close to the man who’d stolen my heart all those years ago.
Even now, I was risking my life for said love.
“It’s more than some chemical reaction in your brain.
” I shook my head. “It's why wars are raged and men are brought to their knees. Maybe you haven’t felt true love yet. When you do, I doubt you’ll still hold the same opinion. ”
He shook his head. "You're young, you'll figure it out."
My age had nothing to do with it, but I kept my mouth shut on the topic.
The silence that followed wasn't awkward, but it was uncomfortable. I took the time to study him under my lashes. He sat there so sure of himself. Even uncomfortable, he was confident. He surveyed the room as if always on guard for any threat. I never failed to feel safe around him.
"You're watching me," Cesare said.
I brought the whiskey glass up to my lips to hide my grin. "Is that against your rules as well?"
"When it's like that, yes."
"Like what?" I tilted my head. He swallowed, and I watched, transfixed, as his Adam's apple bobbed. I wanted to bite down and flick my tongue over the skin there.
He leaned forward, and I couldn't help but do the same. My heart was racing, and all he was doing was talking to me.
"Like you want me to bend you over this table and force my cock into your tight ass in front of everyone here." His voice was pitched low, and if I wasn't solely focused on him, I would have missed it.
Yes, please, that.
My breath came out a bit ragged as I pulled back and shook my head. He was dangerous. I almost slipped up and crawled over the table to straddle his lap.
A knowing smirk on Cesare's face only made me groan.
"You're playing dirty,” I said. My stomach clenched as desire twisted through every inch of my body. “I’m trying to be good.”
Cesare’s laugh was cruel and oh so delicious. "You started this game."
Had I? Fuck, probably. I finished off my drink.
He brought the cup to his lips. “There is nothing good about you. You’d prefer my punishment instead, wouldn’t you?”
Fuck. Fuck.
The man was determined to make me break, but I really wanted my kiss.
"The rules don't apply to you?" I asked, a little more breathless than I should be in the middle of a restaurant.
Cesare smiled at me, and I nearly came right then and there. Motherfucker shouldn't look good frowning and smiling. I closed my eyes and prayed to the universe for some kind of help.
Something must have heard me because our waitress came back with food. Fucking saved. I was seconds away from calling him Daddy and begging him to let me blow him under the table.
"Can we have another whiskey each?" I asked.
The waitress nodded and walked off to relay our order to the bar.
My plate in front of me had an aged filet mignon with a pureed pomegranate and pea sauce. The sweetness cut through the savory taste of the meat. It melted on my tongue with ease and coated every tastebud.
The moan fluttered from my parted lips before I could catch it.
I could feel eyes on me, and the moment I opened mine, I found Cesare watching me intently.
Like a lion watching its prey. My heart skipped a beat as I forked another piece of steak.
I deliberately dragged out another moan as all the delectable juices flowed over my tongue.
I swallowed and took a sip of my whiskey. "It's delicious. How's your food?" It didn't escape my notice Cesare hadn't touched his at all. He was there, frozen, eyes on me.
"Stop making sounds."
I licked my lips. "I can't help it. When something tastes so good." I forked another piece and brought it to my mouth. "But you know this already, don't you?"
The grip Cesare had on his utensil was punishing. His knuckles were white. I wondered if he wanted to choke me or replace the steak in my mouth with his cock. Either one I was down for.
He slowly started eating as well, enjoying his food, not nearly as much as me, but the way he cleared his plate let me know he liked it. Cesare paid with me declining dessert. I had something so much sweeter in mind.
We stepped out of the restaurant. We were so close, I could easily reach out and touch him.
I wanted to, but I kept a tight control on my desire.
The brisk air wasn't nearly enough to calm my raging hormones.
The sky was starless as I glanced up. We waited no time at all, the car pulled up, and I got in before Cesare.
Once he was fully settled down, I was on him.
I straddled his waist and placed both hands on the seat behind him.
"I was good."
"Were you?" His question made my stomach knot.
I nodded. "Yes." I reached back and took my hair out of the ponytail. It fell down like a thick curtain blanketing my back and past my waist.
His hold on my hips was maddening as he kept me from leaning closer and erasing the remaining distance from us.
"Cesare." His name was nothing more than whine from my lips.
"Your conversational skills could use some work."
Fucking bastard.
"I'll do better next time, I swear." Fucking kiss me already. I couldn't help but stare at his lips, imagining all the ways he'd kiss me. How good it would feel for him to devour me. The way our tongues would glide against one another. How consumed I'd feel.
I need it.
"Are you listening?" Cesare asked.
"Hmm?"
A sharp slap to the top of my ass pulled a moan out of me, and I hurriedly met his gaze. "Yes, Daddy. I'll do better, but I was good this time so please keep your word."
His fingers dug into my hips at me calling him Daddy. Hey, I didn't know I was into it, but fuck, if it didn't get me hot.
"Stop that."
"Stop what?" I grounded my hips down, unable to help myself. The man was unintentionally edging me all the fucking time.
"Fottutat puttana bisognosa." Fucking needy whore. One of his hands left my hip and grabbed a fistful of my hair at the base of my neck. He yanked my head back until my throat was exposed to him. "I think you should be punished first before you're rewarded."
A whimper was all I could muster. My breathing was erratic as I shifted my hips, groaning from the feel of his hard length through his slacks.
"Do whatever you want to me, just do something."
A growl rumbled up Cesare's chest, and I could feel every second of it.
"Who is in charge here?"
When I didn't answer fast enough, he lowered his head and bit down over my nipple through my shirt.
"Fuck," I hissed. "You. You are." I panted with need. My fingernails scraped over his scalp, holding his head to me. I didn't want him to stop.
"What is this?" Cesare pulled back slightly and ripped open my shirt. Buttons hit the padded flooring of the car.
Fuck, this was my favorite shirt, but it was hard to be upset when I was wrapped so tightly in ecstasy.
"You slutty bitch."
I glanced down at my body, then at him. He was staring intently at the bra I had decided to wear that matched the panties I wore. I hooked my thumbs in the slacks I wore and pulled them down a little. I groaned as the cool air hit my aching cock.
"Please."
His gaze bore into me, and before I could beg again, Cesare stole my breath away.
He yanked me back up and toward him. Our lips locked, and I was so fucking wrong.
I imagined that kissing him would rock my world.
But no, it was fucking destroying it. Electricity danced over my lips and twisted down my body, straight to my cock.
Cesare pulled back, and I could feel the tears swelling at the thought it was over already.
"Stick your tongue out."
I did as I was told, and he spat in my mouth. "Swallow it."
Moaning at the taste of him, I stuck my tongue out again. Wordlessly begging for more.
His dark eyes were full of desire as he stared at my mouth.
He could do anything to me, and I'd happily thank him and beg for more like the whore he continued to call me.
Cesare growled before smashing our mouths back together.
I stayed open for him, losing the little awareness I had left.
My eyes rolled to the back of my head as Cesare had his way with my mouth.
He bit licked, and sucked whatever he wanted.
He owned every inch of my mouth, and I was his obedient little toy letting him.