Chapter 27 Rafael
"Even on vacation, you're working?" I shoved my hair back, stretching my arms over my head.
We'd gotten to Paris the night before, and normal people would be resting or at least taking it easy, but not Cesare.
I should have known he was going to be up.
He probably slept next to me for three hours tops.
Should have made him fuck me the moment we landed.
Heat crept up my sides and up over my chest before getting to my face. It started all over again, and a shiver of delight raced down my spine. Cesare's gaze tracked every single movement, traveling down my exposed body.
Please come touch me.
Desire pooled in the middle of my abdomen.
Cesare twisted his phone in hand. "In order to afford these nice things, I have to work." The damn thing was going off, but his eyes stayed locked on me.
Watch me more.
I licked my lips as want coursed through my veins. I pushed forward and landed on my hands and knees. The sheets slipped off my bare skin like water as I crawled down to the edge of the expansive bed to Cesare.
His calloused fingers skirted over my skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake.
Then over my cheek and down my throat. There wasn't a place on my body it seemed that Cesare couldn't touch and I wouldn't get turned on.
A needy moan sat at the back of my throat as the air around us seemed to heat the more time ticked by.
He pushed his fingers through my hair and curled into a pleasurable, painful hold.
My body moved on instinct, giving in to his demand without hesitation.
Cesare pulled my head back, forcing me to meet his gaze.
"It's how I afford you."
That should be so offensive and yet it brought a stupid fucking smile to my face. He could have me for free. Fuck, if he wanted me to start paying him, I'd find a way. I dragged my tongue over the top row of my teeth.
"Stai giocando un gioco pericoloso, gattino," Cesare said. You're playing a dangerous game, kitten.
Something dangerous. My head tilted as much as Cesare's hold let me.
I lowered my lashes, letting my gaze travel down the length of his muscled body.
Even dressed in casual clothes, he screamed power.
The long sleeves were shoved up to his elbow, showing off his tattooed forearms. His cream-colored slacks looked just as good on him when he wore all black.
No man had any right being so fucking sexy.
His blunt nails scraped over my scalp and dragged a moan from deep in my chest. My cock was hard between my legs.
"What are you doing?" Cesare questioned as his phone started ringing.
I wanted to throw it out the fucking window. How mad would he be? Probably fuck me into submission and get another phone delivered. Not a bad way to start my vacation.
"Whatever you're planning in that little head of yours, stop or we won't be going out later today."
Wait, what?
I blinked a few times. "We're going somewhere?" Excitement bubbled up in the middle of my stomach. What the hell did Cesare have planned for us?
He let me go, and I sat up more, resting on the back of my calves.
Cesare pulled out a cigarette, and as if on autopilot, passed me his lighter before I had to look for one.
I tried and failed to keep the grin off my face as I leaned up and lit his cigarette.
He was depending on me more and more each passing day.
He took in a drag before letting the smoke out to billow around us.
"You're not great at accepting surprises, are you?"
I shrugged. "Depends, but I'll try for you."
He let out a chuckle that made me squirm. "Sure." He took in another drag. "We have some time before then. You should eat and get yourself ready." He checked his phone as it began to ring again. "We have two hours."
"Breakfast?"
Cesare looked up from his phone, cigarette dangling from between his lips. I slipped off the bed and took it from between his lips and walked over to the ash tray and tapped it a few times before bringing it back to him. I offered it, and our eyes locked as he pulled in another drag.
He made me want to pick up smoking.
"Its already afternoon, and you slept all morning. I called in the personal chef here, and the food’s already made."
Agitation twinged in the middle of my chest. I didn't really like cooking, but for the past few weeks, I'd been doing it for Cesare.
And I liked that he ate my food. It wasn't up to par with Ellie's or what he was probably used to, but there was some kind of crazed satisfaction I got from feeding him.
It was like I held something fundamental to his well-being, and without me, he'd starve or something.
That would never be the case, but a guy could fucking dream.
"Why are you frowning now?" Cesare asked with a smirk on his face. It was like he knew what was going through my head.
"You don't want me to cook for you anymore?" Fuck, I hadn't meant to let that slip. It was supposed to come off more playful and pouty than serious. Shit.
Cesare grabbed my wrists and brought the cigarette back to his mouth, watching me intently with that dark gaze of his.
My stomach twisted the longer he stared at me.
The silence between us only made my mouth dry and my heart beat faster.
What if he figured it out? How much he meant to me.
Would it all come crashing down before I really got to—no, stop.
If I started fucking up now and doubting everything I did, I was going to mess up.
A calmness settled over me like a cool blanket of water. It didn't stop the heat of Cesare's hand from creating steady ripples of pleasure throughout my entire body. I'm here now. I have him right now.
Cesare's lip quirked up on the right side for a split second before it was gone. "We're on vacation. When we get home, you can go back to making me mediocre dishes."
Fucker.
"Hey, you eat every single one of them," I argued as I put the cigarette out in the ash tray.
Cesare nodded. "The idea of hearing you whine is annoying."
Fuck, he was such a goddamn dick. He turned, and I caught sight of his annoying grin that he showed only rarely.
Stupid asshole, but fuck, was he sexy when he smiled.
I really needed to see someone about my choices in men.
I grabbed a pair of linen pants and the colorful silk robe hanging on the back of the closet door.
Asking Cesare to wait was pointless. Knowing him, he'd probably speed up.
I got semi-dressed and made my way to him.
He was on the terrace at a small round table with three plates filled with food.
Pastries on one, and a few select meats and fruit on the others.
What was I, a bird? I shielded my eyes as I stepped out, joining him.
The air was crisp with a hint of a chill, but one I could easily ignore.
The sun was high in the sky, and sleeping in hadn't been a lie at all.
I took the only other seat and grabbed the first thing I saw.
My stomach growled with need as if the sight of food reminded me of the lack of it.
"I can do what I want before we have to leave?" I asked.
Cesar's cup of espresso stopped halfway to his mouth. His steely gaze held me in place. "Within reason."
I bit into the best croissant of my life. The flakiness of the bread was on the right side of heavenly. I groaned. It was almost as good as sex. Almost. I could feel eyes on me and glanced up only to see Cesare watching me intently.
"Want to fuck me while I stare out at the scenery?"
His mouth opened and then closed before he sat back. It never failed to bring me joy when I made Cesare speechless. It wasn't often, but when I did, fuck, it was great.
"Questo ragazzino mi farà impazzire o mi costringerà a scoparlo finché non sviene."
The view was, in fact, spectacular. We were close enough that I could see the Eiffel Tower from the balcony.
All the sounds of the city filtered up, reminding me of New York but different.
The buildings were more brick and classic looking versus the skyscrapers and modern buildings I'd called home for the last few years.
Cesare rubbed his jaw as he stared at me. "If you can be good and wait for me to finish some things up, I will take you outside."
Fucker is treating me like a pet again.
I leaned back in my seat, making sure Cesare could see everything I was doing.
His phone was forgotten for the third time since I woke up.
My fingers danced over my collarbone and down my chest, over my abs.
The little hairs of my happy trail tickled the pads of my fingers before I dipped my hand past the waistband of my pants.
My warm hand wrapped around my aching cock, and my hips lifted slightly as a breathy moan trickled out. If he wanted to play games, we could.
"How good are we talking?"
Cesare was over the short distance of the table in seconds. He grabbed my wrist, stopping my movements instantly. "Stop playing with what's mine."
Fuck.
"I'm yours?"
"Do you need a reminder?"
"Maybe."
A heady groan that sounded achingly close to a growl emitted from Cesare. "Gattino, you push. What did I tell you about pushing me?"
"That if I push just right, you will slam your dick deep inside of one of my holes. Multiple times and/or until I cry or pass out. Sometimes both." I leaned forward and kissed his nose. "See, I listen to all your lessons, Daddy."
The heat that flashed over Cesare's dark brown eyes sent electric shock waves over my flesh. Just a little more, and I’d have his cock buried down my throat or up my ass.
The little voice of warning blurred to life, and I fought to ignore it.
I could honestly say I enjoyed when Cesare lost it with me when he had the least bit of control as he took me.
My mouth opened, ready to push the very last button.