7. Aurelio
AURELIO
I woke up with the sun, but I’ve been holding Kimbra in my arms and watching over her for over an hour now.
She’s so much more relaxed than when she showed up at my house last night, and damn if that doesn’t make me want to beat my chest and roar with pride. She trusted me with her body, her pleasure, and her safety last night, and I will never take that for granted.
Kimbra stirs slightly, nuzzling her face into the side of my neck and pressing herself impossibly closer to my side. I chuckle and spread my hand out over her lower back, keeping her snuggled up against me.
With my other hand, I gently comb my fingers through her soft hair, sparkling in the golden morning light. She’s so damn beautiful it hurts.
Every inch of her is exquisite. Her smooth, creamy skin, perfectly perky tits, and wet, velvet heat…
“Aurelio?” Kimbra’s soft, scratchy voice breaks through my decidedly dirty thoughts. She lifts her head slightly, barely blinking her sleep-heavy eyes open.
“Morning, princess,” I whisper, leaning down to kiss her forehead.
She makes the most adorable grumpy sound and buries her face in my chest while pulling the blanket over her head. I chuckle and try to peel it back, but she grunts and hangs on even tighter.
"Wumphtymsit," she mumbles.
“What?” I ask, laughing softly while sliding down under the blankets to join her.
When she doesn’t respond, I find her face and tilt it up, pressing kisses on her nose and cheeks before resting my forehead on hers. The blankets form a protective shield around us, keeping the world out as we hold each other close.
“Hi,” Kimbra murmurs, her eyes still closed.
I grin at her sweetness, even though she’s clearly not a morning person.
“Hi,” I reply, pressing my lips to hers in a brief kiss. I feel her lips pull into a smile beneath mine. Something about that settles deep in my bones. I like that my kisses make her smile.
Kimbra opens her beautiful hazel eyes, looking at me for the first time this morning. “Oh!” she exclaims, throwing the blankets off and sitting up. “What time is it?”
That must have been the first question she asked. I sit up as well, looking at the clock on the nightstand. “Just past seven-thirty.”
“I should be getting ready for class.”
“But it’s Saturday,” I remind her, leaning over to kiss the side of her neck. She sighs so sweetly for me, her eyes fluttering closed.
“I… I should study then,” she says half-heartedly.
“Screw studying,” I grunt, nipping at her pulse point just the way she likes.
“I-I need to check on my dad.”
"That's what phones are for." I continue kissing up her neck and gently pull her earlobe through my teeth.
“B-but…”
“Are you trying to find an excuse to leave, Kimbra?” I ask as I guide her to lie on her back. She follows my command, making me unreasonably happy. “Because I can think of a few ways to make you stay.”
I cage her in with a hand on either side of her head. She’s absolutely otherworldly with her midnight black hair spread out over my pillow, a playful smirk tugging on her lips, and those bright, mischievous hazel eyes shining up at me.
She shakes her head no and bites her bottom lip, making me groan in the back of my throat. “I’m not trying to leave, but I’m not opposed to exploring those ways?—"
I cut her off with a forceful kiss, all too aware that we're both still naked.
Kimbra parts her legs, making me growl as I settle between them.
I rub my body up and down hers, sucking on her tongue as I feel her with every part of me.
Her hard little nipples scrape up and down my chest, her soft thighs cradle my hips, and her mouth molds to mine, giving and taking in equal measure.
My rock-hard dick nestles into her dripping wet heat, just enough for her to rub herself on the underside as I thrust gently, tapping her clit with the head of my cock. Kimbra moans and grinds against me, her walls fluttering around me and releasing more of her arousal.
I grunt, tearing my mouth from hers so I can kiss down her neck.
I scrape my teeth along her collarbone and trail kisses over her chest until I get to her mouthwatering tits.
My lips wrap around one pebbled peak, and I suck, groaning when she bows her back.
I slip one hand underneath her, pulling her closer so I can feast on her.
“Oh, Aurelio,” she breathes, wrapping her legs around me.
I grunt, switching to her other breast while still rubbing her sensitive little button with my shaft. It’d be so easy to pull back and push my length into her tight little hole, but I won’t. Not yet. Not until she’s begging for me, delirious with the need to be filled.
I pick up speed and tug her nipple through my teeth. I nearly lose control when she shudders and lets out a broken cry. I repeat the same move on her other breast, making her squirm beneath me and dig her fingernails into my shoulders.
“Please,” she begs in a desperate, breathy tone. “Please, fuck me.”
“Jesus,” I snarl as I clench my jaw.
It takes a monumental effort to back off, but my pain is rewarded by the all-consuming, throbbing heat of Kimbra’s soaking pussy. I shove my fat cock into her pulsing cunt, every muscle in my body straining to hold back my orgasm.
Kimbra’s screams of pleasure slice through the early morning air, and I fist her long locks, pulling her head back and exposing her neck to my greedy lips.
I suck my mark onto her creamy flesh and scrape my teeth down her chest, sinking them into her breast. Her entire body twitches, and I bite her again.
My sexy fucking woman claws my back, the pain of her nails over my taught muscles making me fuck her harder, tearing into her like a goddamn savage. I can’t get enough of her, like no matter how deep and intensely I fuck into her, I’ll always need more.
Her moans turn into babbling, desperate words as if she’s speaking in tongues.
“That’s it, baby. Come for me. Come all over me, Kimbra.” My voice is deep and scratchy. Feral.
Her pussy squeezes the life out of my angry, painfully hard dick while I wrap my fingers lightly around her neck.
“Y-ye-yes,” she stutters out, bucking her hips as she trembles and breaks apart for me. “God, Aurelio…”
I tighten my hold, grunting with each brutal thrust. The haze of lust in her eyes clears, and she pierces me with a desperate look. I nod, silently giving her permission to let go.
I watch her orgasm seize her body, starting with her pussy snapping around me, then working its way outward, pushing the air out of her lungs and forcing a scream from her mouth.
I loosen my hold on her neck, and she inhales sharply as another orgasm wracks her curvy little body.
Seeing her face twisted up in ecstasy is my undoing.
Instead of emptying myself into her, I pull out just enough to grip my cock and pump the fucker furiously.
I need to mark her, to possess her in every single way.
I press the very tip to her pulsing bundle of nerves and let go, growling as I watch my cum cover her pussy.
Kimbra bows her back and whimpers, rubbing herself against me as I keep coming in waves.
It’s such a primal thing, but I can’t seem to stop myself from painting her tits with my cum as well. Kimbra rubs my warm seed into her skin and grabs her breasts as if unable to control herself. She presses her tits together and thrusts her chest forward in invitation.
My aching cock is still hard, even after the most intense orgasm I’ve ever had. I’ve turned into an insatiable beast with a ferocious appetite as I stare at her giant, cum-covered breasts. Then, I fuck those, too.
We both let out an agonizing groan when I shove my cock against her slick slit over and over. “Like that?” I grit out in a guttural voice. “Like when I titty fuck you?”
Kimbra nods, her mouth opening as she stares at the head of my shaft peeking through her breasts. Jesus Christ, is she…
My wild, filthy fucking princess licks a pearl of cum from the tip, and I slam my eyes shut as sparks of light cloud my vision.
Swear to God I can’t see, hear, or even breathe as I empty myself completely.
It hurts so goddamn good, the pain pulsing from the base of my shaft to the very tip, where Kimbra is sucking and massaging me with her tongue.
With the strength completely drained from every facet of my body, I collapse on top of my sexy-as-hell woman. After a moment to recover some of my strength, I manage to roll over so I don’t crush her.
Kimbra curls up against my chest and traces my tattoos with the tips of her fingers. She pauses when she gets to a nasty scar from a gunshot wound on my left shoulder. Her soft hand continues to trail down my body, pausing whenever she encounters the raised, ugly skin of old scars.
“How did you get all of these?” she whispers. My sweet girl presses the lightest kiss to a jagged line from a knife fight before becoming the head of the family.
“Bullets. Knives. Fists,” I answer truthfully. “A fair share of my scars are from my father,” I say for some stupid reason. Why did I tell her that?
“Aurelio…”
“It doesn’t matter,” I clip out. I’m frustrated at myself for letting something so personal slip.
“Don’t hide from me,” Kimbra gently commands. “You took me in at my lowest point. I was vulnerable, but you made me strong. Let me be here for you, too.”
I swallow thickly and stare at the ceiling, not sure where to begin.
“I knew my path in life from a very young age,” I whisper.
Kimbra brushes her hand over my heart, holding all the pieces together with her tender touch.
“I needed to be tough. Ruthless. My father taught me how to take a beating and how to give one, too.”
“He beat you up? How old were you?”
I shrug. I haven’t thought about my childhood since… well, since childhood. Once I matured enough to take on responsibilities in the Family, nothing else mattered. “I suppose we first started sparring when I was ten.”
“That’s awful. I’m so sorry you went through that,” my sweet girl whispers.
“It was all part of the training. My father knew I had to be resilient to take his place as the Boss, and he created tests along the way for me to prove my worth.”
“I can’t imagine what that must have been like. You know you don’t have to keep proving yourself, right? You’re enough. You’re more than enough. To me, you’re everything.”
God, this woman. How can she be this filthy, sexy minx one minute and soothe me with her kindness the next?
“I don’t deserve you,” I say softly.
“You deserve good things,” she counters. “You deserve love.”
I don’t know how to respond to that, but luckily, I don’t have to. My phone rings, and I’m thankful for the distraction. Things are getting too real, too raw for me to handle. Kimbra undoes me in ways I don’t understand.
I grab my phone and throw on a pair of sweatpants, trying and failing not to look at Kimbra one last time. She looks confused and sad, which makes me want to punch myself in the face. I don’t deserve her sweet words and pure heart. I’m too damaged, too far gone to be saved.
“Enrico,” I answer as I step outside of the room. I hear Kimbra’s footsteps heading toward the en suite bathroom to clean up the mess we made this morning. The primal part of me loves that she’s sticky with my cum, and another part of me feels like a monster for claiming her so roughly.
Fuck me, I’ve felt the full range of human emotion the last twelve hours. It’s rather disorienting for someone who previously only had two emotions: angry and annoyed.
“Boss? Did you hear what I said?”
“What? Yes. No. Say it again.” I shake my head at my flustered words. I need to focus.
“One of our men got a bullet through the head last night. He was found early this morning with a note stapled to his chest. It said, Stand down, or you’re next. Soon, you won’t have the Lieutenant to protect you. ”
“Shit,” I mutter. “I thought we’d have more time.”
“They’re going after their own now?” Enrico asks. “I don’t know if I buy it.”
“It’s true,” I admit. “I have confirmation that Lieutenant Olsen is being threatened. We either need to keep him instated and back him up with a show of power or replace him with someone who will shut the inner circle of cops up for good. As long as whoever is in that position is on our side, we’ll be okay. ”
A soft gasp echoes in the hallway, and I turn to see Kimbra standing in the doorway of the bedroom. Her hazel eyes are filled with betrayal and hurt, and I realize how the conversation must sound to her.
“Enrico, I have to go,” I tell him abruptly. “We’ll talk later.” I don’t give him a chance to respond before hanging up.
“You’re just… going to replace him?” Kimbra asks, her voice shaking.
“It’s business,” I say, though the words sound callous even to my own ears.
“He’s my dad . Don’t you care? Did all of this mean nothing?” She motions between us as tears form and fall down her lovely face.
I hate that I did this to her, but maybe it’s for the best. I’ll only hurt her more by keeping her around. I’ll ensure she’s safe, that she’s always watched over and protected by the Caparellis, but that’s all I can do. I have to let her go.
“This is my world, Kimbra.”
I grit my teeth and swallow back the apology trying to escape my lips.
My heart is screaming at me to run to her, tell her I’m an idiot, and beg her to be patient with me while I wrestle with the onslaught of unfamiliar emotions she brings out in me.
But I shut that weak part of me down, something I’ve had plenty of practice doing.
“You’re too delicate to handle it. Too soft.” I hate myself for saying the words, and regret floods every cell in my body.
“Is it really so awful to be vulnerable? It doesn’t make you weak.” How the hell did she rip my thoughts from my head? “There’s strength in trusting someone, truly trusting them with every part of you. Why are you so afraid?”
“I’m not afraid of anything,” I spit out. It’s a lie. A giant, ugly, bald-faced lie. I know it as soon as Kimbra grabs her bag and pushes past me. The one thing I’m truly afraid of is losing her.
It’s for the best. She’ll move on and find someone her own age. Someone who can give her a nice, quiet, peaceful life. So what if I’m a miserable fuck for the rest of my days? It’s what I deserve.