CHAPTER 41 - ARIANNA
CHAPTER
Arianna
MY FINGERS CLUTCH the cotton sheets as Red thrusts into me. Holding me tightly from behind, his thumb brushes my clit with feathery strokes, his cock hitting that place inside which makes my legs shake.
Moaning loudly, I reach orgasm for the third time since waking this morning. Having passed that temporary block last night, my chains have lifted and I’m alive once more. My body sings to this man’s touch, and I’ve never felt better.
It’s really happening. It’s real - Red loves me, and we can make this work. I’ve never been more determined to cling to anything in my life than this.
As much as I am his, he is mine. And that gives me the strength to face everything.
Still stretched to capacity by Red’s cock filling me to the brim, I’m unsure whether I can take any more, but I’m starting to come up again. Then he tenses, and there’s a low growl in my ear as he empties into me once again.
“Baby.” Red’s hands splay over my stomach. “That was fucking deliciously good.”
I turn over to face him, my lips searching for his, when a knock on the bedroom door stops me. I pull the sheet up over us. “Erm, come in.”
The door creaks open, revealing my sister. “I... erm... I’m sorry to disturb you, but I was wondering if you had any milk? I waited a while, but when I heard... when I realized you were awake, I thought that maybe...”
Feeling terrible that I’d left my terrified little sister alone, I sit up, guilt diluting my embarrassment. Maria must have heard everything. “I didn’t realize you’d be up so early.” Wrapping the sheet tighter around me, I prop myself up against the headboard.
“Did you sleep okay, Maria?” Red also sits up, the sheet only barely covering the cock which just gave me so much pleasure.
Maria stares wide-eyed at Red’s heavily tattooed chest displayed in all its muscular finery. The large red and black tattoo of a scorpion captures her imagination a bit more than I find comfortable.
I clear my throat. “If there’s no milk in the fridge, there should be some UHT milk in the pantry.”
“Time we got up too.” Red cups my face in his hands and plants a kiss on my lips.
Maria watches, transfixed. I know she’s my sister and all that, but surely she’ll let us get dressed without standing there?
“I’ll... I’ll see you downstairs.” Suddenly remembering herself, Maria scuttles red-faced from the room.
I can’t help but chuckle. “She’s not very worldly-wise.”
Red kisses me once more - this time deeper, and my core throbs all over again. It takes all of my willpower not to remain exactly where I am, however, Maria’s interruption has brought it back loud and clear that, unfortunately, there are outstanding issues that can’t wait.
Getting out of bed, Red picks his phone up from the bedside table, and my heart sinks at his expression. “What’s happened?”
Frowning, he throws the phone to me, then pulls his jeans on. “See for yourself. I’ll get a shower in a moment. I need to call back.”
I quickly scan the text.
Oscar – 07:55 25 Nov
Galvatore has been on fone kicking off
He demands to speak to u.
“Papà’s worked out Maria’s gone.” My stomach churns. “Is he coming to the Scorpio Lounge?”
“I don’t know what he’s doing. Fuck’s sake, this is all I need!” Red pulls his hair into his ponytail, and I watch with interest, wishing I could make my hair look normal so quickly.
Then it hits me. I hand Red his phone. “Don’t go to the Scorpio.”
“I must. I was planning on bringing the security team in for you and Maria tomorrow as I wanted to run through some self-defense with her today, but this sort of scuppers things. I’ll call the team over now.”
“I’ll phone him.”
Red pauses, one arm in his T-shirt, the other out. “What?”
“I said, I’ll phone Papà.” I jump out of bed and pull my clothes on. “I’ll shower later. Maria will just have to cope with me smelling of sex while I make the call.”
“Babe, don’t be crazy. You can’t call him.”
“Why not? You telling my father about Matteo didn’t work, but maybe it will be different coming from me now.” My eyes narrow. “I’m not the same as I once was, Red, you know that.”
“Yeah, I get that, but he’s playing his face about speaking to me, so speaking to me is what he will get.” Raising an eyebrow, Red smiles that smile I used to hate but now find as hot as hell.
“Okay, have it your way.” I’m too fuzzy with sex to argue. Besides, maybe he’s right?
As far as Papà is concerned, there’s nothing I ever said or did which mattered, and it’s unlikely that has changed.