33. What Do You Want?
CHAPTER 33
WHAT DO YOU WANT?
R affaele
Standing at the end of the walkway to Jeff’s apartment as Isabella says her goodbyes, I force my lungs to draw in deep breaths then exhale slowly. Even from this distance, I can make out each quiet whisper, every drawn-out look, and each lingering touch. He’s probably trying to convince her to spend the night. Too bad that’ll never happen under my watch.
I’m beyond buzzed and still fully aware that I fucked up yet again tonight.
What’s worse is that I can’t seem to care. All my rules, my policies and procedures sailed out the damned door. Seeing my Isabella with another guy was just too damned much. Should I have feasted on her pussy at the restaurant in front of an audience, leaving her vulnerable? Absolutely not.
Do I regret it? Not one bit.
In fact, I can’t wait to get her home and do it again. And if she behaves this time, I may even let her come.
The click-clack of heels on cement draws my attention at the scowling woman marching toward me. Fuck, she looks hot when she’s pissed. Her cheeks are just as rosy as when she’s on the brink of an orgasm.
“Get in the car,” she hisses as she stomps past me.
“Yes, signorina .” Dipping my head, I follow behind her like a good boy. Only a few times with her, and I’m already whipped. But I’ll be damned if I admit that to her. If I hope to keep any sort of semblance of control, she must believe I’m still in charge.
I slip in front of her and open the car door, unable to keep the grin at bay.
“Stop smiling,” she grits out as she slides into the backseat.
“What?” I scoot in beside her, then signal for Sal to head home. Our driver’s dark eyes meet mine through the rearview mirror.
The moment he revs the engine, Isabella’s hand lands in my lap. She cups my cock over my slacks, and I’m instantly hard, despite knowing full well what she’s up to. Clearing my throat, I pivot toward her and start to unbuckle my belt.
Her eyes widen as she regards me, two pools of bottomless blue.
“I can play this game all day, principessa ,” I whisper into her ear. “I’m okay with you not letting me come because I’ll just finish myself off when we get home. It doesn’t change the fact that I’ll have the image of your hand on my cock permanently ingrained in my mind.”
“You’re a liar,” she hisses and slips her hand beneath my boxers. “I’m going to get you so worked up, you’re going to beg me for release.” Her warm breath skates across the shell of my ear, and I only get harder. Sure, I’d love to come in her hand, or better, that tight, wet pussy, but some of Isabella is better than nothing at all.
That’s how stupidly addicted I already am.
Her warm fingers close around me, and I instinctively start to move against her palm. Cazzo , she feels good, even though I know she’s only doing this to fuck with me. Her hand swirls around my length, fingers toying with my balls until she starts to pump faster. My breaths start to grow ragged, and I glance up at the mirror and catch a glimpse of Sal’s watchful eye.
Fucking around with Isabella is one thing, but the other guards knowing about it is where I draw the line. I have no doubt Luca Valentino would cut off my cock at that inexcusable offense.
So despite how good she feels, I wrap my hand around her wrist and attempt to pry her off.
“Oh, I’m just getting started, Raf,” she murmurs.
“Maybe we can finish this exquisite torture when we get back to the apartment?” I whisper before ticking my head up at the rearview mirror. Isabella’s smirk grows downright wicked.
She brings her lips to my ear, her breath sending goose bumps rippling down my arms. “Are you afraid, Mr. Ferrara? Scared that Papà will find out you want to fuck his only daughter and heir?” Her devastating strokes quicken, and my heart struggles to keep up with the accelerating tempo.
I bite my tongue to keep the groan from spilling through my clenched teeth. “Isabella,” I warn.
“What’s the matter, Raf? You can’t take a little payback?”
Her eyes glisten with mischief as she regards me with a devilish grin. She continues to stroke harder, precum slickening her hand so she easily glides up and down my hard length.
“I want you to come, stronzo . I want to hear my name on your lips as you explode all over your pants so Sal can see exactly what we’ve been up to.” She narrows her eyes. “How long do you think until he tells Papà ?”
“Isabella,” I growl as liquid lightning races through my veins. This woman has me strung so tight, I could come on the spot. Luckily, I have a little more self-control than that, despite the wine. “Think about it. If I get sent home, you’ll be next. No bodyguard, no internship in Rome.”
“Oh, you’ll be sent home, all right. In a box.”
I nod, swallowing hard as the pleasure blossoms to nearly uncontainable levels. “I’m fully aware of that possibility, principessa .” I pause before the traitorous words slip out. “And I still can’t stay away from you.”
She starts to slow her pace, and the fire wanes to a more comfortable temperature. I take advantage to plead my case.
Leaning in close, my hand itches to cup her cheek, but I don’t dare with Sal’s wandering eyes. “Do you want me dead, Isabella, is that what you want?”
“No,” she mutters.
“Then what do you want?”
A moment of charged silence passes between us. Her hand still strangles my cock, but she’s stopped moving. I’m not even sure she’s still breathing.
“Isabella?”
She snags her bottom lip between her teeth, eyes chasing down to my mouth. “What I’ve always wanted… I want you to fuck me,” she finally whispers, gaze still not meeting mine.
As if those words have a straight line to my cock, the fading fire ignites once again, and I start to thrust against her palm. Grasping her chin between my thumb and forefinger, I force her eyes to mine. There are a million reasons why I should say no: my life, her life, my rules, just to name a few. I have every intention of denying her because it is the sane thing to do. But somehow, my brain malfunctions with her hand still rubbing my cock and instead, I blurt, “All you had to do was ask.”
Her smile brightens and despite growing up in one of the most breathtaking cities in the world, it’s the most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen. I keep telling myself this thing between us is only physical, an itch I just can’t scratch. That once I’ve had her, I’ll be able to move on and focus on my duties as her bodyguard.
But the mad thumping of my heart calls me a fucking liar.
It’s more than just the desire to claim her, to possess her. The little mafia princess has awakened my cold, dead heart. And that is the most dangerous thing of all.
“Okay,” she breathes before removing her hand from beneath my boxers.
I grit out a curse as she does. Another day of blue balls. Or maybe not… “When exactly were you thinking?”
A devious chuckle parts her lips. “Let’s have another glass of wine when we get back to the apartment, and we can talk about it.”
“Okay, I like that. Maybe we can set out some ground rules.”
She rolls her eyes at me so hard my palm twitches. “No rules, Raf. We’re doing this my way.”
“But—”
Her hand flies up, and she presses her finger to my lips. My familiar scent races up to my nostrils, and fuck, I love that she smells like me. I never want her to smell like anyone else. If I could, I would cover her in my cum so that everyone knows Isabella Valentino is mine.
“Okay,” I murmur against her finger. With a quick glance up at the mirror, I confirm Sal’s eyes are elsewhere before sucking it into my mouth. Swirling my tongue around her finger, I watch her as her cheeks redden and her lips curve into a capital O.
I can’t risk getting too carried away. I already know the sounds I can coax out of my principessa so I pull out that tempting digit before she starts to moan and blows it for both of us.
Just in time because I’d been so wrapped up in Isabella, I didn’t realize we were nearly home. Merda , this is exactly why getting involved with a client is such a bad idea. Sal pulls the car to the sidewalk, and I adjust my pants to hide the obvious bulge. Jumping out of the limo, I race around to Isabella’s side so our driver doesn’t have to get out and see my erection up close and personal.
“ Grazie, Salvatore .” With a quick wave, I escort my client up the walkway to the outer gate. She’s already fishing through her purse for the keys, and I catch a slight tremble in her hand.
Once we’re through the first gate into the courtyard, I press a hand to the small of her back. She whirls around, eyes bright with some unreadable emotion.
My hands slide up her arms, cradling her face. “You know, we don’t have to do this… If you just got caught up in the heat of the moment or were doing it only to spite me, I’m not holding you to anything.”
A rueful smile drives away some of the darkness in her expression. “No, I want to do this.” Her arms lace around my neck, and she shoves me against the exterior wall of the courtyard, so that we’re enveloped within the tangle of climbing vines. Her mouth crashes into mine, and everything else vanishes.