18. Isabella
eighteen
Isabella
I stayed at home today. I took a long soak in the tub, and not because I had a self-care day, but because I couldn’t fucking move.
My pussy aches. I’m sore in such a good way that when I move, I can still feel him inside me. I can still feel his stubble on my skin. My muscles ache, but I’m blissfully zoned out from this world, and I couldn’t care less.
For the first time since I came back, I took a day off and spent it dreaming about Salvatore. Every time I smile at the memory, a voice in my head reminds me about all the things that happened and why I hate him.
I shut down that voice by questioning myself. Do I really hate him? Or is that an illusion? I shift in my bed and open my eyes, failing to fall asleep. I look at the clock on the nightstand and realize Salvatore will be here soon. Well, he will be if he sticks to the schedule he’s kept for the last week. Maybe when I see him, I will have my answer. But can we really make things work out?
The door to my room opens, and I watch as Salvatore enters. His stubble is still there, and I shudder at the thought of how it feels on my skin. The black jeans fit perfectly, and that black shirt fits like a second skin around his muscles. His curls look perfectly messy, and all I want is to pull on them as he eats my pussy.
He has a rose with him.
He halts just a few steps from the door. “You’re not asleep?” He smirks.
“How do you get inside the house?” I ask the million-dollar question.
He chuckles. “I bet you want to know that. Unfortunately, I can’t tell you.”
I raise myself into a sitting position. “Why is that?”
“If I tell you, that would put my way to you in danger.”
I shift in my place. “Fair enough.” I watch him as he approaches my bed. “So, now that I’m not sleeping, what are you going to do?”
He raises his eyebrows. A devilish smile appears on his face. “Whatever you want me to.”
I chuckle and bite on my lower lip. “I’m sore.”
“I could kiss it better.”
“Yes, you could.” I pull the cover from my body, exposing my lace nightgown. “But first... strip, and I want a show.”
He narrows his eyes at me. “A show?”
“Yes, a show, and make it worth it.”
He laughs, and before he starts, he throws the rose my way, and it falls on the bed. I take it and inhale the smell, my eyes never leaving his. I watch as he slowly undoes the buttons of his shirt; he lets it fall slowly from his body before he catches it and throws it to me.
This one, I catch.
Next comes the undershirt. In one move, he pulls it over his head before it lands on the floor. He toes off his shoes before he unbuckles his belt and pulls it from his jeans. He throws it on the floor near the bed and unzips his jeans. I watch as he slides them off until all that’s left is his boxer shorts and a boner.
I wait for him to take them off, but he just stands there, staring at me. “Keep going.”
He smirks and hooks his thumbs in his boxers, pulling them down, his cock saluting me.
I pull myself toward the foot of the bed, my eyes meeting his. “Now, get on your knees and crawl to me.”
His smirk disappears and mine appears as we get into a staring competition. My eyes challenge him to see how far he’s going to go, his question my sanity. How far is he ready to go for my forgiveness?
I spread my legs wide, exposing my naked pussy.
Will this stop here, or will he crawl?
His eyes fall on my pussy and then on me again as he gets to his hands and knees and crawls toward me, his eyes fixating on me.
One, two…
I place my fingers between my legs and push one finger inside me, moaning.
Three, four…
I keep pushing my fingers inside me as I watch him crawling until he is in front of me.
My heart is hammering in my chest. He’s the one on his knees, but he is far from prey. He is the predator, and he’s coming for me. And I will enjoy every second of it.
His hands touch my legs, and he kneels before me. I take my fingers from inside me and a growl escapes him as he takes my fingers into his mouth, licking them clean.
“Delicious. Is my crawling to you making you hot?” He smirks.
I nod, unable to say the words.
“Excellent.” His hands grab my thighs as he looks at my bare pussy. “Now what do you want me to do?”
“Eat my pussy.” The word comes breathlessly out of me.
He smiles. “Your wish is my command.”
His hand grips behind my knees and he pulls me to the edge of the bed. My breathing quickens as his head disappears between my legs and I land on my back and let myself enjoy the tongue fucking and sucking.
So, he did kiss it better, just to fuck me again and again. After the second round, I couldn’t take it anymore. That left me with him sleeping in my bed and me in his arms.
“I’ve never done that before.” He breaks the silence with a laugh.
“What do you mean?” I trace circles on his torso.
“I’ve never crawled to anyone.”
“Oh. Well, there’s a first time for everything.” I shrug.
“You are the only person I will crawl toward and kneel before. And I will do it every day if that means we can move on from our mistakes.”
I exhale. “Salvatore…”
In a second, I’m spun and pinned on my back, Salvatore’s eyes begging me. “Please. I don’t want you to forgive me, I just want you to try to let us move on and live in the future, not the past.”
I search his eyes, but all they show is the truth. There’s sincerity in them, and maybe that’s the reason for my response.
“I can’t promise you anything other than to listen to you.”
A smile appears on his face. “What are you saying?”
“I will wait for you here every night. And instead of notes, I want you to talk to me.” He laughs and seals our deal with a kiss. “First, I want to know what happened to you after I left.”
He smiles. “I learned that I deserve to be happy.”
Tonight, I learned that he has a family. That he has a mother and siblings, and he spends time with them. That they welcomed him with open arms. As he spoke about his mother, his eyes shone, and in them, I saw little boy Salvatore who never had a happy mother. When he spoke about his sister and how she never saw a stranger in him, his smile spread all over his face. I’d never seen him like this. He looked happy as he recounted dinner stories and funny things his siblings had done.
I smiled when he smiled; I asked questions and laughed when he laughed. I listened to him making plans for us and them and I didn’t think to decline any of it.
We lay in bed, Salvatore resting his head on his hand, his other hand playing with a lock of my hair.
“So, you want to tell me about your friend, Pino?”
I laugh at the mocking way he said friend . “Are you jealous?”
He shrugs. “Why would I be jealous? I’m the one sleeping in your bed, not him. I just don’t like the idea of him following you around the whole day and how much time you spend with him.”
I lay my hand on his chest. “Well, he is a friend. He’s like the brother I never had. We were basically raised together.”
He chuckles. “If he’s like a brother to you, why are you marrying him?”
I exhale and turn onto my back. Since we’re having a deep conversation, I may as well be honest with him. “We had a pact when we were kids and that was the only reason I had the courage to come back here. There is nothing but sibling love between us. He loves another girl who he lost because of this life. Before I asked him to go through with our pact, he was determined not to marry.”
“May I remind you that you are still married to me?”
I smile. Because for the first time, being reminded that I’m still his wife is not bringing bad memories but good ones. I turn to him and smirk. “Maybe I like being reminded.”
He chuckles and shakes his head. “No. You are not escaping this conversation.”
I exhale. “Well, I did send you divorce papers, and we had a plan, so I could soften my father’s heart into accepting me back. The plan worked, even if it wasn’t completely necessary.” I look into the distance. “My father didn’t kill my mother. It was just an idea I had in my head. A story my mind created without knowing the whole truth.”
“What was the truth?” Salvatore raises a questioning brow.
“She was the one who pulled the trigger. She killed herself so my father didn’t have to choose between her and his duty.”
“Why would he have to choose?”
“Because she wanted to leave him and take me with her. She didn’t want me to live a miserable life with Sabatini. The rest, you know.”
“I understand.” He doesn’t say anything else, but the look in his eyes turns murderous at the mention of Sabatini.
I study his hard face. “You didn’t catch him, did you?”
“No. He disappeared into thin air. But we’re watching for his whereabouts. There’s a ten million bounty on his head and still nothing.”
I look him in the eyes. “Promise me you will find him and make him pay.”
He wraps a hand behind my neck, leaving just inches between us. “I promise I will hunt him down and find him no matter how long it takes.”
I smile and snuggle into his arms before I fall asleep and dream about the life I may have if we did things differently. If I didn’t lose my precious baby.
When I wake up, Salvatore is gone, but my rose is in his place with a note.
Think of me, my love.
Until tonight,
Love, Salvatore
It was easy for us to fall into the same routine every night. It was easy to have him for myself every night for weeks and not think about the consequences. To be all giddy and wait for the night to fall so I could go home and wait for him to sneak into my room.
So easy that I never thought that I would have choices to make.
Choices I wasn’t ready for.