19. Salvatore
nineteen
Salvatore
I smile as I pay for the rose and exit the small flower shop. I smile at the newly found connection between Isabella and me, at the ability to tell her everything I ever wanted her to know. For her to talk to me about her life, her parents and their love. Even if I already knew how and why her mother died, I listened. I wanted her to tell me, to trust me. I’m still smiling when my phone rings with a call from Gabriel.
“Hey, man. What’s up?”
“Hey. Why do you think something is up? Can’t I call you just to catch up?”
I open the door of my car and slide inside. “You can. However, I have already informed you about everything that’s going on here. So, what is it?”
I turn the switch and put my car into drive as I listen to him. He exhales. “We need you back. I don’t know how you’re going do it, but you need to come back with or without Isabella. Damiano is good, but not everyone is fond of him. Your underbosses and their soldiers are accepting things as they are only because of the hunting spree you did last time. But your absence may change that.”
I turn into the alley leading toward the entrance of the tunnel that leads to Isabella’s father’s villa. “Has something happened?”
“Not yet, but the situation isn’t great. There have been a few strange casualties. Some soldiers have been targeted. If it was just fighting or done with intention, we don’t know.”
“Has Dante investigated the situation?”
“He did. So did Marco. They found nothing.” His voice echoes in my ear, too calm for the situation.
“Fuck!” I hit the steering wheel. “Could it be Sabatini?” I question, more to myself.
“That’s the thing. We’re not sure.”
I run a hand through my hair and think, even though I know there is only one thing I need to do.
I exhale, defeated. “I’ll be on the plane first thing tomorrow morning.”
I end my call with Gabriel and call for my plane to be ready, my thoughts spiraling. How the hell am I going to get Isabella to come with me? Is she ready for a new start? Has she even thought about us?
After hours of waiting in the stillness of my car, I still haven’t got an answer, and I don’t know if she will want to leave her life here and come to start over with me. What I do know is that it is not my decision to make. Besides, I can’t keep sneaking around and using the tunnel to see her. I want us to be seen in public together and enter her house through the front door.
So, this will be my last time walking through the tunnel to see her. After this, it’s her choice how she wants to go forward.
I take one last steadying breath and take the rose and the papers from the glove compartment. Papers that were hunting me. Papers I’ve had with me since I got here. With one last look at the entrance, I walk through the tunnel one more time.
I take a deep breath before I enter her room because this will either be the night we say goodbye or the night before the new beginning.
With heaviness in my heart, I swallow hard before entering Isabella’s room, finding her near the window and looking out in the distance. Dressed in a white silk and lace nightgown, her hair cascades down her back.
She doesn’t turn around, and I take steady steps toward her, placing the papers on the dresser on my way. When my toes reach the back of her feet, I trace the tip of the rose along her skin, from her forearms up toward her neck until she leans into me and I wrap my arms around her, giving her the rose.
For the last few weeks, I didn’t leave a rose on her pillow anymore; I gave them to her.
“Anything interesting out there?” I ask as I bury my nose in her skin, kissing her neck.
“No. I was just trying to figure how you sneak inside. I’ve been standing here for the last hour and I didn’t see a thing.”
I chuckle. “That’s because you were looking the wrong way.”
She turns in my arms and wraps hers around my neck. “What do you mean?”
I look into her questioning eyes and contemplate whether it’s my place to tell her. But if this is my last night here, I will need to tell her. “Maybe I’ll tell you tonight. Depending on how well you behave.” I smirk.
She bites her lower lip, smiling at me like she knows something I don’t. “I’ll behave.”
“Will you now?” I raise a brow at her.
“Yes.” Her smile spreads wider. “Hi!”
“Hi!” I grin at her before I pull her in for the kiss I longed the whole day for.
I explore her mouth with my tongue and let my hands roam her body, pulling her toward me. I leave kisses on her cheek and neck before I take her in my arms and carry her toward the bed.
I lay her down and hover over her, debating when and how to approach the subject I need to discuss with her.
Isabella decides for me when her hand pulls on my shirt and tugs me toward her, taking over the kiss.
But my mind is struggling to be in the moment, so I pull away and search for the possible answer in her eyes. “Where are we going from here, Bella?”
She furrows her brows. “What do you mean?”
“I want to know where we stand. What are we?”
“She averts her eyes from me. “I’m not sure, Salvatore. I can’t forget, but I can live with what happened, and I’ve made my peace with it.”
“But what about us?” I demand. “Can you make peace with me?”
She smiles. “I thought I’d made it clear to you that I have. You are in my bed, after all.”
Using my distraction, she wriggles from under me and turns me on my back so she’s on the top of me now.
Saying I like what I see is an understatement. Her hair falls down the side of her face, her nipples peeking through the fabric of her gown as she positions herself on my hard cock. Still fully dressed, my cock screams for freedom and the warmth of her wet pussy.
“Isn’t this sign enough? What more validation do you need?”
I close my eyes and groan as she grinds her bare pussy on my cock, and I wrap my fingers around her ass, slowing her movements.
Relieved that she might have forgiven me, I decide to enjoy this last night before I lay down the choices to her.
“I would like to be naked for this.”
She smirks and starts unbuttoning my shirt. Next are my pants, and then she moves from me, letting me take my clothes off. As soon as I’m naked, she places her legs on each side of me, ready to ride me.
I smile. “What are you up to?”
She licks her lips. “Nothing. I want to be in control for a change.”
I chuckle. “You are always in control. In case you didn’t know that.”
And she is. Even more than she thinks. She has control over my life and my happiness.
Pulling off her gown, she smirks before her hand lands on my chest and she positions herself on my cock, slowly sinking down. I place my hands behind my head and let her have her way. Up and down, slowly moving her pelvis just the right way to drive me crazy. I watch as her tits move and tease me. Groaning, I move forward and take one of her nipples into my mouth and latch on. I take her other breast in my palm and push them together as I switch from one nipple to the other while she’s riding me, and when I’m about to come, I grab her hips and work with her, my head buried into her skin. She stops moving and looks at me, smirking.
Figuring out what her play is, I smirk as I pull her under me.
I grab her wrists and keep them above her head. “You want to play? I’ll show you how you play.”
With one hand, I reach for my pants and pull the belt from it. I smirk as I use it to bind her hands and then use her nightgown to bind her to the head of the bed.
I take the rose and use it as my weapon to leave soft traces on her skin. I follow the road of her skin from the calf to her knee up to her thigh until I reach her pussy. I make a pattern there, but she closes her legs.
I chuckle. “Open those legs for me, Bella.” She bites on her lower lip and shakes her head. “Open!”
Slowly she opens them, and I trace the rose over her pussy. When she tries to close her legs again, I place my hands on her knees and keep them open before I strike her pussy with the rose. “If you don’t keep your legs open, next time, it will be my hand that slaps your pussy.”
Her back arches as she pulls on the bounds of her hands. I use the tip of the rose and trace her belly up to her breasts, where I give each of her nipples enough attention to make her squirm underneath me.
When I see she’s had enough, I discard the rose and use my fingers to spread her lips before using one finger and entering her hot, wet pussy.
Isabella whimpers and curses as she pulls on her bounds. I fuck her with one finger in before I add a second finger, reaching her sweet spot. Her mouth opens in a moan, and she buckles when her muscles spasm. And then, with a wicked smile, I stop moving my fingers. Her eyes open and an irritated sound escapes her lips.
“What are you doing?”
I chuckle. “Tonight, my love, I’m giving you a taste of your own medicine, so you know how I’ve felt for the last few months since I came here.”
Before she can say anything else, I once again insert my fingers inside her and play with the juices inside her pussy until her back arches and she squirms again. And like before, when her muscles contract, I pull my fingers out at the right moment.
“No, please, Salvatore. Don’t do that,” she begs desperately.
I laugh darkly as I open her legs and sink my head in between them, plunging my tongue into her, drinking her and sucking on her clit. As she is about to come once again, I stop.
She grinds herself on the bed, and I chuckle at her attempt to make herself come.
I hold her by her legs, and in one move, I slam my cock inside her.
“Fuck!” I throw my head back, enjoying the feeling. “You are dripping, baby.”
I spread her legs even wider as I keep fucking her until she begs, “Please don’t stop! Don’t stop.”
This time, I don’t. I keep pumping inside her, her back lifts, and her muscles squeeze my cock. Her wetness floods it as she keeps coming. Her screams fill the room, matching my own groans as I come inside her.
The rest of the night, I worship her, showing her my love and adoration. When the time to leave nears, I kiss her one last time before pleading with her for us, for our future, and for our love.
“I’m leaving for New York tomorrow,” I say in the darkness.
She shifts and sits up, her brows furrowing. “What?”
I take her hand in mine. “I can’t stay here any longer. My life is in New York. I’m needed there.”
Her eyes search mine as she stutters, “But... What…”
I stop her attempts to form a question. “I want you to come with me.”
She looks down at our hands. “I can’t.” Her voice is barely a whisper.
“Yes, you can. You belong with me. We will start over.”
“I already started over. Here, by my father’s side.”
I sit opposite her, my eyes pleading for her to understand. “I can’t stay here. If I leave, I won’t come back.”
She shakes her head. “I can’t leave.”
I narrow my eyes, ready for one last question. I’ve done everything I can to apologize, to make her forgive me and help us move on. This is the last question before my decision. “You sure this is what you want? To stay here?”
She closes her eyes and takes a breath before opening them again and swallowing. “Yes, this is what I want.”
I close my eyes and nod slowly before I let her hand go and get out of the bed. I pick up my clothes and put them on in silence while she is watching me.
When I’m done, I take the papers from the dresser where I put them and approach her.
“I’ve learned a lot. I also learned that sometimes we have to give up things we want so much. So, this is what I’m giving up.” I place the papers on her lap and lean down to place one last kiss on her head. “Do me a favor, my love. Find happiness, because I will only be happy knowing you are.”
I turn and leave, losing everything once again.