23. Neve
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
Neve
M y heart is beating a million miles an hour when I find the courage to whispers those words to him.
I’ve been wanting to say it for so long now -
“I love you, Celso.” I whisper against his lips as my heart beats even faster.
He grabs the back of my head and pushes his mouth over mine, locking me in place.
My body lights with fire inside my veins as I rock my hips, rubbing my pussy over his cock.
The passion of our skin is fueled with the passion of our hearts .
“You have no idea how long I’ve waited to hear that.” He murmurs, his voice deep and husky, his words are a tease to my ears. “You do not know how long I’ve waited for you, Neve.” He says and kisses me again, fierce and wild, we move together in the hot tub out on the deck on the edge of the mountain.
Being here with him is some kind of dream land. A fairy tale. The views, the bubbling water around us, the chilly evening air touching our skin.
His fingers thread into my hair and he pulls my head backwards, exposing my throat to his lips, he traces kisses over my skin.
“I’ve never seen anything more perfect than you.” He growls, running his hand down my back, between my legs and brushing his fingers over my pussy.
I shudder in delight and he lets his teeth grate along my neck as he pushes his fingers inside me, making me gasp.
“This pussy belongs to me.” He snarls, pushing his fingers deeper. I can feel his cock pressing against me as well and I’m desperate for him to thrust it inside me .
I rock back and forth, rubbing myself against his hand.
He chuckles. “Mm. You love this don’t you, my angel.”
I nod and look at him with hungry eyes.
The muscles of his thick broad shoulders move and shift, shaped perfectly as he lifts his arm out of the water and traces his finger over my lips.
“Do you want me to fuck you?” He asks.
I nod, biting my lip.
A half smile curls the corner of his mouth. The dark shadow of stubble giving him a rugged, dangerous edge.
He lifts me up slightly, holding his cock, and lowers me down slowly onto it.
The moment he pushes into me I moan.
It’s pure bliss as he pushes deeper, filling me up, forcing me open. My legs are stretched wide over him.
My muscles twitch around his massive cock and I lean forward, burying my face into his neck .
He wraps his hand around the back of my head, locking me against him and he begins to fuck me harder.
Water splashes around and I grip the edge of the hot tub.
Celso gets frustrated with not being able to thrust into me as hard as he wants to in the water, so he lifts me out and turns me around, pushing me face down over the edge of the bath.
He shoves his cock into me from behind and I squeal in delight as he grips my hips and fucks me as hard as he wants to.
His cock slams into me over and over again, steam drifting off my skin where the water meets the cooler night air.
I look up and all I see is a bright evening sky, filled with stars, over the silhouettes of mountains.
Everything is adding to the thrilling sensation of this experience.
It’s almost overwhelming.
I can’t seem to catch my breath I’m moaning so much, gasping with each thrust and enjoying the touch of his hands on my skin.
“Tell me again, angel. Tell me you love me.” He growls.
“I love you.” I gasp between breathes as he slams into me.
“And you belong to me.” He says.
“I belong to you, Celso.” I confess.
He grabs a handful of my hair his cock growing harder inside me.
I shudder with delight and my legs begin to shake as he fucks me faster and faster, pulling my hair and forcing me to arch my back towards him.
“Come on my cock, angel. I can feel you tightening.”
He takes in a heavy breath. “Fuck that is so good.” He growls as my orgasm rocks through me, making my pussy throb over his cock. Wave after wave of intense pleasure make me cry out and he pushes deep inside me, exploding while his moans vibrate against my back .
The night we make love again in the bedroom with glass walls, up against the edge of a mountain cliff, my heart beating fast from fear, adrenalin and lust.
I sleep in his arms as soft mist dances over the views.
In the morning we watch the sunrise and everything in my life has never been more perfect than it is right now.
I’ve never been happier or more free in my life. And I’ve never felt love like this before.
The way I feel about Celso makes me think that I’ve never understood love - not until I met a man who loves me for who I am.
I can’t imagine my life without him.
Just before sunset the helicopter arrives to take us back to our car, and we road trip home. Both of us keep glancing at each other and smiling.
Everything has changed now. I don’t have to hold back or fight how I feel about him. I’ve embraced it - along with the fears or what might happen - I’ve let myself love him. I’ve let go and my heart has fallen deep down the rabbit hole .
The next two days at home are magical. Celso goes out of his way to do things for me and I can’t help but smother him in affection.
On Wednesday morning he has to go into work, and I’m left alone in the penthouse to keep myself busy.
While he is out the phone in his office rings and I rush to answer it for him so that I can take a message.
I bolt up the stairs and pick it up in a hurry, but I’m too late and the line goes dead as I say hello.
“Oh well, you can call back if it’s important.” I mutter, setting the phone back in the cradle.
I bump his laptop and the screen flickers to life.
On the desktop I see a folder - the name of the folder is Neve.
I narrow my eyes and slowly sit down in his office chair. It must be our marriage certificate or something. Just a folder to keep things safe in.
It’s not snooping if it’s my name I’m clicking on.
I double click and it opens. There are so many files listed that at first I’m confused. Why would he have so much information on me? One marriage certificate would make sense - but this - what is this?
I scroll down the list and click randomly.
A note pad opens with information about my college application. I wanted to go to a high prestigious college as far from my father as possible. I wanted freedom. I remember the day the application was declined. It broke my heart.
I read through the notes and my stomach knots.
Celso tampered with my chances of getting in. It looks like he paid someone off to decline my application. Is this real? Why would he do that?
I click on another folder, my head begging to spin with nausea.
This is a folder on the guy I liked two years ago. His name was Dilan. He was a nice guy.
I remember the day he broke up with me. He said I wasn’t good enough for him and he told me I was boring and not that pretty. The cruel words were in such contrast to who I thought he was - to the guy I had gotten to know - it didn’t make sense. But now it does. Celso paid him and threatened him - making sure he left.
File after file I click and sink deeper into depression and shock.
Three boyfriends - paid off.
The job I applied for in New York - tampered with.
College applications - ruined.
Every move I made to leave the city and every person I dated - or tried to date - Celso interfered with it.
There is a folder filled with incriminating images of my father. I knew it was him. I knew it and no one would listen to me.
My heart is shattered, falling to pieces. I can’t breathe.
I get down to the bottom of the list and find a folder with Damion’s name on it.
Intense anxiety waves over me as I hover the cursor above it.
Do I want to know ?
Can I bear the truth of what I am about to see?
He has a voice recording of their conversation. A conversation that took place somewhere windy. Damion and Celso are arguing. Celso is trying to force Damion to take the money and leave. Disappear. Go live somewhere far away. Or take the money and break off the wedding.
Damion is laughing it off.
He says, “I don’t have a choice. I have to marry her. My family is broke, and she is the only option I have. Do you think I want to do this? I don’t want to get married. But I have to.”
Celso snaps back, “She deserves someone who loves her. Someone who will give her the world. If you don’t intend to do that, let her be with someone who deserves her.”
“You? You think you deserve her. Fuck off man. You can have her when I’m done with her. Once my family gets the money we need out of her family I’ll divorce her, and she’ll be all yours.”
That’s when Celso loses his mind and Damion screams.
I listen, frozen in my seat. Damion begging him to stop.
Celso growling and snarling with effort. Then Damion goes silent.
He tried to pay him off, and the deal went wrong, and he ended up murdering him.
Celso murdered Damion.
I can’t breathe.
Every single thing that has gone wrong in my life has been because Celso interfered. I didn’t even open half of the folders, but I can’t bring myself to look at another thing.
I’ve seen what I need to see, and it’s enough to make me realize - Celso is the monster I always thought he was.
He is a murderous asshole who only cared about what he wanted. He interfered with my life, repeatedly until he ended up destroying my father and killing the man I was supposed to marry.
Tears are streaming down my cheeks when I stand up. My legs are weak and shaking. I grip the side of the desk and try to steady myself but I’m struggling.
Celso walks into the office.
“Neve? What are you doing in here?” his voice is tight, strained.
“You killed him. You did - you did so many terrible things.” I mumble, still fighting for air.
“Neve, sit down, my angel, you’re pale.” He hurries around the desk and tries to wrap his arm around me, but I scream and push him away. The anger giving me some clarity and a chance to take a deep breath. “Don’t touch me. You are a monster. You’ve - you’ve been controlling my life.” I shout.
“Neve, please, if you let me explain?—”
“Explain what? How? Nothing you say will make this ok.”
I can’t stop crying. I’m scared, but I’m more angry than anything else.
My heart rate is through the roof and my fists are clenched at my side.