28. Celso
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
Celso
N eve showing up at my door in that dress - it is exactly what I was hoping for. I have to admit that I didn’t think I would get so lucky, but here she is.
And she has the cheek to stop me when I kiss her.
“No, wait, you don’t get to kiss me and make me forget what I came here to say—” she stammers, stepping away from me. Swaying a little. Her sass is gorgeous. Her attitude is sexy. And I am going to break it right out of her and remind her who is in charge here.
“Actually, sweet girl, I get to do whatever the fuck I want. And that dress looks amazing on you by the way.” I know what she came here for and I’m going to make sure she gets it.
It’s not like I can control myself either way. I fucking want her. I need her. It’s been way too long since I’ve tasted her lips on mine and it was so fucking hard to walk away from her, leaving her at the club with hundreds of men watching her.
I lift her in my arms, looping one arm beneath her knee and pushing her back against the wall. She gasps when I press my hips forward and let her feel how hard she makes me. Her legs are spread wide, her dress is hitched up over her hips and she couldn’t escape even if she wanted to. But her eyes tell me what I need to know.
Oh - she’s angry. She’s up for a fight - but she wants this as much as I do.
I wrap my lips over hers and my fingers around her throat, pinning her down, doing what I’ve been craving.
She bites at my lip and I jump, but I don’t release her. Instead my fingers around her throat tighten .
“Do you want me to punish you, angel? Because it won’t be for your attitude tonight - it will be because you thought I would ever let you leave me.” I snarl against her lips.
She takes a sharp breath and whispers in reply, “No one owns me, Celso. Not even you.”
A low, dangerous growl rumbles up through my chest. She’s wrong. She’s so fucking wrong. I’ll claim her like I did on our wedding night.
I step away from the wall with her still locked in my arms. I carry her to the kitchen counter.
Setting her down on it spin her around so that her back is facing me and she’s kneeling on the cold marble.. She tries to wiggle forward, away from me, so I grab her hips and drag her back towards me. Her legs are spread wide as she kneels, and I dip my fingers beneath her thin lace panties and rip them from her body. I pull her so that her ass is hanging off the edge of the counter and I push her face down.
Fuck, she’s gorgeous. She’s perfect.
And she’s mine .
Her perfect light little pink pussy is begging for me to slam my cock into her.
She tries to wiggle away again, and I slap her ass. She screams and a red handprint burns into her pale, creamy skin.
“Move again and I’ll make you cry.” I warn her as I tug my pants open. My cock throbs, pulsing and twitching, desperate to be inside her.
I rub the tip of my cock across her pussy and moan deeply.
A little squeal of pleasure escapes her.
Grabbing her thighs I thrust forward. My cock plunging into her and pushing all the way inside her pussy, as deep as I can go as I grip her thighs and pull her back towards me.
She screams in pleasure and fright, her fingers gripping the edge of the counter.
I start to rock back and forth. Holding on to her because each time I thrust forward her entire body jolts.
Leaning forward I grab her throat from behind and pull her back against my chest as my cock continues to push inside her, stretching her wide open so that she can take all of me.
She starts to bounce on my cock, moaning with each movement.
My hands drift up her chest, I grab her dress and pull it down, freeing her breasts.
My fingers play around her nipples, tugging, pinching and cupping her entire breasts and she moans louder and moves faster on my cock.
She’s so close to coming.
My hand finds its way around her throat again and I lock her against me, not allowing her to move.
I fuck her so hard she is screaming. My cock is growing harder and bigger by the second.
“Wait.” She cries out. “It’s too big.”
“You can handle me, angel. Just a little while longer.” I growl against her ear as I plunge into her, over and over again. I slip my hand between her spread knees and rub my fingers over her clit, and she starts to shake. Now she’s rocking her hips in small circles .
“Mm, fuck, you are so close. Stop fighting me.” I demand.
She tilts her head back against me and shudders.
Her body clenches as muscles spasm and her pussy locks onto my cock.
The sensation of her coming all over me causes me to fall over the edge and my orgasm explodes from me.
Neve stays leaning against me, my arm around her waist, her knees spread open and her head resting on my shoulder.
We are both breathing heavily, my cock still hard inside her.
I run my hand over her throat.
“I won’t let you leave again.” I whisper against her ear. “I’ve given you enough time away from me. Now you belong to me again.”
I can sense the shift in her energy. She’s smiling, I can tell without even looking at her.
“Is that so?” She smirks.
“That very much is so, my love. ”
I slide my cock out of her before it goes hard again.
I lift her off the counter and set her down on the ground. Picking up her torn panties I lift them to my face and breathe in the scent of her. Grinning at the expression of horror on her face. She reaches up and grabs them from me. “I’ve been dancing all night in those.” She exclaims.
“Next time I’ll let you dance on my face all night.” I mutter, grabbing her close to me and kissing her.
“I’m serious, Neve. I won’t let you go again.”
She grins, her lips curving into a smile against mine. “It’s ok. I don’t think I want to go.” She whispers.
“Are you serious? Don’t mess with me on this. It won’t turn out well.” I say.
“I’m serious, Celso. I - I think I’m ready to come back.”
“You still care about me? You want to be married to me?” I ask, worried she will say no, and that this is a trial .
Instead she wraps her arms around my neck and stands on her tip toes.
“I love you, asshole. I never stopped loving you I was - shocked. And angry. I might still be a little angry.” She sighs.
I chuckle and she tilts her head to the side, narrowing her eyes at me. “What’s funny about me being angry?” She asks.
“Well, if tonight is anything to go by - I think I might know how to sort you out whenever you get angry - and I think I might rather enjoy helping you let go of your anger.”
She giggles as her cheeks flush pink.
“I can’t complain about that—” She says, hiding her face against my chest.
I lift her chin and gaze into her eyes.
“I’ve missed you more than words can describe, Neve. I can’t be without you. I’m a wreck without you. I need you in my life, by my side. I want my entire future to be you .” I speak from the heart.
“I’m so scared you’ll get bored with me after you’ve realized I’m an ordinary girl - and you’ll forget about me.”
I pack up laughing because what she is suggesting is so ridiculously impossible I don’t know where to begin explain this to her.
“My angel - you are anything but ordinary. And you and I are about to spend a lifetime together, going on every adventure we can dream up, experiencing the world together, learning about each other and every moment of every day - we are going to grow closer and more inseparable.”
She smiles, a soft, beautiful smile that lights her eyes with glittering stars.
“I can’t wait.” She whispers.
“I love you, Neve. I always will.” I whisper back to her.
I lift her in my arms and carry her to bed. I underdress her slowly and she climbs beneath the blankets with me, her back curved against my chest. My arms locked around her, the scent of her hair on my pillow - everything is as it should be and for the first time in a very long time, I sleep deeply and peacefully .
In the morning Neve wakes up fresh and beautiful.
“No headache?” I ask, nuzzling my face into her neck with the blankets still wrapped warmly around us.
“No, and honestly, I’m surprised. Although it’s been a while since I drank anything, so I think I got tipsy off a minimal amount of shots.” She laughs.
“You were a little more than tipsy, my love.”
She huffs. “Don’t be so dramatic.” She laughs, turning around and nuzzling against my chest.
I sigh. I still have to ask.
“Last night, you were a little drunk, and I know that might have affected the choices you made. I need to ask you again?—”
“Yes.” She says, interrupting me.
“What?” I stammer, confused.
“Yes, Celso. I am madly in love with you. Yes, I want to move back in here. Yes, I want to spend the rest of my life with you and yes, I want to be married to you. ”
She grins, her gorgeous blue eyes looking at me with mischief. “Did I leave anything out? Because I can carry on.”
“Oh can you? What else?” I ask, smirking.
“Yes, you are the hottest guy I’ve ever seen in my life. Yes, when you touch me it’s like a drug, I can’t get enough of. Yes, you make me the happiest I’ve ever been in my life. Yes, your cock is—” I kiss her. She’s laughing against my lips as I press my mouth over hers and pull her body to lie on top of mine.
Our kiss grows deeper, more intimate and my heart tightens in my chest. When she tilts her head away, she is smiling with a more serious expression. “I mean it, Celso. I love you. I love you. All I want is to be with you. I tried to stay away. I was scared and worried about what you’d done, but I don’t care. None of it matters. I want to be with you.”
“That’s all I need to hear, my angel. I love you too. And all I want is you.”