Chapter 26
Chapter Twenty-Six
Lilly
I look out to the garden watching Rosie play with Skye, Mimi’s little girl.
They’re chasing each other and laughing. Rosie looks happy, happier than I’ve ever seen her.
Mimi arrived ten minutes ago to see me. I shouldn’t have been surprised but I was.
I was surprised to see her and embarrassed.
We’ve just sat together on the terrace with the cookies she brought with her.
It’s been so long that I’ve sat with someone I could call a friend and feel relaxed in any capacity to talk. when we met at the coffeehouse I wasn’t really in any state. I’m hardly in any state now but she’s here and she’s here because she cares.
“The cookies are the ice breaker,” Mimi says waving her hand over the assortment of delicious cookies.
She made them herself and they smell truly divine.
“Consider it my way of showing you that I really do come in peace and I was genuinely worried about you. Behold I have even asked my crazy grandmother to babysit my little Jack, so we could talk.”
“Thank you, it means a lot that you came to see me,” I answer.
“You’re very welcome. How are you feeling?”
“Better, but fragile. Very fragile and scared.” I’m going to be off for the next two weeks to heel. I hope I can feel better in that time.
“Lilly… Christian hasn’t really told me anything so please don’t think that my presence means everyone’s talking about you.
I know bare minimum as in I know you were attacked where you live, but that’s it.
It’s enough and I’ve been around a long time to put a few things together and complete a puzzle. ”
“I guess I’ve been a mystery.”
“The offer still stands to talk when you need to. Unless if you don’t. The boys asked me to take care of the girls at the club. It was my first job. I was too young to even be in the club, but they took me everywhere they went and wherever my boy was I wasn’t too far behind.”
I smile at that. The way she talks about Salvatore is nice.
It’s heartwarming and you can see they love each other.
She’s been with him for so long and they’re married with kids.
When I first met her I wondered how she could be so happy being married to a mobster, but she is. She wasn’t with a man like Miguel.
“You do take care of the girls. Mimi. They picked right when they asked you.”
“I used to think they were just being lazy, but then I realized it wasn’t that. It’s because it’s not a job to me. It’s who I am. How I am. so please believe me when I say I genuinely wanted to help.”
I believe her. “Thanks.”
“You don’t have much family around do you?” she says.
“no one. There is just me and Rosie. We…” I stop for a second and think of how to proceed. I was always careful when talking about anything linking back to Colombia but maybe to move forward I have to let go of the past.
I know she would have done her various employment and personal checks on me and known that I was married and went back to my maiden name. I’d explained that my husband died and nothing was elaborated on, although I could tell she wanted to ask.
“Rosie’s father wasn’t the best of people. We came back here to start afresh after his death. I feel like I just did everything wrong. All the wrong way.”
“I don’t think you did. I think you did what you could, and I don’t think things are as bad as what you think. Is there anything I can do now?”
I shake my head. “No, I’m better.”
“Are you um… coming back to the club.”
“Yeah, I’m going to.”
“Well just a warning, Giordano men can be really possessive, but they’re the best. I think you’re in good hands.” she nods and I smile accepting her words as truth.
She raises a cookie like she’s doing a toast.
“To the future. I hope to see you dancing in some show put together by the Aurora and really get to know you,” She says and smiles when I lift a cookie too.
“To the future. I would love to have the future you described and dance with the Aurora. It would be nice to have my friend there watching me.”
She looks happy to be called my friend.
We spend the rest of the afternoon talking and she leaves with Skye just before dinner time.
Vera makes dinner and Rosie and I eat, but I’m aware that Christian isn’t back yet and I’m not sure where he is.
I have his number now so I could call him, but I know not to do that.
Relief washes over me when he walks in a little after ten.
Rosie fell asleep a long time ago and I took my post in the living room with a few women’s mags Mimi brought over.
He walks up to me without saying hello and just picks me up from the sofa and kisses me. Stealing my breath away and my mind too. it’s the first time we’ve kissed since I’ve been here.
“Rosie asleep?” he asks pausing the kiss.
“Good, I need to fuck you and I need to shower. Let’s kill two birds with one stone. You haven’t seen my room yet.”
The crackle of hot, raw energy that passes between us awakens my body. There is nothing to do here besides say yes. I want him, and my body has missed him.
“Okay,” I answer and he gives me that cocky smile that curls my toes.
Lifting me, he hoists me over his shoulder, carrying me caveman style so he can squeeze my ass.
“I want this ass, Lilly,” he says landing a heavy hand across my cheeks. The jolt makes me wet instantly.
We walk up the stairs and instead of going left to the room Rosie and I have been staying for the last three days we go right and the it’s clear the room we walk into is the master bedroom. It’s also clear it’s his.
It’s massive and decorated in dark mahogany furniture.
A king sized bed sits in the center. What would make me question whether or not it’s his is the bookcase unit across with an assortment of books on computers and artificial intelligence.
There are a number of books on Advance calculus and technological books that look like they should be in a library.
My mouth actually falls open and I realize Christian Giordano is a man of mystery and wonder.
That’s all I get to see because he marches me inside the Ensuite bathroom that looks exactly like walking into a health spa.
There’s a walk in shower that also has a seated area at the end with a wall unit of soaps and other toiletries.
What I love though is the bath set in the center.
It’s one of those old fashion baths that stands on little golden legs.
The man walks straight over to the shower and sets me down fully clothed.
I lean against the wall and watch him pull his shirt from the waistband of his pants.
The sexual hunger in his bright brown eyes stirs to life need in the pit of my belly. He backs off his shirt, shrugs out of his pants and boxers kicking everything to the side revealing all his glory. His cock is fully erect and straining toward me.
Christian steps in the shower and plants his hands either side of me.
“We’re in for a long night, hope you had enough rest today,” he says leaning close.
“I rested.”
“Good girl. Now the order of the evening is this. You. Me. Fucking. Are you ready?”
I answer him with a kiss. I have control for a few seconds, but he steals it back from me by nibbling on the edge of my bottom lip. He tugs and I feel the wildness pulling from deep within.
Christian chuckles and the rumble vibrates against my hands pressed up against his hard chest.
He pulls on my little top and takes it off, my shorts come off next. When he gets to my panties he stops and cups my sex, rubbing over the cotton which is already wet with my arousal. A wide smile lifts the corners of his sensual lips when he realizes I’m wet and ready for him.
“You’re so perfect Lilly, always ready for me to fuck you. Always knowing I’m the master and owner of this pussy.”
His words make me wetter. He pulls down my panties, takes off my bra then turns on the shower head so it sprinkles over us.
I smile when he takes a step back and looks me over.
“What are you doing?”
“Checking you out baby. Committing your perfect, fine body to memory.”
He runs his fingers over the tight peaks of my nipples and bends his head down to taste me.
“I haven’t sucked these juicy titties all week.”
Convulsive waves grip me when his hot mouth covers over my left nipple and he starts a savage suckle. Sucking hard and nibbling on the tips. He moves from one breast to the other and I hold on to him to keep a firm grip so I don’t fall over.
I moan and press against the granite walls of the shower when he starts to feast on me.
his mouth on my nipples is mind blowing.
But like always, this man has proven to know exactly what I want and what my body needs.
When he pushes two fingers into my pussy and starts finger fucking me hard I come.
I come so hard I cry out. The sound fills the room and he continues his feasting and the assault of my pussy with his fingers until I’m there again.
Moments later I come again, coming undone in his arms.
He pulls his fingers out of me and licks off my juices. Before he can reach for me again I beat him to it and run my fingers over his cock.
The pleasure filled look on his face elates me. There’s a triumph in knowing I can give a man like him pleasure like I am now.
He grows harder in my hands and harder as I rub up and down his length. It feel different to when I first did this for him. He feels different to me. Like he’s mine. He feels like he could actually be mine. As I touch him I allow the indulgence to filter into my mind.
He feels so hard and I can see he’s straining for releases from the bead of precum that’s leaked out of the fat head.
“Oh God… fucking hell Lilly, you are so perfect. That feels so fucking good,” he groans.
“I want to suck your cock,” I say, anxious to taste him.
“You can suck my cock anytime you want, Angel.” he answers and the dimples come out when he winks at me.
I get to my knees, kneeling before him and smile up at him as I lick the cum from the head and swallow it.
“Fuck yeah,” he groans.
I grip the base of his length, lower my head, and take his cock right into my mouth. I moan at the feel of his length and thickness and swirl my tongue over the tight skin of his shaft.
He tastes amazing and I want to take full advantage of what I can give him, and the fact that right now in these moments when we’re like this, it’s all about him and me. Nothing else matters.
When I start sucking and bobbing my head up and down he thrusts into my mouth, fucking my face.
Desperate to give him the same pleasure he always gives me I take him deeper and deeper into my mouth until I’m deep throating him. I watch his face, loving his reaction. The expression on his face turns from pleasure to a fight to keep control.
“Baby, I need you now. Don’t rob me of finishing inside you,” he groans and reaches for me.
I stand and he turns me to face the wall. I press my hands against the surface while he grabs my hips and slams into me, skipping past easing in.
He just holds me and starts to fuck, driving in deep, hard, sure. Owning my body recklessly and ruthlessly.
I gasp and groan, holding on to the wall as he takes me. An orgasm as ruthless as him claws through my body and sets my soul on fire. This is the third time that I’ve come and he’s still hard inside me fucking me mindless. Senseless.
His fingers flutter over the tight rosette of my asshole and I still, glancing back at him. The wicked smile on his face matches the wild feeling that surges through me when he pushes one finger into my ass while he’s driving into me. It feels amazing.
“Lilly, fuck, please let me fuck you here. You’re so tight and fucking perfect.”
I can’t say no, not when his fingers feel so good. How would his cock feel? I’ve never done that before. it’s something I’ll have to remember as doing with him.
“Fuck me,” I moan and he pulls out of my pussy.
He uses my juices to coat the passage of my ass, rubbing over the rosette. Then the fat head of his cock pushes through. He’s gentle, but I can tell he’s trying not to let loose and hurt me.
In he goes and deeper. My mouth falls open and a white wall of heat rushed over my skin. It’s a strange feeling but the blast of pleasure reminds me of the pleasure I felt when he first tied me up.
Holy fuck. I gasp, unable to keep myself together when he pushes deeper. Buried to the hilt he moves inside me.
The two of us cry out from the maddening pleasure. He starts to fuck me and it feels amazing. He feels amazing.
His cock hardens inside me as his release comes and orgasm number four claims me.
To say that was intense is an understatement. It was more. Every time he touches me it just becomes more. More than what it’s supposed to be. Just like how I’m feeling about him.
He pulls out and scoops me over so that I turn to face him. I settle against the corded muscles of his chest, press my head against his taut skin and feel the rapid rhythm of his heart.
“I want more,” he whispers into my ear.
I look up at him and smile. “I want more too.”
“We should have more.”
We do.