Chapter Ten
Clarissa stared down at her cell phone, hoping it would ring and that Tatiana had just gone to a hotel. There was no sign of her.
Lorenzo had no choice but to leave, to deal with the security cameras, and see where Tatiana could have possibly been traveling.
As her cell phone rang, she actually dropped it on the floor, as she hadn’t been expecting it. Reaching down into her fluffy carpet, as she was in her sewing room, she turned the device over to see Liana’s name on the screen.
“Hey,” Clarissa said.
“Hey, I was wondering if you’d heard anything?”
“Nothing. Not a single thing, and Lorenzo’s out, checking to see if she came through, or if she went via train. Do you think she’s okay?”
“I can only hope she’s okay right now. I can’t believe she ran. I mean, it makes no sense.”
“She told me she tried with Emilio, and after all the lies, she doesn’t know what truth is anymore.”
Liana sighed. “I spoke to Mia, and she hasn’t heard anything either.”
“Will Tatiana be in trouble if she’s, well, you know, run away?”
“I honestly don’t know. If they find her, I think it will all be okay,” Liana said. “How are you? How is everything with you?”
“Oh, it’s good, like, really good. I think.”
“That’s good,” Liana said with a giggle.
Clarissa joined her. “We’re actually talking and while he’s busy right now, I do miss him.”
“That is good news,” Liana said.
She looked straight ahead at the suit that was nearly complete. She’d been in her sewing room, looking across the room, wondering if she should sew on the final button. Once that was done, it was complete.
“How are you and Diego?”
“He’s dealing with business, so I’m watching over our son right now, and he’s sleeping.”
That explained the hushed tones.
“And motherhood, how is that?” Clarissa asked.
“It’s awesome,” Liana said. “Giving birth, not so much. I don’t know who told women that the moment the baby was put in your arms, you’d feel nothing, but they don’t know what they’re talking about. My vagina didn’t magically take a painkiller.”
Clarissa laughed. “But you love your son.”
“Yeah, I love my son. How are things with you and Lorenzo on that score? I mean, you don’t have to tell me anything if you don’t want to.”
“We’re getting to know each other a little more, and it’s really good. It’s nothing like the wedding night, or the months after.”
“Months after? Did he, like ... force you?” Liana asked.
She didn’t like hearing the judgey sound from her friend and immediately attempted to put her at ease.
“No, no, it’s nothing like that. Nothing like that at all.
It’s just, uh, how do I put this? It wasn’t necessarily painful, but it also wasn’t good.
I’m not doing well at describing this.” She winced and rubbed at her temple.
“I don’t know, I think we’ve been able to talk more, and it has helped with our communication.
That is what is different.” She tried to smile, but talking about this stuff, even with her friend, was so hard.
Liana laughed. “I’m sorry. I just thought you’d want someone to talk to.”
“I do, I mean, of course I do. I just, I’m not used to this.”
“Is your face like bright red right now?”
Clarissa laughed, and there was no need to look in the mirror. One touch to her face, and she knew it was bright red, as it was already hot to the touch.
“So, you guys talk about everything.”
“I’m going to hang up now.”
“If you get any news or if Tatiana calls you, let me know.”
“Will do.”
“Love you, Clarissa,” Liana said.
“Love you too.”
She and her sister used to say that to one another all the time.
At the sound of a throat clearing, she looked up to see Lorenzo in the doorway of her sewing room.
“Hey,” she said, getting to her feet. “Do you have any news?”
“She didn’t come through my sector, however, Emilio called us all.
Tatiana drugged her guard and made her escape.
He’s got security footage of her moments before getting on the train.
Apparently, she’s on her cell phone prior, which I’m assuming is the call to you.
Afterward, she dropped her cell phone in the trash and stepped onto the train. ”
“Wow,” Clarissa said.
“Yeah, right now, he’s trying to figure everything out, because it turns out, on that day, the trains had messed up and were not running exactly on time, so the train schedule was not accurate.”
“Okay,” Clarissa said. “And she didn’t mention anything to me as to where she was going or why.”
He shrugged. “There’s not much more we can do.” He took a step into the room, then another and sunk down when he was close, and put his hands on her knee. “How are you?”
“I’m good. Did you hear some of my conversation?”
“It was pretty hard not to.”
Clarissa hesitated as she reached out, but Lorenzo took her hand and placed it on his cheek, which was exactly where she was heading to touch him.
“You can always touch me, Clarissa. I’m your husband.”
She stared into his eyes. “I know we didn’t have the best start.”
“I should have known to talk to you, Clarissa. But you’re always so quiet.”
She couldn’t help but smile at that. “Did you know there was a time I wasn’t?”
“Before your sister’s death?”
“Isabella.” She spoke her name, and it didn’t hurt, and she let out a little breath, as it felt like the scariest thing to do.
“You struggle to say her name.”
“It hurts to say her name. I miss her so much. She would have made you a great wife.”
Lorenzo put his hands over hers. “There’s no one else I want, Clarissa. You’re the wife I want.” He pulled her in close.
“But she was amazing and beautiful.”
“You’re my wife. You’re who I come home to. There is no one else.”
“But if she had lived?” Clarissa asked.
“Then I might have ended up married to her, but you know what might have happened?” he asked.
“What?”
“I might have met her feisty sister who stole my breath away at the wedding, and I might have refused to marry her, because I’d wait until the sister was of age.”
Clarissa laughed. “You wouldn’t have done that.”
He kissed her lips. “You don’t know that, and neither do I. We need to stop dwelling on the what ifs. I’m so sorry your sister is not alive—for you, not for me. I don’t believe I got a raw deal here, Clarissa. I believe I won the jackpot.”
“You certainly know what to say,” she said.
She dropped her hands down toward his shoulders, and she was just going to hug him, only she didn’t stop at his shoulders.
Instead, she started to work her hands around the front, and then she teased the front of his shirt.
She just fingered the button. Then, she couldn’t help but loosen it.
She went to the next button, and one by one, she started to loosen them until there was nothing left, and his shirt was open.
He’d already removed his jacket before entering her sewing room. Once the shirt was open, she put her hands at his abdomen, and slowly spread them up, wrapping her arms around his neck, and he sunk down, his lips within touching distance.
She kissed him and couldn’t help but moan as he was so close to her, and she didn’t want to let him go. Lorenzo put his hands at her waist, and she felt completely lost. His touch was setting her on fire, her need getting higher with every passing second.
She wore a shirt and pair of pants, and he quickly swiped them off her body. She was more than happy for him to do that.
Clarissa reached for the belt of his pants and started to tug at it, and he moved her hands out of the way, and with expert precision, without jerking motions, he loosened the belt of his pants, then they were on the floor. He’d already kicked off his shoes.
She was in lingerie. He was in boxer briefs. There was a small distance between the two of them, and Clarissa couldn’t help throwing herself into his arms, wrapping hers around his neck, pressing their bodies flush together.
The moment his mouth was on hers, she needed him in a way she hadn’t needed anyone else.
****
Lorenzo knew in the early months of his marriage, he fucked up terribly.
There were no other words for how bad he’d been as a husband.
At first, after all the husbands discovered their wives heard their little rant, he’d regretted it.
Only now, over a year later, it felt like the best thing they had ever done.
He never wanted to hurt Clarissa, but that was what needed to happen to move past what was making their marriage miserable. Even though their marriage had been arranged, he didn’t want to be miserable. He wanted to be happy. And now he was, with Clarissa. His love for her wasn’t going away.
Wrapping his arms around her, he couldn’t get enough of feeling her. He ran his hands all over her. Whenever he could touch her, he took the chance.
Cupping her ass, he pulled her in close so she felt how aroused he was.
His cock was rock-hard, and he growled against her neck.
Another moan filled the air of the sewing room, and he took her to the rug on the floor.
The moment she was on her back, he reached for the catch at the front of her bra and flicked it open.
He cupped her tits, and Clarissa helped him remove the last of the bra.
Then he began licking and sucking at her nipples, because there was nothing else he wanted other than to take those large red buds into his mouth.
He bit down on them, sucking them hard into his mouth.
She arched up against him, and he let one tit go, but went to the other, and with his free hand, he massaged the tit he no longer had in his mouth.
With the other, he sucked on the nipple, using teeth, hearing her gasp in the right way so he knew it was turning her on.
Letting go of that nipple, he didn’t move on, but he sunk his hand down to cup her between the apex of her thighs.
She whimpered and even through her panties, he felt how wet she was for him.
Lorenzo slid a finger beneath the silk, grabbed the fabric of the panties, and couldn’t resist as he tugged, tearing through them so there was nothing on her body.
He tossed them to the side, and the only reason he was happy to tear these panties was that they were purchased by him.
If she’d made them, he wouldn’t have been so easy to destroy her hard work.
With the panties now out of the way, he put his hand between her thighs and pressed a single finger through her slit, which made her gasp, then arch up just a little. A small moan escaped her lips as well.
He moved between her breasts, and licked and sucked at each hard peak before kissing down her body.
“Don’t you want to go to the bedroom?” she asked.
“No, I want you to have some good memories of me inside this room.” He kissed her stomach and spread her legs, staring down at her perfect cunt.
He stroked his fingers through the fine hairs of her pussy, and then opened the slit to see her swollen clit.
“And I want you to get soaking wet as you imagine me here and what I can do to you.” He stopped talking long enough to spread the lips of her sex and start to run his tongue down the valley of her pussy.
He stroked his tongue around her clit, gliding back and forth, then taking that clit into his mouth and sucking it.
She cried out and arched against him. He reached out and grabbed her wrists, pinning them against the floor so she was completely at his mercy. She had no choice but to give herself over to him.
Another moan and he dipped his tongue down so he could start to fuck her with it, and she wriggled on his face. He brought his tongue back up and started to stroke across her clit. He licked and sucked, feeling the change within her.
Lorenzo let go of her wrists and shoved his hands beneath her ass, gripping her tightly as he started to ravish her pussy.
He didn’t hold back, and as she went right over the edge, he was more than happy to keep her at the precipice of pleasure for as long as she could handle it.
Only when she couldn’t take much more did he stop, but he couldn’t help but press a single kiss to her clit.
The moment he did, he knew he wasn’t finished with her yet.
Flipping her over, he had her on her knees, and she didn’t argue with him but followed his lead.
He loved this new level of trust she was starting to show him. It drove him wild.
Spreading the cheeks of her ass, he looked at her tiny, puckered asshole, but he was more interested in her pussy.
He still wore his boxer briefs, and he shoved them down his thighs as his cock sprang forward. He wrapped his fingers around the length and worked from the tip down to the base, then back up again.
Lining the tip of his dick to her entrance, he started to work inside her.
Inch by inch, he glided inside her, sinking deep, and she cried out, moaning as he sunk inside her tight heat.
As soon as he was halfway inside her, he let go of his dick, put his hands on her hips, and started to pull her back against him so he was seated to the hilt within her.
She released another of those soft, subtle moans, and he tightened his hold on her and slammed the last inch inside her.
Clarissa cried out, but there was no pain, just pleasure.
He gave her a few moments to get used to the feel of him deep inside her.
There was no way he was going to push her to that edge.
Her pussy fluttered around his cock, and he gritted his teeth, trying to hold onto whatever sanity he had left, which didn’t feel like a lot. His mind was completely blown. But he found some respite as Clarissa started to wriggle on his length.
“Do you like that, baby?” he asked. She let out a moan, which he could only assume was her agreeing.
He gave Clarissa the chance to wriggle on his length, working her ass over his dick. There was only so much he could take, so he grabbed her hips and pulled her back, working his cock into her pussy.
It wasn’t enough. He needed more.
Letting go of her hips, he reached up, grabbed her shoulders, and lifted her up, so she was in his arms, and there was no chance of her letting go. He held her close and wrapped his arms around her.
Clarissa turned her head, and he cupped her face, kissing her. At the same time, he pumped his cock inside her. With his other hand, he crossed it over her body, cupping one of her tits as he started to thrust inside her. He wanted to consume every single part of her, and not let a moment go.
He held her tightly. And he was close. It shocked him how close he was, but he didn’t hold back. The moment she took him to the edge, he fell into oblivion and kissed her as he spilled his seed into her waiting pussy.
There was no one else he wanted more.