Chapter 13 - Anton
My cock plunges into her tight little pussy and stretches her open like the monster it is. She screams as I thrust deep into her, growling dark warnings that I am not sure she can hear because she is so lost to the pleasure of my cock.
“I’ll never let you go,” I whisper in heated breath against her ear.
She cries out again as my cock pushes into her.
Her nails dig into my flesh. Her lips are parted and her breathing is heavy.
Water streams over her face and runs from her lips like a silver river as her hair sticks to the wall behind her and her body jolts with each thrust of my hips.
I watch everything. I watch her face, every flicker of her expression. I watch for her pleasure, for her desperation. I watch and I adjust each movement to lead her deeper into the overwhelming connection I feel between us.
Her legs are spread around me, and her tight little pussy is like a glove over my cock. Mine to wear. Mine to enjoy. Mine to fuck.
Her breasts bounce beautifully with each movement.
Her nipples are hard as water streams over them, over her body, running along the curves that make her so beautiful and then splashing between us.
I look down at her pussy, watching my cock push into her, and how when I pull out her pussy lips are wrapped around me, trying to pull me back into her.
I watch as I thrust in and listen to her beautifully erotic moans of pleasure.
Her tiny little pixie pussy spreading for my massive cock is something I could watch forever.
I drag my eyes up, over her body, over her breasts, taking in every inch of her perfection.
Looking up at her, I am caught in the beauty of her eyes, those pools of mystery and defiance. That sharp stare that leaves me wanting more every time. There is no defiance in them now. Only her…melting to my will, giving herself freely to me.
Reaching up, I wrap my hand around her throat and tighten my fingers just enough to claim her.
I hover my lips over hers and whisper, “You will never belong to anyone but me, Izabel.”
Then I lock my lips over hers and fuck her harder.
It shocks me how quickly she is shaking again, how quickly she is ready to come all over my cock. And when her muscles start tightening around my shaft, I tighten my fingers around her throat.
Her body responds as her legs begin to shake.
The closer she gets to orgasm, the closer I get, just watching her, just having her.
Suddenly, she gasps, and her lips part, and her breathing stops.
The second orgasm is more intense than the first. Her pussy locks around my cock, and all I can do is push deeper into her.
I explode inside her as she convulses around me.
Perfection.
Release.
As I lower her to the ground, our breathing is synced.
Her eyes are half-closed, and her lips are curled into a dazed smile.
The water is still hot, rushing over us, so I take the soap and begin to gently lather it over her skin and mine, letting our bodies rub together, letting the scent of pine mix with the steam.
She doesn’t speak, but she is receptive, reaching up to touch my face when I pull her back against my chest. Her lips don’t hesitate to part when I lean down to kiss her.
She is open to me.
After the shower, I dry her off, but I am reluctant to let this moment end.
Izabel is never vulnerable. She never lets me see this side of her. She has dropped her walls and allowed me inside her castle, and I want to stay here for as long as I can before she shuts me out again.
I scoop her into my arms and savor the soft giggle that spills from her lips.
“Where are you taking me?” she asks.
“To bed, to lie with me.”
She doesn’t argue, and I pull the covers back and set her, beautifully naked, beneath them.
I walk around to the other side of the bed, half expecting her to change her mind and leap up to run away, but she doesn’t, and when I climb beneath the covers too, she wiggles closer to me.
My heart somersaults. It clenches and releases and beats with uneven rhythm.
The unsteady pulse in my veins is something I am not used to. Something I’ve never felt before.
***
It’s getting late, and we’ve been talking for ages already.
I keep thinking, this is incredible, I don’t want this to end, why can’t it be like this always.
“So, if you could choose to live a different kind of life, would you?” she asks, looking up at me with those beautiful honey-brown eyes.
“If I could choose not to be in the mafia?” I repeat her question thoughtfully, scrunching my brows.
“That’s a tough one. The mafia is all I have ever known.
I’m sure there's a list of pros and cons somewhere, but I don’t know what they are, because I’ve never lived a normal life.
I don’t have anything to compare my life to. ”
“That’s a fair enough answer. Um…I guess I should reword it. Are you happy with your life?”
“Right in this moment, I’m thrilled,” I chuckle, pulling her a little closer.
She laughs, sweet and beautiful. “That answer is just avoiding my question altogether. How about this…” she scrunches her nose. I love it when she does that. She looks deep in thought, trying to figure out a way to ask me the same question.
Instead of letting her try again, I try to answer instead.
“In a way, asking me to choose between mafia and a normal life, whatever 'normal' might be…is asking me to conform. And if that is part of the question, if I have to conform to leave the mafia, then no, I wouldn’t be able to do it. Most people are satisfied with the mundane. They don’t want more than that. I wouldn’t be satisfied.
And it’s not about the house or the cars or the clothes.
It’s about the freedom. The freedom to do whatever I want, whenever I want. ”
“I wish I knew more about this freedom you’re so casually talking about,” she pouts sulkily.
Guilt throbs inside me. “I know, I haven’t exactly…”
“Oh, no, I don’t mean you specifically,” she rolls her eyes, “even though you did kidnap me. I mean my whole life. Overprotected and with my brother trying to control everything.”
I chuckle, letting out a sigh of relief. “It doesn’t seem like you’ve just accepted his rules, though. It seems like you make your own as you go along.”
“Oh, definitely. I wish Illyin could see that I’m actually doing pretty damn well taking care of myself and being smart about it,” she says thoughtfully.
“Until you got kidnapped. That just proved all his worries right,” I laugh, knowing I’m pushing my luck.
She rolls over and punches me playfully in my stomach. I clench my muscles and groan in fake agony.
“Ow,” she complains, rubbing her knuckles. “It’s like punching a solid wall.”
I pat my stomach with my hand. “An unbreakable force,” I say arrogantly.
She laughs and shakes her head. “You are insufferable,” she grins.
There is a moment of silence. Comfortable, quiet silence where I still have a smile traced over my face.
After a while, I speak from my heart. “I might choose to leave the mafia. It would depend on a number of things, the security of my financial future being one of those things. But a more important factor would be, am I going alone? Or do I get to take someone with me?”
“Who would you take?” she asks immediately.
I stare into her eyes as she looks up at me, filled with curiosity. I can’t tell her it would be her. I can’t spoil this intimate, but lighthearted evening with something so deep and intense.
“I’m not sure,” I shrug. “But I do know that the right company makes all the difference to the mood, to the adventure, to everything.”
This makes her nod vigorously. “That is something I wholeheartedly agree with.
“It must be weird having me staying with you,” she says quietly.
“How so?”
“Well, you are so used to being alone, to just getting on with your day without someone else to consider. Now, I’m here, and it’s like this whole other responsibility.”
I can sense she is talking around something else. Something else she wants to say or something she’s thinking but can’t put into words yet.
“Mm. No. It’s not weird. Different, yes, but not weird. And it doesn’t feel like a burden of responsibility or anything like that. I’m rather enjoying having my own little pixie to take care of.”
She narrows her eyes at me with a cheeky, challenging grin on her face.
“Stolen pixie,” she says, but without a trace of annoyance in her voice.
“Indeed. Stolen and locked in my castle. My own little treasure,” I smirk.
“Well, just be careful,” she warns me. “Pixies don’t tame easily.”
I stare at her for a moment, my entire soul caught in the glimmer in her eyes.
After a long time, I shake my head. “I don’t want a tame pixie,” I whisper. “Why would I want to take away the fire that makes a pixie so special in the first place?”
Izabel looks surprised by my remark. She frowns, then smiles softly.
My heart is beating faster than normal. But before the moment can become anything more than that, she lets out a long, tired yawn, including a tiny little squeal as she stretches her legs out in bed.
Then she snuggles right up against me again and closes her eyes.
I wait, my heart beating in a steady rhythm. Excited, enticed, eager to see if tomorrow will bring more of this closeness or something else.
Izabel’s breathing softens. Her body melts against mine.
I tilt my head down and kiss her forehead.
“Goodnight, little pixie,” I whisper too softly to disturb her.