Elsa
I pull away from the kiss when sense knocks into my head. What am I doing?
Marcello doesn’t even bother letting me go. He captures my mouth, sucking my lips, wet hot., possessive lips claiming mine. Only Heavens can save me now!
I am lost in this kiss. He kisses so well. I can’t remember anyone who kissed me this good. Not even my dickhead ex-boyfriend.
We are out of breath when he finally lets me go. My dress is hitched up so high my ass is bare on the desk, only saved by my panties.
He pulls away and stands a good distance from me. His eyes scan my bare thighs and I don’t even try to pull down my dress. He did this. And I didn’t even bother stopping him.
I lost all sense of judgment when I felt him pressing his erection on my crotch. God! I want him. I want him on me and inside me. I haven’t had sex in a long while and now my sex-crazed self has been aroused. I try hard not to stare at the bulge on his crotch.
Marcello rakes his fingers through his hair and puts his hands on his waist.
“Elsa, you should go get yourself ready for dinner. I am going to go freshen up,” he says, his voice laced with something dark that I can not fathom.
Yes, of course. What was I thinking was going to happen? He has a woman in his life whom he can fuck at any hour of the day if he wished to. Is he going to call her in tonight?
Who cares if he does? That is his own damn business!
I storm past him, feeling enraged out of nowhere. I hate that bastard!
I can’t stop thinking about him in the shower and the urge to touch myself is irresistible. I end up finishing myself off cursing Marcello for starting what he was never going to finish.
I make it to dinner but I can’t keep a straight face. Marcello is as composed as ever. He keeps a light conversation with his aunt about the vegetable garden on the estate. She is suggesting some vegetable seeds she was told about by her friend. She wants to plant them, and Marcello sounds very supportive.
I prefer the times when Elvira joins us at the table because the atmosphere is always light and less awkward. After all, Marcello gives me less attention. I don’t like it when he forces me to eat and clear my plate.
When I am done eating, I excuse myself to my bedroom and Marcello only nods to let me go without even looking at me. I didn’t know what to expect but I didn’t like that. By the time I make it back to my bedroom, I want to blow up into screams of frustration.
What happened tonight was a mistake, and I have to make sure it doesn’t happen again. I can’t let him keep getting his hands on my body. My body is already corrupted by him and I can’t trust myself anymore. I just have to make sure this doesn’t happen again.
***
The following day is a sunny Saturday. I spend the whole morning in the flower garden, helping Vittoria water the flowers and preparing new nursery beds. She is a sweet old lady with pure grey hair. She is very forthcoming but doesn’t ask about my being here. I wonder if they are just used to their master capturing girls who keep coming and going. The word might have already spread among the staff members of the estate.
I didn’t have breakfast with Marcello. I don’t have breakfast with him on some days because he goes to work very early or doesn’t sleep at home on others. I can’t be sure of which this time. I can’t bring myself to ask anyone about his whereabouts because they also look to be in the same darkness I am in. Elvira told me last time that she hardly ever knows where he is because he is very mobile and sometimes he doesn’t want to let people know of some of his destinations because they are confidential.
I don’t see him the whole day and the whole night ends like that. I try to get myself so busy that I don’t get to think about him but it’s inevitable.
Sunday night, I have lost it. I might not be in a position to know about his whereabouts but at least let me know that you won’t be around. I got this from Dominico after running into him in the backyard of the house. I was overwhelmed by the fact that the estate has a swimming pool. This place is a vacation home.
Dominico said that he had from the security staff that Marcello was not in the country and he might not be back soon.
What if he gets killed from wherever he is? He is not the safest. He has a bunch of enemies, Federico included. Being successful in the Mafia is as good as it is bad. It is just a group of criminals who are breaking all the laws of the government: murdering people like insects, trading the most dangerous drugs, handling illegal businesses, kidnapping girls, and all sorts of shenanigans, you earn insane amounts of money which gives them the power to wrap the whole world around their fingers.
It is half past midnight on the radio clock on the bedside table and I have failed to fall asleep. I am halfway through an Erotica and trust me it isn’t doing me any good. I have given up on waiting for Marcello because he might not even be planning to come tomorrow. I have ruled out the possibility of his murder because we would already be in the know.
However, I can’t stop thinking about what would happen next if he is killed. Obviously, I would get out of here because I don’t belong here without him. I would cry. Maybe that’s an understatement of the fact that I would cry my lungs out because Marcello has kinder got under my skin. I have started believing that he is doing this for my safety. I have come to feel safe in his assurance. I don’t believe him completely either. He gives me enough reason to doubt him.
The door clicks open. I jump awake. the room is dark except for the bedside lamp that I am using to read.
Even in the darkness, I can tell that it’s Marcello, judging from the outline of his frame. He puts on the lights. I have to blink twice to adjust to the brightness.
“What are you doing at this time of the night?” his brooding voice makes the hairs of my skin rise.
He is here! Shit! I was in the middle of wondering about his murder.
He looks so beautiful us a three-piece black suit. His hair is combed back perfectly like he just dressed up for work. I have the strongest urge to jump onto him to really feel his presence.
His eyes land on the novel behind me.
“I should have known,” he says, then he is looking at me. I am half-naked. Only in an oversized t-shirt and panties. I am very aware of my nakedness at this moment.
“You are just coming back home at this time?” I ask.
“Yes, I just landed in Palermo about thirty minutes ago. I had to come to check if you are still around,” he responds, his voice firm though he looks exhausted.
He expected me to escape. I didn’t even think about it the whole day yesterday.
“I wish it was that easy to not be around, Marcello,” I tell him.
He chuckles.
“I am glad I made it impossible. It is good to come back home to you half naked and sleepless,” he says, his eyes fixed on my shamelessly protruding nipples through the t-shirt. I think I blushed.
“Where were you?”
“Away for business. Did I worry you?” he raises a coy eyebrow at me.
Yes, you did!
“I thought you had been killed.”
“You must have thought that much about me, Bella. No one can kill me. At least not yet. I am still around. You missed me?”
“Yes,” before I even think it through.
A wild grin spreads on his face.
He unbuttons the jacket and pulls it off. His eyes fixed on mine. He crawls onto the bed. He pulls my cheeks in his hands, pulling my face to his. His lips smash onto mine in a hungry kiss. Sucking my lips like he has craved this and his life depends on it. His tongue invades my mouth, swirling over and entangling mine, sucking my soul into oblivion. I groan into his mouth, pleasure overtaking my body, breaking me into pieces.
He lifts me by my ass off the bed and I wrap my legs around his waist. He places me back onto the bed with my back flat onto the bed and continues to eat my mouth feverishly