Chapter 47
Ariel
My heart ached and the world seemed to slow down around us as I helped Guilia pack her bags.
The memory of how excited I was when she arrived here in Seattle and how we promised to have so much fun was still fresh in my mind so it was sad that she had to leave hurriedly like this.
I was more bittered by the fact that this was my doing, but if it involved helping her, I’d do it over and over again.
“I’m sorry, Guilia,” Another apology swept through my lips for the umpteenth time.
She nodded slowly and shrugged. “I won’t admit that I don’t feel disappointed by what you did but I’m still grateful that you’re doing what I can’t do for myself. It’s apparent that Vladimir will continue to hurt me if I don’t stay away, but I can’t help it,” She confessed; her shoulders drooped in resignation.
“Will you see him tonight before you leave?” I asked gently.
She bit her lower lip and rested her head against the window pane, her gaze trained on the bright clouds that hovered over the sky.
My heart went out to her and without thinking, my legs moved on their own accord toward her.
No words were said, only a heartfelt embrace was needed. We might not be seeing each other any time soon and I didn’t want to think of how sad that made me feel.
“I want to be alone for sometime,”
“Alright,” I agreed reluctantly and stirred away from her. “You can knock on my door whenever you need me,”
She didn’t reply even after I closed the door behind me. My steps were slow-paced and my mind was preoccupied. I was so distracted that I didn’t know when I bumped into him, Dmitri.
His arm instinctively snaked around my waist before I could lose my footing and with his thumb under my chin, he raised my face so our eyes could meet.
“What’s wrong?” He asked in the gentlest tone ever.
That tone was enough to crack the walls that held my dam of tears from breaking free. Tears poured down my cheeks in heavy torrents as he led me into our room, silent and worried.
The little sobs transcended into a loud bawl and I cried my heart out until there was no strength left to produce even a single tear.
I felt his warm hand on my back, caressing it softly. “You’re missing her already?”
“Yes,” I admitted, my voice cracked. “I know that you’re the Capo and your word is final but does she have to leave?” I stared at him expectantly.
“Sadly, this is the only way. My brother will be getting married and it’s not to her. Don’t you think it will be hard on her if she continues to stay here knowing that the man she likes is never going to be with her?”
He handed a tissue to me and I dabbed my eyes while making sense of the issue. He was right. After what happened with Raphael, I wasn’t sure Guilia will be fine with Vladimir’s engagement.
“This is crazy,” I muttered, standing up to trash the tissue.
“I know, but do you want to know what is crazier?”
He crowded the space behind me, his arms circled on my waist with his hard length poking at my ass. Something like this had never felt so intimate.
A nervous gasp worked past my mouth and I shivered, imagining the numerous things that could happen right now as we stood by the window.
“What is?” My words came out as a whisper; my heart thumped hard against my chest.
“It’s me standing here and consoling you when I should be working,” His tone had a playful note to it.
The strains of sadness had eased off and another feeling replaced it. “Oh, so you prefer working to being with a woman who can attend to your needs?” I teased him.
“Ariel,” He groaned and that spiked the feeling of pleasure he had just ignited within me.
I spun around and allowed my fingers to wander aimlessly till it reached his cock. And then I undid his belt and wrapped my fingers around his huge length. “You are… Hard,”
The worried look on his face vanished and his eyes darkened with lust. “Who taught you all these things? You’re supposed to be a virgin,”
“And I want you to change it. I want it so badly,”
It was the truth. I yearned for this closeness, his touch and even dreamt of his lips giving me the hardest orgasm I’d ever had so desperately it was turning into an obsession.
Or was it how I missed him each time he was away and how jealous I’d get whenever I remembered that he could run into his slimy bitch of a mistress?
Maybe he could fuck these stupid feelings out of my system and my sanity would return. But then, he didn’t even seem to be ready.
“You this impatient brat. Will you be able to handle me when I finally take you?”
I ran my tongue over my lip, ensuring that it was seductive and then I began to play with the buttons of his shirt. “How will you know if you don’t try?”
The next thing that happened made the blood in my veins to roar. He swept me off my feet and threw me onto the bed with reckless abandon.
I was always against being manhandled, but with him it was different.
“You’re always tempting me, kitten,” His voice dropped to a lower crescendo as he towered over me.
“Then do as I want,” My eyes lingered on his hard dick that twitched when I touched it again. “I want to feel this inside of me,”
“And you will, but not today, baby. You are my wife and I don’t want our first sex to be hurried,” I rolled my eyes and looked away. “But I’m going to make it up to you right now,”
My heart raced in anticipation and I fixed him a dreamy look. “How?” I bit my lip.
He climbed down the bed and went to his drawer. I tried to get down as well but he stopped me. “Stay right there,”
He produced a bag from drawer and opened it, some rubber toys falling off it.
“What are these?” I asked ignorantly.
“Sex toys,” He replied bluntly, but his eyes were anything but curt. They were burning with an insatiable craving that was only meant for me.
My pussy hummed with need at the mention of the toys even though I had no idea about how to use them. “And what are we going to do with them?”
“I’ll show you,” His expression became serious.