I’m having Rafa take her to a shop to buy Gabe a half-birthday present and two soldiers have been instructed to follow Rafa and Gabriela. I won’t take any chances with her, but I wouldn’t leave him in Sicily either.
If it were anyone else, I would already have taken care of it. I wouldn’t ask any more questions. But Rafa, he’s been a brother to me. We grew up together. He stood by my side during my family’s fall. And I don’t like questioning his loyalty.
“I’m ready,” Gabriela says when I walk out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around my hips, still dripping from my shower.
She’s beaming.
I haven’t seen her this happy in, well, I’ve never seen her this happy.
I go to her, take her arms and tug her to me. “The shops haven’t even opened yet,” I tell her, looking her over. She’s wearing a light pink halter dress that comes to just above her knees and a pair of flat sandals. “You look good, Gabriela.”
Her gaze slides down to my bare chest, to the tattoo over my heart. Her fingertips brush over the skin there.
“Did it hurt?”
I shrug.
She slides her fingers lower to the thick scar tissue. “How about this one?”
“That one did. But I needed it.”
She looks up at me. “What do you mean?”
“It taught me a valuable lesson.” I kiss her.
“What lesson?”
I smile, kiss her again, turn her around and lift her hair to untie the bow that’s keeping the dress up.
“Stefan,” she starts, glancing over her shoulder at me. “We don’t have time.”
“We have time,” I say, turning her to face me and kissing her. “And I want to take my time.”
She’s not wearing a bra and I cup one breast while walking her backward to the bed. I don’t put her on it though. Instead, when her knees hit it, I put one hand to her shoulder and push her to kneel.
She looks up at me with those pretty, huge eyes. Innocent eyes.
I think how I’m going to dirty her.
Leaning down, I kiss her mouth, dropping my towel as I do. I weave my fingers into her hair and tug her head backward.
“I owe you a lesson,” I whisper. “I promised to teach you how to suck my cock.”
I draw back, straighten and look down at her, at those greedy eyes she’s unable to keep from my dick, at her hungry little tongue that darts out to lick her lips.
“Open, baby,” I say. “And kiss my cock.” She obeys, first licking precum off before kissing the head then taking me into her mouth.
That’s not going to be enough for me today though.
I grin, lean into her so the bed supports the back of her head. I guide myself deeper.
“I’m going to need a little more, sweetheart,” I say, sliding in and out slowly, feeling the warm, soft, wet mouth, seeing the panic in her eyes as I tilt her head back to go deeper.
Her hands come to my thighs and tears form at the corners of her eyes.
I hold there. Watch her like this.
“Do you trust me?” I ask, drawing back just a little, just enough for her to catch a breath before pushing in again, deeper this time, touching the back of her throat. “Do you?” I pull out, force her head back. “Do you trust me, Gabriela?”
She considers for a long minute and fuck my timing. I want to be back inside her. Back inside her warm, hot little mouth.
Finally, she nods.
I smile, slide my cock in again, pump in and out twice more before pulling out and leaning down to kiss her.
“That’s good,” I whisper. “Because you’re going to need to trust me when I fuck your face.” I straighten, grip a handful of hair and tug her head backward as I set one foot on the edge of the bed and push into her.
She says something, I think it’s my name, but it sounds gurgled.
“Fuck, you are so pretty with my cock stuffed inside your mouth. Put your fingers on your pussy and rub your clit,” I tell her.
I wait, watching as she does as she’s told and when I hear the wet sounds of her pussy, I fuck her face hard, giving her everything, watching her take it, take me. Watching her swallow down my seed as she comes on her sticky little fingers.
22
Gabriela
I’m disappointed that it’s Rafa who takes me out to buy Gabe a gift while Stefan goes to an appointment. Rafa seems as pleased as I am to have to babysit me.
“I can go on my own,” I say. I know the city. I know what I want to buy my brother and from where to buy it.
“No, you can’t,” he says as the driver drops us off in front of the boutique toy store. “You’re Stefan’s wife now. You need protection.”