CARMELO
I was so in love with her. So much that I can't tell how I was going to live without her. I would probably die. And I wasn't even exaggerating. Chiara walked with my heart, and if she ever leaves, I'll let her take it with her because it would be meaningless to me without her around. Fuck. I would never give her a reason to leave.
I stood behind the crowd, leaving her to have her spotlight. But all I could think about was having a moment alone with her, so I could tell her how proud I was of her. Tell her how proud I was to be hers. My brilliant woman.
I picked the paintings and other stuff that I wanted and spoke to her secretary for payments. The Chinese man was shocked by the amount but never questioned. Of course I wanted to support her business. But in all honesty, those things were worth buying, magnificent works of art.
My lips parted as I watched her throw her head back, laughing. So, fucking beautiful. I'd never heard her laugh like that before. It was so beautiful. Yes, I saw no wrong in her. She was perfect in all senses, and I wanted her to laugh like that forever.
"Congratulations gorgeous, I fell in love with you a thousand times tonight." I said, holding the wheel with one hand and pulled her cheek with the other. She swatted my hand away. "Am I being cheesy again?" I asked. "Add some burger to it and shove it in your mouth."
I laughed at her response, driving out of the parking lot and slid to the main road. I wanted to drive tonight because I wanted to have these moments with her. I peeked at her. She shut her eyes and leaned back on the head rest. I eyed her lips and looked away before I filled my mind with the thoughts of what I wanted to do with them. Thoughts that I have been escaping religiously.
Our security team decided to divide themselves. Two cars at front, two at the back and us in the middle of the four. I could never let my guard down when I went to war with Enzo just a few hours ago. And this city was typically Antonios even though my younger brother had his own empire too. Something that Antonio didn't like. Fucker was intimidated by a twenty-four-years-old. As he should. He was up against Conti blood after all.
I narrowed my eyes. Why was she oddly quiet? "Are you alright, tesoro?" I asked. "No." she replied curtly. I frowned, "What's wrong? Talk to me." She sighed, "If I tell you what I want, would you give it to me?" She asked. Yes, naturally. Anything. "What do you want?" I asked.
"I want you to fuck me." She blurted. My head whipped to her, and her eyes snapped open just in time. Fuck. Those eyes. Those words. She shouldn't look at me like that while saying such words. I gripped the wheel, feeling my muscles tightening. "I'm horny." She added. I squeezed my eyes shut. God have mercy on me. I shifted on my seat, because suddenly the pants were too tight.
"You can't, can you?" I turned to the window, grinding my teeth, cursing, gripping the wheels so hard my knuckles turned white. "I'm sorry. I can't help it." I managed to say. She had no idea what I could do with her. Another long deep sigh came from her. "I thought so too. Stop the car." She blurted.
"What? Tesoro don't do—"
"Stop the goddamn car, Melo."
There was so much fire in her eyes. The type I would gladly let her set me on if only I didn't make that stupid oath before the ancestral tomb. Fucking hell! I stopped the car causing Storm to peek out from the passenger's seat of the car in front of us. I pressed the blinker two times, and she returned back. Chiara, on the other hand, flung the door open before I could say a word to stop her. Then she opened the backdoor and slammed it shut after getting inside.
"Tesoro," I said carefully. "Drive," she ordered, and started to take off her heels. Sighing, I did as I was told. "Think whatever you want about this. I can't help it either." Her voice was breathy when she uttered. Then she positioned herself at the center of the backseat. I adjusted the rear mirror and watched her with narrowed eyes. What was she up to?
My heart stopped beating when she mounted her dress up to her waist, revealing a black lacy thong. I swallowed, my hands faltering on the wheel. My breath got caught in my throat when her eyes snapped up to meet mine in the mirror. Then she slid her hand inside her thongs and began to rub herself. Letting out the hottest moans I'd ever heard. "Fuck, tesoro!" My heart pounded in my chest. I was getting turned on, so dangerously.
I faced my front as if it was going to help me with anything. She was already deep in my mind until she was all I could think about it. "Don't do this to me, love." I murmured, unbuttoning the top two buttons of my shirt. Thank God I took off the coat earlier. It was getting hot as hell in the car. Suffocating.
"Oh, God." She moaned. I couldn't help but peek at her again. I shouldn't have. I only worsened the torment. Her eyes were shut, head titled back, and her lips were parted, panting. I knew the sight would forever be engraved in my mind. I followed the drop of sweat that trickled down her throat and disappeared inside her chest. She was screaming and spasming on the seat. "Fuck." I lick my lower lip.
She opened her eyes and pulled out her hand, watching me with her hazy eyes. I let out a breath that I didn't know I was holding in. She didn't say a word and just stayed in the back.
I focused back to the front again, my chest rising and falling so rapidly. I was no fucking marathoner but what I just experienced was nothing short of it. Thousand kilometers or something. I wiped my forehead roughly and groaned. This woman was going to be the death of me someday. And I was afraid I was going to lay down and let her do it herself.
When we reached the hotel, she was long asleep. I carried her to our room, dropped her shoes down and then placed her on the bed. She groaned and I patted her. She needed that rest. It was a long day. I cleared the hair from her face and pulled the covers up. I was about to leave when my sick mind stopped me.
Don't do it. Don't do it for the love of God. Don't. "Fuck it." I gently pulled out her hand from the covers, the same hand she used on herself earlier. I brought the hand up to my nose and sniffed. "Shit," I opened my mouth next and sucked her fingers. This woman was turning me into everything and tonight… a pervert. Fuck me. But I wouldn't deny how good the salt tasted in my tongue. I took out my handkerchief and wiped them clean before returning it back.
Carmelo you fucking bastard! I covered my eyes with my palm, not even able to look at her after what I did. This is why a man should never think with his dick. I got up before I could do anything I would regret my entire life. I would rather face the cold shower for the rest of the night instead.