Leonardo
Chapter Thirty-Three
My ribs are healing well, and I’ve started swimming again. I wear the smallest swimming trunks I can find, and I smirk as I swim past him. I long for his attention, the way it makes me feel, the way he’s oblivious to anything else around him when I’m near. It’s a heady feeling to hold the attention of a man like him, feeling like I’m the centre of his universe.
He watches me intently, and no one has ever looked at me like he does. His gaze sears into my flesh, making it tingle, and I feel so alive. So wanted. I know he’ll never tell me he loves me. That’s just not who he is, but I feel it, overwhelmingly so. I’m falling for him, falling totally in love with him.
Even though I feel strange, not confused as such, but like this is all happening to someone else. Just him being near me makes me feel like I can do anything. Staying home all day is leaving me feeling lost and unsettled though, without a purpose.I long to finish uni, but I know I’ve missed too much. I’ll have to re-sit the entire year. I just can’t bring myself to be away from him.
I follow Bellino around. I can’t bear it when he leaves the house without me. I know it’s unhealthy, but he makes me feel safe. I know they’re gone. I know they’re all dead, but the irrational part of me can’t quite believe it. I never thought I’d feel like this, let alone about a man.
I climb out of the pool. And stretch, I hear him groan as he stands and brings me the towel. My bruises are almost gone. Faint yellow marks tinge my skin, lingering little memories of what happened. As I reach out for the towel, he holds it out in both arms, and rather than take it like I normally do, I step right up to him. He wraps it around me and looks down at me. I lean up and give him a chaste kiss. He stares at me, the slightest twitch of his lip.
He grips me tight, and his hand shifts under the towel, and he tugs at the elastic on the trunks. “What are these?” I gasp as he twangs them against my skin.
“Swimming trunks,” I smirk.
“I know what you’re doing, lil’ lamb.”
I stare up at him, his arms wrapped protectively around me, and I smile. “What do you mean?” I give him a cheeky grin. I can’t help but want to flirt with him. I love when his façade cracks for me—the tiniest of smirks, the crinkle around his eyes, even when he tries to remain stoic and in control. I rub my hand against him. His dick is hard in his trousers, and I give him my best innocent look.
“You are playing with fire,” he grits out, but there’s no bite behind it anymore. I’ve seen the difference in the way he is with me to the way he is with everyone else in his life. I’ve been following him around, and I see the little glimpses of… I won’t say softness because I don’t ever think he will be soft, but forme, he wavers, and that’s a dizzying feeling knowing that this powerful man will kill for me; he has killed for me. To protect me, in retaliation and vengeance, he is my saviour, my protector, my husband. “How are your ribs, lil’ lamb?”
I shrug. “Fine,” I smirk, and I don’t know why, but he gives me a confidence that I have no right owning.
“Really?” He smirks, and I nod.
I scream out as the floor rushes away from my feet, and I’m tossed over his shoulder. He has me cocooned in the towel, and he lifts me off the floor like I weigh nothing. I yelp as he smacks my ass.
“You’re a brat. Brats get sent to bed.” He strides towards the door.
“Oh, fuck.” I chuckle because I don’t know why that’s made me so hard. Jesus, my emotions are all over the place. He stomps through the house and up the stairs. He kicks the bedroom door open and tosses me down on the bed, letting the towel drop to the floor. I bounce up laughing as he starts ripping his clothes off. An element of seriousness slides over his features as he steps out of his clothes and steps towards me. I take a deep breath and blow it out shakily.
“You don’t seem so confident now, lil’ lamb.” His gaze darkens. Those dark eyes bore into me as he leans forward. His hands wrap around my trunks, and I lift my hips instinctively to help. He tosses them on the floor and stands staring at every inch of me. I swallow hard because I don’t know if he wants to fuck me or spank me. The bed dips as he crawls up over my body. He nudges my legs apart and slides up between them. His body covers mine as I pant, trying to calm my nerves. He’s intoxicating, and the way he looks at me sets me alight.
He holds my gaze, and my breathing starts to trickle through, more ragged with each breath. I’m so worked up I might explode. I might just come from the way he hovers overme, the tension in his muscles, the concentration on his face as he watches the pulse in my neck.
“Bellino.” I squirm under him. “Please?” I gasp.
“Fuck, I do like it when you beg, lil’ lamb.” He grinds his hips against me. He licks up my neck, making me shudder. When he reaches just under my ear, he nips, making my skin pebble. The gravel in his voice creates a wave of goosebumps that spreads like a coating over my skin. “Beg for me!” he grumbles. “Beg for me, lil’ lamb.”
I close my eyes. “Please, Bellino, I… I need…” I whisper.
“You need what? Tell me, lil’ lamb, what do you need?”
“You.” My eyes open, and I stare into his eyes. The dark, dominant stare he reserves just for me sears into me. “I need you, Bellino.” My eyes flutter closed.
His lips meet mine, his tongue rough, hot, forces its way into my mouth, and my whole body relaxes, and I whimper into him. I feel the grin against my lips as he feels me hand myself over to him, heart, body, and soul. He kisses me until I’m breathless, and when he pulls back, my eyes widen, but the feral grin that spreads across his face makes a cold tingle spread through me. The heat from his body is suddenly gone.
I lean up, but he settles lower between my legs. My mouth opens to ask what he’s doing, but he thrusts two fingers into my mouth. He grins at me as my eyes flutter closed, and I snatch his wrist, wrapping my tongue around his fingers, sucking and slurping at them as if they were his dick. Opening my eyes, I stare into those dark orbs of his that have broken everything inside of me and knitted it back together into something stronger.
My lips pop as his fingers pull from my mouth. Before he grins again and wraps one hand around my dick, while pressing two fingers against my ass. I blow out a breath as he pushes against my tight hole before he winks and fuck me. It sendselectricity through me. He licks his lips before he thrusts his fingers inside me as his hot mouth envelopes my dick right to the base. I feel it crash against the back of his throat, and he swallows. I groan as my body drops back onto the bed. I pull one arm over my eyes as I feel heat rush to my face.
I feel him chuckle at my embarrassment, but this is still so new, I’m so horny for him, but then those intimate moments when he stares into my soul still leave me flustered and slightly confused.
I don’t have time to dwell on it, though, as he nips at the tip of my dick and I yelp, tossing my arm back and jolting up to glare at him.
“There you are.” He grins as he takes my dick in his mouth, rolling his tongue around it, licking at my tip, nipping and tugging at my foreskin as I grind my hips against him. I stare down at him, and my hips buck into him. My pelvis is crashing into his face as he groans. I tentatively slide my hand down to the top of his head, and I thrust again.
