Arthur
The plan was complex. Charles Russo was a suspicious bastard, so there was no way to infiltrate his guards. The disappearance of his brother had made him even more paranoid, which was why we needed an inside man. Gabe was untrained, but if he could get me simple information like schedules, layouts, and codes, that would be sufficient. I hadn’t been able to get to Gaia because she was being watched so closely. The only blind spot was her school.
She’d walked into her class an hour earlier, her bag on her shoulder. She hadn’t noticed me standing at the back of the class. I walked over to the door and locked it. She’d been setting out her music sheets at the piano, suddenly looking up at the sound of the lock. She bolted and swung herself at me, her arms looping around my neck, her legs wrapping around my waist.
“Oh, God, I missed you.” She said as she kissed me.
“Shh, I said, motioning to the door. I don’t have a long time. We’re going to make a move soon, and I need you to do as Gabe says.”
“I’m going to be leaving there soon. I’ve told them.”
“Just hang on, please.” She remained in my arms and the way her eyes lit up, made me smile. “You’re softening me, Gaia,” I admitted.
“That wasn’t my intention.” I walked her to a chair and sat with her straddling me.
She started to move her hips, and I could feel myself hardening against her.
“There’s no time for that.” I wrapped my hand in her hair, pulling it back to expose her neck. I kissed her softly.
“There is always time.” She started rocking herself, and I knew that she would not take no for an answer. This was not me. I didn’t do reckless or senseless for that matter. She reached down and unzipped my pants, working my cock loose from my boxer shorts.
I could feel her panties were already wet for me. She stood, and I reached under her skirt to move them aside. Damn, she looked sexy in her suit. She sank down onto me, and I groaned. She wrapped her arms around my shoulders and started rocking back and forth in a quick rhythm. I held her hips, picking up the pace. This was so fucking wrong. This was so right.
I wrapped my hands around her slender neck, and she gasped as I pressed down slowly. She rocked harder and harder as I squeezed.
“Come for me, now,” I demanded, and like I good girl; she did, gasping for breath. I stilled her hips. “I won’t be able to explain wet pants.”
She leaned into me, wrapping me in her arms. “I miss you so much. I can’t leave the house without being watched, it’s worse now that my grandfather is here.”
I searched her face. “Grandfather?”
“Yeah, my mother's father. He’s here from Greece.”
“I held her face and kissed her hard. “I’m coming for you, soon principessa.”
What I didn’t tell her was that both her maternal and paternal grandparents were dead. That much I knew for sure. I’d known Russo and Giorgia for years, and I’d done thorough checks on both of them. Whoever they’d presented to their children as their grandfather was definitely not.
