“Actually, I wanted to ask you for a favor,” I start, settling on the lesser of the evils running rampant in my head. “I need to leave the house.”
His eyes narrow, “Absolutely not.”
“Please, Rafaelle. I’m not a hostage anymore,” I remind him.
“Sure, you’re not, but Navarro doesn’t know that, does he? I can’t have you waltzing about so he can get your pretty ass before we get the chance to begin negotiations.”
I make a face, “And here I thought you were keeping me here because you liked me.”
“Him taking you would only be temporary, little siren. There’s no world where I don’t get you back,” he says intensely.“But I imagine the deal my brothers are trying so hard to get would blow up if you slipped out of my fingers.”
My heart falls slightly, and he frowns at the expression on my face.
“Where do you want to go?”
“To see Carlos,” I murmur. “He’s been trying to get a hold of me since I was abducted, and he isn’t accepting any assurances from me over the phone that I’m safe.”
“I don’t trust that asshole.”
“You don’t trust a lot of people, Raf. But Carlos is harmless, I promise. It’ll just be a quick meeting at the park where I met him. I just want to talk to him.”
I need someone to open up to. About everything. Someone to help me come to a decision, because truthfully, I’m going crazy. And I’m so fucking sick and tired of hiding. Carlos has always been my sounding board. He helped me out when my life was complete and utter shit. I trust him.
He lets out a soft groan, “Fine. Raul will go with you. And you’d better come back to me.”
“I promise.”
He nips at my collarbone, leaving a sting before licking it away soothingly. Head falling back, I offer him better access, the towel wrapped around me falling away. My tits are pressed against his shirt, ready and wanting.
His lips find mine again, unravelling me. I grind into him, a throbbing between my leg that’s never far anytime I’m with Rafaelle. I’m practically insatiable. He’s been inside me too many times to count in the space of one day.
A desperate moan escapes me and I reach for the shorts he’s wearing. Wrapping my hand around his length, I pull him out.I stroke him once, twice until he’s hissing, air escaping between his teeth.
“Grab a condom, Liliana,” he commands darkly.
I reach for the drawer where the packet lies, tearing one off and wearing it over him. He watches me intensely; eyes locked onto me in a way that feels intimate and open. I place a hand on his shoulders and slowly lower myself down onto his cock. I take all of him in before lifting off and then taking him in again.
“Don’t stop,” he groans.
“Your wish is my command,” I say shakily.
When our eyes meet again, everything else grows quiet. And I think to myself that I want this. I want him, and I want our daughter to be with us both.
* * *
Carlos isn’t pleased to see me.
Not in the slightest. So I let him stew in annoyance and frustration, while I take in the sunlight washing over me and the smooth air blowing around me. I haven’t left Rafaelle’s mansion in nearly two weeks and I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t grateful for the respite.
Despite the henchmen standing beside the cars parked at the entrance of the park, their watchful eyes on me. When Rafaelle said, Raul would accompany me, I thought he meant just the 6 foot 5 intimidating brunette. But an entourage had accompanied me, acting as my security.
It’s ridiculous but it’s not like I have a choice.
Carlos took one look at the bodyguards and seemed to draw some conclusions on his own, understanding in his expression. I’m still waiting for him to share with the class.
“You’re in way over your head here, Liliana,” he starts, his tone surprisingly measured and controlled. “Those men are here on the orders of Rafaelle Vitale, aren’t they?”
I nod once.
