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“I am joking, you are so serious all the time. Do you even know how to have fun?” I ask him, wondering. It can’t be good to be so wound up. Soon the spring will snap.
“I know how to have fun, Lucia,” he rolls his eyes, “I just don’t have much time for it.”
“Too busy kidnapping people, and running your evil empire from a secret island? Your life is like the cartoons Raul watches,” I joke again, but this time he just gets up and stalks off towards the water. I guess he is not one for jokes — I will remember not to do it again.
I liked his smile, it made him human for a few minutes. While he’s walking along the water’s edge with his hands in his pockets, I set up our lunch and prop Raul up with a rolled-up beach towel, so he stops being fussy. He likes to be able to see what’s happening around him.
I watch Sal out the corner of my eye, I catch him doing the same a few times. He’s an incredibly handsome man. Tall with dark hair and a three-day beard always trimmed and groomed. Even in casual clothes at the beach he looks like he is made of money, I know he is. His style isn’t flashy though, just refined and fucking sexy as all hell.
Whenever I think about him that way I remember our online chats, and just how dirty his messages could be. He might be my captor, but I am still having filthy thoughts about the things I’d like to do with him.
“You can stop sulking and come have some lunch,” I call to him, opening the crisp white wine I brought to enjoy with our food.
I give the little one a baby-teething biscuit I ordered for him, and he gets so excited. He kicks his legs, and bounces on the spot. Sal comes back, and flops down beside the baby talking to him like he’s a grown-up. I roll my eyes and hand him a plate of food. His nephew tries to reach and grab it from him.
“Wine?” I offer him.
“Please,” he mumbles with a mouth full of food, “that would be good.” I pour for us both and sit cross legged to enjoy my food while watching the water. This is like one of those commercials for a tropical island getaway — until you go to the other side of the island. “Thank you,” Sal says, sitting up.
“It’s a pleasure, it’s only sandwiches.”
“I meant for getting me out of the house.”
He smiles again, and it sets off the butterflies in my belly. They whirl and swirl and flutter up a mini tornado in my stomach. Suddenly I am self-conscious of how he looks at me. I have no makeup on, my hair is styled by the wind, and the clothes I have don’t exactly flatter my figure. There’s a silent tension there between us for a split second. The same sort of electric bolt I felt when he was seducing me before.
I have to remind myself that none of that was real, he was chatting me up so he could take me. It was a game, and I played right into his trap. I have to be careful not to fall into another one.
After lunch, Sal lies down on the blanket, and I take Raul to play in the water. He just loves splashing his tiny feet in the water and his laughter is contagious. You cannot play with him and not be happy — it’s so pure. Untouched by the life he will grow into. For now, he is just an innocent little baby, but he will grow into a man like his uncle. One just like the men in my family — ruthless, hard, and filled with vengeance and hate. It’s sad to know this sweet little soul will be sucked into the darkness that is being a mafia child.
I glance back to where Sal was taking a siesta and find him watching us. His mouth pulled into a half smile where he rests up on his elbows, he’s taken his shirt off. I have to shut my mouth because his body is jaw-dropping. He keeps that all very well hidden beneath his fancy clothing. Defined muscles, tanned skin and abs that would make any woman look at least three times. Salvatore shirtless is a surprise I wasn’t expecting.
“It’s rude to stare, Lucia,” he says loudly.
“You would know,” I say walking back to him, Raul isn’t happy to be out of the water, but my arms are getting tired holding him. “You stare all the time, you don’t even try hide it,” I laugh and sit down, offering the tiny guy a bottle. He’s past due a nap. I lie him on the blanket, and even though I try, I can’t stop looking at Sal. It makes me smile involuntarily.
Raul nods off, and when he’s asleep Sal says, “Come swim with me.” He sounds playful, which is weird. I should be used to him being weird, but still things like this catch me off guard.
“I don’t have a swimsuit.” I point out that I am not dressed for swimming.
“Swim in your clothes, or your underwear. Who cares, there’s no one here watching.” No one except him, that is. It’s hot, and humid and the cool water is very tempting. Fuck it. I pull the dress off over my head, my undies are probably more conservative than any bikini I own at home. He’s already run down the sand and into the water by the time I reach the edge of the surf. I stand there with my feet in the water, enjoying theview. “Are you coming in?” He splashes me, and I try jump out of the way.
“I’m coming,” I say, splashing him right back. I grew up with only brothers — I fight back. I wade into the water until it’s almost at my shoulders. The relief from the sun and humidity is blissful. I kick my legs up so I can float on my back and watch the sparse clouds float by in the clear blue sky. Sal tries to dunk me, but I end up taking us both under the water, it’s fun and playful.
We splash and laugh, the wine has loosened my inhibitions and I am not being hyper vigilant when he comes up behind me in the deeper water, snakes an arm around my waist, and whispers in my ear, “Gotcha.”
I get goosebumps. Not the fear kind, the oh-my-God-that’s-hot kind. I don’t kick or fight to get away from him, because his touch is too good to want to move. The water drips from his wet hair onto my hot skin where the sun is beating down on us. His gruff voice makes me hold my breath and cross my thighs. It goes straight to my lady parts. I’m not expecting it when he kisses the soft spot where my collar bone ends. My pulse quickens, and I stay deathly still — not wanting him to stop.
He does it again and I shiver, this time it’s not just his lips. His tongue touches me softly, then the next kiss is on my neck, and it’s followed by a bite that makes me moan out loud and toss my head back, giving him more access, allowing him to keep going. The water keeps us buoyant. I float, while Salvatore teases me with kisses and love bites.
When he tips my head to the side, turning me so he can kiss from that angle, I just about climb him. Twisting in the grip of his strong arm, I turn myself around and wrap my legs around him. His dick is hard between us, and he tastes like wine and sunshine. My hands cling to his shoulders, and our tongues do a slow dance.
I’m lost in the way his lips crush mine, with a hunger that cannot be satisfied. I moan, and gasp into his mouth and he lets out a growl when I tighten my legs even more — rubbing my body against his erection.
“Fuck,” he hisses without stopping for even a second. I can’t breathe, and I don’t want to. I’m spinning out of control, like a child on a roundabout. It’s too fast, I cannot get off — but it feels so fucking good. The fear, and anger, mixed with excitement and desire. This is what I imagined when I spoke to him in the beginning — this unbridled passion and harsh desire.
I have never been so turned on by a kiss. His hands grip my ass, holding me firm against him, not allowing me room to move. He won’t let me tease him or give myself any sort of relief from the pulsing in my pussy. He’s torturing me with his tongue, and it has my body humming with the desperate need for more — more of him.
The sexual tension is making the water around us hot, and when he hooks his thumbs into the waist of my undies, I am afraid he may not stop. We are on the roller coaster, and I don’t have the strength to get off. “Hmmm.” I try to grind against him, dying to get some relief.
