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“It is,principessa, but nowhere will be truly safe while Marco is still alive.”
Aurora swallows hard. “Do you think I’d be safer at Dante’s?”
I sigh. I’m not sure if I think she’d be safer there, exactly, but she’d be apart from me, and that’s what I wanted, right?
“I don’t know,” I say honestly. “I just thought it might be good for us to have a change of scenery.”
“I don’t think so,” she says fiercely. “I want to stay here, with you.”
I nod and she walks back into the living room, flipping on the television.
I plop down on the couch with a groan, thinking that this day has gone absolutely nowhere. I haven’t figured out what to do about my blossoming feelings for Aurora, or where to take her that would be safer and away from me.
But Aurora puts on something mindless on television and turns to me, biting her lip, and I can’t help but smile back at her.
“Are you mad at me,principessa?” I ask.
She shakes her head, smiling a little, and drops down to her knees, crawling toward me. I spread my legs further, my breath catching in my throat.
“Are you being a dirty girl again, Aurora?” I ask in a low murmur, and she nods, still smirking, spreading her hands across my thighs and moving her hands to the waistband of my sweats. She tugs them down, exposing my half-erection to the cool air, and I look down at her, licking my lips.
She leans forward and down, taking me into her mouth and sucking gently at the head before taking me further, gagging slightly when I put my hands in her hair, wrap her locks around my fist.
I bob her head up and down, and she gags again, choking slightly on my dick, and I grunt low in my chest, feeling my balls draw up.
I would never hurt Aurora, but there’s a part of me that just loves controlling her, loves making her do all the things I know she likes. She loves to be used like a sex doll.
She sticks out her tongue, working the flat of it along my underside, and I grunt again when I spill down her throat. She swallows, choking and gagging slightly, which makes my dick pulse in her mouth and elicits a low groan from my throat.
“Goddamn,principessa,” I murmur before pulling her into my lap, kissing away the tears that have streamed down her face from gagging so much.
Something feels caught in my throat, some series of words that I’ve never said to a woman not related to me, and I swallow it down. What am I thinking? I’mnotin love with her. I barely know her and she’s my little sister’s best friend. She’s off-limits and always should have been.
I know that I should push her away but she still looks pale from earlier, and I hold her as she curls up into my lap and starts to watch television.
I’m stuck with Aurora Costa in more ways than one, it seems.
13
AURORA
I’m straightening up and vacuuming inside while Nico cleans out the pool, and I think to myself how domestic we are. Nico usually makes dinner because I’m simply not that good of a cook, but sometimes I bake cookies or cakes. We watch reality television every week, a show that we both like, and we usually fall asleep on the couch those nights. If we don’t fall asleep there, we fall asleep after making love, curled into each other.
It’s been three weeks since Nico mentioned taking me to Dante’s, and about six weeks since we went on the run, and I can’t help but wonder what happens after this.
Right now, it’s almost like we’re a married couple, how we interact with each other, how we live our day to day lives. After we go home, will Nico just leave? Go back to his little apartment and start hooking up with three girls a week? The very idea makes me want to retch. Of course, lots of things make me want to retch these days.
I haven’t been feeling well these last few days, the stress of being on the run and all the worrying are taking a toll on me. I can’t eat most of the time and I’m even losing weight, which I’m happy about but Nico finds concerning.
He mentioned it the last time we made love when he had his hands on my hips, looking down at where we were joined. He mentioned how I was getting thinner, and I teased him, asked him if he liked me better this way. He just frowned and shook his head. I guess Nico’s the kind of guy that likes curves. Lucky me.
Nico’s been obsessed with finding Marco lately, on the phone all hours of the night. I know that this situation can’t last forever, but god, I wish at least our little bubble would.
I’m in love with him, wholly and irrevocably, and I don’t know what to do about it. I’m falling deeper each and every day and I can’t help myself.
Nico walks inside, stripping out of his trunks with a grimace. “Full of algae,” he says. “I need to get some more of that chlorine. It’s time for a supply run, anyway.”
I look him up and down as he stands there naked. “I’ll join you in the shower,” I tell him happily, but Nico shakes his head, chuckling.
