18

Chiara

I wish I had listened to my inner thoughts. If I had, I wouldn't have seen him nor be reminded of him. Seeing him brought back memories I thought I had buried down my heart. For years, I've moved on or so I thought but it was all a joke. I still cherish those moments deeply in my hearts

It's been ten years since I last saw him

That day, the sky wouldn't stop crying, pouring his tears down the earth. The thunderstorm rolled with so much anger mixing with the ones I felt in my stomach.

Alex had just died and the house was filled to the brim with friends, families and enemies. They all came to express their condolences but I knew they were all pretenders. The pretentious bastards all came to see for themselves if Alex had indeed died. He had died a natural death because he was indeed an old man. Most people likely came just for the fun of it.

The scene had been too much for me to bear as some of the men looked upon me with contempt. Some smirked victoriously and licked their lips lewdly. Unable to do anything about it, I walked to my room and got out on the balcony, away from prying eyes or false mourners.

The air had been cold and crispy. I brought out my hand to feel the coldness of the water on my skin. The thunderclap rattled in the sky scaring me deep down. I turned around ready to go in because it was getting uncomfortable. I was feeling too cold but instead my face hit a hard wall.

A human rather.

 Massimo

He was no longer the boy I taught things; how to pleasure a woman. He was a man now,fully grown 

“You came,” I said in a whisper.

“I had to even if no one invited me,” he said, moving closer till we were inches apart from each other. The direction of the rain had changed and now it was beating us but we paid no attention to it.

“We should go in, the rain, it's ruining your perfect shirt.” I said

“I'm more worried about you,your eyes are as clear as day.”

“You thought I'd be crying, didn't you?” 

“Of course, your husband had just died. It's the right thing to do” he said, holding my chin. His cold palm on my skin sent shivers all over my body.

“No,of course not. Not after how monstrous he was to me, treating me like a dog. If anything, I'm glad that he's gone forever.” I replied.

“But his death would mean you no longer have a roof over your head, nor his protection. You'll be left alone to face the cold world. Aren't you afraid?” he said,his hands holding my shoulders and rocking it gently. The touch of the warmth of his hand laced with the coldness of the weather did a thing to my body again and I blame it for responding to him so quickly 

“I have plans too, " I managed to say as he tucked my hair behind my ear. Tell me why you have come, Mas”

“To be with you,” he replied gently,his fingers, playing with the side of my lips that I bit on.

“And leave as quickly as you came?” I scoffed.

“Let's not talk about the past, let's cherish the present,” he said, looking at my shivering lips. The distance between us was now short, our lips inches away. I wanted something and he knew it.

He took my lips in his mouth if he could read my mind,read that I wanted him. His warm lips encapsulated mine, making me crave for him the more.

“What if someone sees us?” I asked with worry.

“It doesn't matter, it didn't matter when Alex was alive, it won't now”

“You like this don't you?” I murmured.

“More than you can imagine,” he said and pulled back. He unbuttoned his shirt and moved closer to me. I wanted to dominate the scene by removing his buckle but he stopped me

“Tonight, I rule,” he growled and turned me around roughly, against the railings of the balcony. I groaned as my skin hit the cold steel but I soon forgot about it when he unzipped the black gown I wore. The gown had a mini breast pad so I didn't have to wear any bra in it. From behind, he snuggled closer and cupped my breast with his big and now rough palm. 

More, I screamed in my head, I wanted to turn around to tell him what I wanted but he stopped me by holding me in place. He rolled the mid length gown over my waist, making my butt bare. I wore a G-string, so he only had to move it aside with little stress before my god became his.

Before I could say jack, he rammed into me.

“Ah,” I groaned and moaned

He pushed into me again, this time longer than the first. I held the railings for support because each stroke had become deeper and longer than the previous. I tried not to moan too loudly but he knew just what to do to have me moan. His fingers found my sensitive clit and he began to rub it.

My legs began to shake involuntarily. I was close but then he stopped, pulling himself outside. He turned me around, making me face him. His eyes were already dark with want and I wondered how he could still see with them.

He finished undressing me and I stood naked in that cold night. I brought my hands to my side, trying to cover myself up a bit but he wasn't done with me. I watched as he removed his trousers and stood naked before me too before moving closer. He carried me as lightly as a feather and slammed my back against the wall. His enormous rod plowed deeply into me. 

I moaned happily because I loved this particular position. He feels full and deep in me so much that I circled my legs around him on appreciation. 

I knew I wouldn't be able to walk by the time he finished with me and I was right. My legs wobbled under me after I cum. He picked me up and carried me inside and on the bed for another round of love making 

Minutes later after we've both found orgasm ,we laid beside each other. My hands were placed on his chest while he stroked my hair.

“Would you still be here when I wake up?” I asked and he promised but he wasn't when I woke up, he was gone like a smoke 

And now, he's back asking for our hand in bringing down the Niccolians Bastards. 

Just how would I concentrate with him around me?