“You’re bad.” She takes a deep breath. “Really bad, Bruno.”
Is that a note of heat I detect?
I slide my hand under her skirt, caressing the warm skin of her thighs. “Do you like that I’m bad, Love? Don’t lie to me. I’ll know.” I run my fingertips along the edge of her panties.
“I-I—” She gasps when I slip my finger beneath the fabric. “It’s hot, but then when I see it in black and white, it gets complicated.”
I use my other hand to grip her hair and force her to arch for me. “Is this complicated, Love?” I press two fingers inside her, feeling how wet and hot she is for me. Fuck, I want to thrust so deep in her that I forget where I am.
“No,” she breathes as I pulse my fingers in and out of her hot cunt.
“This is so simple, Love. You and me, the simplest combination of two people.” I slide my fingers out and circle her clit. “Tale as old as motherfucking time.” I stroke her clit, loving the way she reacts, the way her body shakes as I give her what she needs.
I pull her hair harder, and she cries out as I suck the skin of her throat between my teeth. “This is what you need, Love. Simple. My fingers, my tongue, my cock—all of it belongs to you. You have the power. But I’ve warned you before, and I’ll warn you again.” I meet her eyes, our lips so close to each other. “If you run from me, I’ll chase you. I’ll find you. I’ll take you. And then, when I get you where I want you, I’ll punish this sweet pussy.” I pull my palm back and slap her.
She jerks, a moan lofting from her lungs.
“Now tell me about the cop.”
She gasps as I finger-fuck her some more. “He’s just—he’s old, and he’s worried about me, and he thinks maybe I’m being held against my will. He’s harmless. He—”
“He’s no one.” I growl in her ear and bite the lobe.
“No one,” she readily agrees. “I told him I’m fine.”
“Did you, Love?” I meet her gaze again. “Did you tell him how hard I make you come? How you say my name and how you suck my fat cock?”
Her eyes roll back. “Oh my God, you’re so bad.”
“We’ll talk about the cop later.” I bite her bottom lip. “Right now, I want you to come on my fingers, and you better say my name when you come apart. Be my good girl, Love.” I slide my fingers back inside her, then pull out more wetness and focus on her clit.
Her hips work against my hand, and I slap her cunt again, causing her to cry out with pure pleasure. I return to her clit, stroking it faster. Her body shakes, and when she comes, she cries my name over and over, loud enough for anyone in the house to hear.
Good. Because Love belongs to me. And if anyone tries to take her away, I’ll dig their grave right next to Massimo’s.
18
Lovett
I roam the house feeling a bit restless. It’s hard to believe I’ve been here a few weeks. At times I think it’s gone by in a flash, but the past couple of days I’ve felt unsettled. It might have something to do with Ali and Bruno and how they stop talking when I walk into a room. The tension is always thick. I hate feeling as if they’re keeping something from me.
I see this darkness inside of Bruno that goes deep, no matter how much he tries to mask it the second he sees me. It makes me think there's something he doesn’t want me to know. That it will send me running.
That might be why I’m sensing this distance in him the past few days. Even last night he got home really late. I heard him enter the shower and not long after slip into bed. Normally he can’t keep his hands off me, but last night he only put his arm around me and drifted off to sleep. I’m not sure what to think. Or why he is shutting me out. I try not to let my mind run away from me, but how can I not?
Bruno usually doesn’t hide things from me. That’s not saying that he hands them over on a silver platter either. Maybe I’m blowing this out of proportion. It could be that I’ve gotten used to having all of his attention focused on me, and now that it’s not, it feels as though he’s being distant. He might be busy doing bad guy stuff that he doesn’t want to involve me in.
That doesn’t stop me from snooping around. I never get in trouble when I go poking around and digging into things I shouldn’t be. I mean the logical thing would be to ask him if everything is okay or what is going on, but I can’t seem to bring myself to do it. He should just tell me.
“Are you hiding from me?” Bruno asks, breaking me from my thoughts. I turn from the window as he makes his way over to me. He has his coat on. I’m guessing that means he’s going out somewhere.
“Not hiding.” At least I don’t think I am. “You’re leaving?” I rest my hands on his chest, putting the focus back on him.
I want to grab hold of him, but I have this sudden fear of becoming too clingy. What if he’s getting tired of me? Is that what’s wrong? Now that he has me, is he bored? I hate the stupid insecurity I’m feeling.
“I have to check on a few things.” He leans down and brushes his mouth against mine. “I’m not sure when I’ll be back.” He takes a step away from me. My hands fall from his chest. Does he not want my touch anymore? Tears spring to my eyes, but I hold them back. The thought of him not wanting me is almost unbearable.
“Okay,” I say.
I guess I’ll wait here. Where else am I going to go? I’m always here. Locked away from the rest of the world. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I have Pikachu, but sometimes I still get lonely. Maybe that’s what’s got me feeling so restless lately. I think Bruno is going to say more, but he doesn’t. Instead, he turns and heads out of the room. He pauses when he gets to the door. I hold my breath, waiting for him to say something to ease this sense of worry inside me.
“Stay in the house,” he orders before he slips away. I glare at the doorway.
Pikachu slips through my legs, rubbing himself against me. I lean down and pick him up, holding him close. I kiss the top of his head. I finally let those tears fall that I’ve been holding back. They’re not only ones of sadness but of anger as well.
“Why is your daddy being a jerk?” I bury my face in Pikachu’s neck. A sudden thought dawns on me. “Oh crap.” I walk over to the bed and put Pikachu down before rushing into the bathroom. I stare at myself in the mirror like that’s going to clue me in.
I can’t be, can I? I put my hand on my stomach. I’m so stupid. Of course I could be pregnant. Right? I head into Bruno’s office and start googling things. Pikachu hops up on the desk, watching me. It might be early on, but a test could still show results.
“I’m sneaking out,” I tell Pikachu. He flicks his tail back and forth in encouragement. Bruno can shove it. He can stay locked away in this house. He doesn't even take me anywhere. It's as if I’m some dirty secret or something. I’m being treated like a mistress instead of the love of his life.
He is either embarrassed I’m a cop or he’s bored with me. What else could it be?
Without me being a cop, we might have never met. I’d become a cop because I so badly wanted to fit in somewhere. When I met Bruno, I was sure he was where I finally belonged. I’m certain that’s why I feel this need to cling to him. Yet, it seems as if he can easily leave me behind the same as everyone else in my life always has.