There’s nothing unassuming about Natalia. “Are you sure I can’t help? I think I know how to do this.” We’re in the kitchen cooking, or more to the point, I’m cooking.
I put her on a stool at the breakfast bar to sit and watch, or do whatever she feels. “You can watch this time, next time we’ll let you have a go okay?”
She nodded enthusiastically and popped the carrot stick I passed her, into her mouth.
We had a nice quiet dinner, well not exactly; she’s a talker. She asked me about a million different things at once, some of them more difficult than others. As the evening wore on, I was becoming more and more drawn under her spell.
At the back of my mind was a flashing warning sign. Danger, Do Not Enter. But every time she smiled at me with her bright eyes, I felt my resolve weaken more and more.
“Gianni, I don’t mind not having all my memory back as yet, the doctor says it’ll come in time; but I hate that I don’t remember how we met.” She frowned into her glass of juice and I held my breath waiting.
For the last forty-five minutes it was like I was in an alternate universe. Gone was the blood and gore of the past twenty-four hours, to be replaced by her laughter and teasing touches. It was hard to hold onto the memory that I’d just killed a man not three hours ago.
Now here I am, in my family’s kitchen, with a beautiful woman, who, the more that I’m exposed to her, the more I want her, but know I can’t have her. It would be all kinds of fucked up to go there.
Besides, I can’t go there now; I’ve got shit to do. My family still has one more enemy out there; I don’t have time for pussy.
“It’ll come to you sweetheart, just give it time.” And that worried the fuck outta me too. The fact that now she’ll have to relive it again. Hopefully I’ll be there when it happens, to shield her as much as I can from the pain.
I’d sent her to my room when we first arrived earlier, because it was easier to sleep with her next to me to keep an eye on her. Now with this new turn of events I wasn’t sure what the fuck I should do. I’m pretty sure it’s not an act to facilitate her escape, and even if it was, there’s no way she’s getting off the estate.
She took the question out of my hands when it was time to go up for bed. Shit, I hadn’t thought of clothes and shit for her. I didn’t want to go through mom’s clothes, or one of my sisters’ stuff and find her something. Tomorrow we’ll have to go shopping. But what was I supposed to do tonight?
In the end, I settled on one of my tee shirts from college. She smelt it and rubbed the softened material against her cheek. There was absolutely no reason for it, but that shit made my cock jump. Strange fucking phenomena. I’m not realty into the sappy, moonlight walks and sweet kisses under the stars bullshit.
When it comes to fucking, I like it hard, deep and dirty as fuck. Any woman fucking around with me better be able to take the dick. I pride myself on my length and my size; the shit is legendary.
Almost cost the career of one of the only female CPOs in the navy. She wanted to fuck, I was horny as fuck after being on a job for three weeks in the jungle heat of Central America and I had no attachments elsewhere.
We fucked for two and a half days straight, it didn’t matter one fuck to me that she was a few years older, she was hot and she was available. At the time, those had been the only requirements. Too bad someone had seen us leaving the hotel together.
She’d had a time of it talking her way out of that one, but in the end, both our careers were saved. That was the one and only time I’d been that fucking stupid when it came to my career.
Chapter 7
“Natalia…” I started to tell her that I’ll take her to another room, but when she turned and looked at me with that enigmatic smile of hers, I caved. She was like an affectionate puppy when she came to bed and attached herself to my side. How the fuck was I supposed to do this shit? A callous prick would just fuck her and be done with it. I wasn’t quite there yet.
I laid awake for the longest time, after she’d fallen asleep with her head on my chest. Things were coming together; in less than twenty-four hours I’d taken care of the traitors to my family, all except one.
I’d put a lot of things in motion to seal up any breaches that might have existed after the hit. But a chain is only as strong as its weakest link, and until I found the Judas in the midst, I won’t be able to rest easy, won’t be able to bring the others out of hiding yet.
I was jarred back to the here and now by her soft moans, and her leg moving to cover my lower half. Well fuck! My dick, which seemed to stay hard around her, didn’t need any more encouragement. I tried holding myself still and hoping she’d settle down. She was asleep, thank fuck, but this was torture.