Ugly Ronney: mafia romance [English]

Chapter 18-6

In the courtyard, I watched the stars in the sky for a few seconds. They twinkled so much that I could have lost myself in contemplation of the sky for hours.

I arrived in front of the huge gate and pulled out my phone to order an Uber when I spotted the van of Yeraz's men, barely concealed a little further on in the darkness of the night. My fingers hesitated to validate my order and then finally, I gave up the idea. I put my phone away and headed for the van.

The window rolled down. Jessim, behind the steering wheel, looked sternly at me for a moment. After a few moments of reflection, and without me having to say anything, he unlocked the doors. Ian, sitting next to him, didn't stop him. They exchanged an annoyed look, and then the van drove off to take me to the man who was occupying all my thoughts.

I walked into the middle of the room, which was immersed in a particular silence where a restful atmosphere reigned. The full moon illuminated the room with white, soothing light. I looked around. The glass cabinet where the guns were kept was gone.

I sat on the edge of the bed, exactly where I wanted to be. I caressed the black silk sheets. Folds formed, giving the illusion of a multitude of waves in an ocean where I could drown. Then I looked at the electric fireplace, which was lit. A stabbing pain had been growing in my chest since last weekend, and it kept growing as the hours passed. His absence and silence were unbearable.

I got up and headed for the bathroom. Inside, I took off my clothes and snuggled under the shower head. The sensation of the water on my body gave me a comforting feeling of flatness after a busy day at work. I closed my eyes to enjoy the moment.

The dressing room was filled with Yeraz's suits. I stroked the sleeves of the shirts that were sticking out. Everything was neatly ironed and arranged in a strict order.

I took my towel off and put on one of his white shirts, which ended at my mid-thigh. I felt like I had a little piece of him.

Yeraz was going to spend most of the night at the club, and yet I had been waiting for him for hours. I fought against sleep, but it eventually won. Lying on the bed, my heavy eyes closed and I fell into a deep sleep.

A caress, a breath. The contact on my skin woke me up. He was there, sitting on the edge of the bed and contemplating me with such distress, such suffering in the depths of his dark eyes.

"You shouldn't be here, Ronney."

He grazed my cheek with his fingertips. The light in the room had changed. The day was dawning.

"I can't do it, Yeraz," I whispered, as if not to disturb the last minutes of this night. "I know I should keep my distance, that the risk is huge, but it hurts too much."

Could I have told him all this if we had been somewhere else? If we hadn't been in this moment, when the night had the power to free our words? I didn't think so. Everything was there to let our hearts speak, and I hoped he would.

He closed his eyes halfway and answered, "You are like the other women. You always want more, and I'm unable to give you what you want."

"Am I really like the other women?"

My voice died in my throat. Yeraz sighed. He didn't have the strength to look away. His eyes twinkled.

"I wish you were. It would have saved me a lot of trouble."

"The shooting?"

Yeraz nodded slowly. "Among other things."

"Was it really necessary? Doesn't all this violence tire you out?"

"I'll be running this empire soon, Ronney. I had to send a message to our competitors. Hamza is a wise person who likes to talk and negotiate, not me."

For a second, his face changed. I felt like he was going to say something else, but he didn't.

"So there's no hope for you to give it up?" I whispered, dreading his answer.

He nodded. I turned my face onto the pillow so he wouldn't see my eyes fill with tears. It hurt like hell!

"Ronney, give yourself a chance to live a good life with someone who can make you happy. You don't deserve this. My empire is a kingdom where there's no room for a queen."

His hand came to rest on my cheek and forced me to turn my head to look at him again. My eyes were wet and I was trying to hold back my tears. The pain was painted on his face.

"I love you," I said in a barely audible voice.

Yeraz closed his eyes very tightly, as if he dreaded those words, then stood up abruptly, running a hand over his face.

"Don't say that! You don't know what you're saying. I'll never be who you want me to be. I'm not interested in love and peace in this world. I'm interested in power."

Our worlds were so different, it was true. He could die at any moment, but he didn't care. I was devastated at the thought of having to leave him. Why had I fallen in love with a man like him? Part of me knew that ending this toxic relationship was the right thing to do.

My voice trembling with emotion, I asked, "Can you give me this last moment with you? Then I'll let you go on with your life. I'll let you leave."

Yeraz hesitated for a moment, then swallowed a groan of frustration. He climbed onto the bed and placed his lips on mine with great gentleness. As he kissed me with desire, his powerful torso came to rest against me. His heart was pounding. A warmth spread through my body, easing my pain a little. His hand caressed my neck, then slipped down to my breasts with a deliberate slowness before coming to lift my shirt and slip under it. I breathed with difficulty between the roughness of his kisses and the mad desire that assailed me. I wrapped my legs around him while his hand went down to the small of my back to place me a little more against him. A shiver of pleasure ran through me. I arched my back, provoking his eagerness. Yeraz began to undress without removing his lips from mine. I unbuttoned my shirt with his help, then his mouth ran over my skin until it closed on my breast. A groan escaped my throat. I could feel every one of his muscles rolling over my skin. He slid a hand between my thighs to caress me delicately. When his fingers penetrated me, my body went into ecstasy with deep sighs. Yeraz kissed my skin all the way down to my belly, and then his mouth came to kiss my intimate area. My head thrown back, I was desperate for air. His tongue in the most secretive folds of my flesh made me completely lose control of myself.

Feeling that he was about to make me orgasm, Yeraz moved on top of me and penetrated me with slow thrusting. Unlike the last time, his movements were careful, regular, and of a rare gentleness. His eyes caught mine. He was so electric, so dark, so dominating, and at the same time glowing with worship. Drunk with pleasure, I called out to him. Yeraz brought my hands above my head and buried his face in the hollow of my neck to breathe in the scent of my skin.

I took advantage of every second, which became ever more intense, knowing that after this precious moment everything would be over. Yeraz wouldn't go back on his decision.