48 Hours

Chapter Three: Open Up a Bit

I didn't want him just yet to sit with everyone around here. It was dinner time so I took the dinner I plated for Alessio and went downstairs to the cellar.

"Need more light here?" I ask him, closing the cellar door behind me.

"You still have me tied up. Prefer if the role was reversed." He gives me that smirk once more.

"Don't make me throw this soup on your face and dick. Very pleasurable to see someone captive groan in pain." I place the tray on the table and bring my chair to sit next to him.

"Such a sadist, Ms.Lorenzo." Alessio lets out a very deep chuckle.

I ignore his comment and turn on another light I have in the room and take a seat.

"How do I eat with tied hands?" He raises an eyebrow.

"Oh no. Who said you were eating? You're just going to watch."

"Martina. You say things that take my mind to places. Three months I have been away from sins, so excuse all the referencing. I would still enjoy watching you though."

Without a second thought, I send a punch to the left side of his face. Making his face even.

"Do you want to eat or not?" I ask and he nods.

I turn around to grab his bowl and spoon and I can feel him eye every inch of me. 

I grab his bowl and make a spoonful of soup for him and I blow on it a little, placing one hand under his chin and he opens his mouth to welcome to flavourful liquid. I couldn't help but look at his lips when letting the spoon slide out of his mouth.

For a few moments and few more spoons of soup. It was just silence between us. Both of us sinfully taking in each others faces.  His sharp jawline along with the perfectly trimmed beard, such luscious, full lips and some sort of dull sparkle in his dark green eyes.

I clear my throat and give him another spoon.

"For someone who says they are ruthless, you sure have a mother side inside of you." He says, breaking the silence around us.

I don't say anything and put the soup bowl back on the tray and get the pasta.