Going After Heaven (Mafia Romance)

Chapter Thirty Nine

Done with the dishes, I dab my hands with a napkin, and at this point who doesn't know the damn thing is black.

My eyes catch my no-ring index finger and my stomach folds up. I hadn't worn it because I had left it with a note for Javier on the desk in my bedroom some days ago, telling him how much of an amazing man he is.

If I make it out alive, I will be home to take it back before he arrives by Monday, but if I don't, then I want him to see it. To never second guess his awesomeness as a man and how I wish for him to find a woman that can return his affection and give him all the happiness I couldn't give him.

It's funny how in a quick while, as quick as ten seconds, things can change.

I drop the napkin and make my way up the stairs to Gabriele. He should be done changing up by now. I took forever with the dishes.

I walk into the bedroom and almost scuttle back. No, I did. I scuttle out of the bedroom back down, taking two stairs at a time, not stopping till my legs land on the wooden floor.

"Heaven," Gabriele calls out. No way I am going back up there.

I place my hand on my chest to steady my heartbeat, with the other tapping the side of my head to take the image of naked Gabriele off my mind. Holy shit!

Why the fuck am I freaking out? I saw him naked.
Why the fuck am I panting? I took flight.
Why the fuck do I feel heated up? He is the most alluring man on fucking Earth.

Yes, I looked for a while. More than a while. A little more than a while. I looked enough to feel my cheeks burn. Enough to make my inside simmer with a vapor of arousal swishing on my core. Enough to make my ears heat up and my heart hammer. Like my chest is an anvil and can take the hit.

Naked Gabriele.

Taut flesh clinging to his muscles. Proud length stiff between his legs. Full balls perched by the sides of his length. Adonis belt Edged from rows of abs. One side of his body peppered in ink. Chiseled arms covered in ink from his knuckles to his collar bones. Sooty curls humbled by water, dripping drops. Eyes ready to erupt.

So I sprinted.

"Heaven" he is close now, I must have been too focused on getting his image out of my head that I didn't hear him take the stairs. That or the annoying fact that Gabriele never makes a sound when he works. "Hey," his hands come on my shoulder and trembling breaths spill from my mouth. He turns me to him gently and I tighten my eyes, keeping them shut. "Look at me" I shake my head.

Yes I know I am already damned but if I open my eyes and look at him naked in front of me, there is no way I'd be able to find my way back to redemption. If I look at him now, naked, with everything I've come to learn about him in the short while I have been here in his space, I will let him spread me out and fuck me. And with that, there's no undoing.

I had thought he was just a killer, a sex-driven prick, but knowing him peel by peel has been different. I probably wish I didn't peel the first layer off with that flicker vertigo attack. Because every peel leaves you with a desirable man. Someone you want not just for how good his tongue can work your body, or how breathless his fingers can make you. He is not just someone you want because of his looks. He's someone you want because of his heart. His soul and the fucking spirit he walks around with. He's someone you'd want to keep. And I cannot keep him. I cannot let anything get in the way of business.

"Open up" his hands move to the nape of my neck and he draws circles with his thumb. "I am not naked," I feel him move closer, and a fuzzy fabric brushes my bare lap.

I open my eyes, moving them away from him to look at what that was. A towel, of course, black, but also, his length is bulging. He is so shamelessly turned on. I am too. The only good thing is, except he slips his hand down there he'll never know.

"Your nipples are stone-hard" oops. That's a telltale sign. He dips his head and trails sweet feather stroke kisses from my temple to the corner of my mouth, searing with every kiss. Melting every restraint I have to slimy needs that travel from my veins to my core. His hand moves to my breast and he cups it firmly, squeezing lazily. A moan slips out of my mouth. He starts kneading, "I can't get enough of you Heaven, I can't help knowing you saw me naked" his lips sweep from the corner of my lips to press a kiss on my lips. I gasp, my lips parting and he seizes that slip to take my lips into a kiss. Soft, tantalizing kiss. "Pupa" he breathes into my mouth as he continues to kiss. His other hand moves to my other breast and I whimper into his mouth as he takes my nipples between his fingers and starts flickering.

There's no teasing the devil in hell and thinking you stand a chance to ever leave unscathed. He is a man that not just knows what he wants but how to get what he wants. And even dangerously, he's been equipped to get what he wants.

Knowledge and power. Lethal weapon.

My restraint goes out the window. I return his kiss. What was once sweet and easy now turns feral, ravaging, and demanding as our tongues swirl around. He deepens the kiss, pushing his tongue into my mouth and I take it, wishing it's long enough to go and stroke my core from inside.

"I want to make you come, I have to" his voice is hoarse, feeling heated air in my lungs, "tell me how you want me to make you come," he breaks the kiss, his lips still on mine. His hands move to my denim shorts and he quickly finds a way to undo the button, unzip it and slip a hand inside till his fingers find my slippery core. "Always so wet for me, always ready for me" he slips a finger inside me and I moan, his other hand coming under my cardigan to cup my bare breast. He starts to flick both my nipple and clit with his thumb. "Take my cock Heaven," I groan from the high consumption of pleasure. My hands move to his towel, fishing to go underneath but somehow I untie it and it slips. He catches my lips in a kiss, "go on," he breathes into my mouth and my hand wraps around his spiked length. Feeling every vein and contour. He groans into my mouth, pushing his two fingers inside me further in, he curves his fingers inside like a hook and starts to stroke in a flipping motion, flicking my nipple with his other hand on my breast. I scream, my craggy voice is unfamiliar to me. "Is this how you want me to make you come, Heaven,?" I groan, feeling him fill me up but not as full as I crave. "Answer me" his hand on my breast moves to my hair and he grips tightly, "answer me" he soothes the firmness of his grip on my hair with a tender kiss on the brink of my nose.

"No,"

"Tell me," He knows I want more.

I already accepted the devil's dinner invitation, I might as well savor the meal and feast to my full.

"Fuck me, Gabriele," I moan and my restraint that was still hovering outside the window gets swept away by a tornado of yearning.

I yearn for him. I'm burning for him. The hollow I feel inside me is for him to fill up.

There's no going back from this.
From him.