His Fia

CHAPTER 15

I feel a shooting pain run through my legs and I let out a hiss; maybe I shouldn't have told Carlos to ruin me. Because now I'm not going to be able to walk for a fucking week.

Carlos mutters something in Spanish and hugs me tighter to him, the movement making me wince. "You're hurting me," I groan, flicking his wrist. "Mine to hurt," Carlos mumbles, and I feel my heart drop.

"You said you'd never hurt me," I mutter, knowing he doesn't mean it but the words still making my heart feel heavy.

"I'm sorry Fia, you know I'd never hurt you," Carlos sighs, rolling over and placing me on his stomach. I wince again as my legs fall either side of his torso, "In a bad way that is," he adds, offering me a smile.

I chuckle and lie down, resting my head on his chest as I wrap my arms around him. "You can make my legs hurt and that's it," I sigh, a smile forming on my lips.

"You can hurt any part of me so long as you're with me," Carlos says softly, his voice pained as I know he's speaking the truth.

"I'm not going to hurt you Carlos," I whisper, lifting my head to place a small kiss on his cheek.

He hums and I feel his lips form a smile against my shoulder, a small kiss being placed on my collarbone. Carlos runs his hand under my sweater and rests his hand on my lower back, his chin resting on my head.

"What do you want to do today my Fia?" he rasps, suddenly holding me tighter. I chuckle and sit up, placing my hands on Carlos' chest as I look down at him.

"We should bake cookies and have a movie marathon," I grin, trying not to wince at my disgusting couple idea.

He raises an eyebrow at me, "I'm one of the most feared men in the underworld and you want me to bake cookies and watch movies with you?" his tone is unimpressed as he looks up at me.

"Yes Carlos, yes I do," I say, crossing my arms over my chest. "And we're watching Christmas movies since it's December," I decide.

"Die Hard?" he asks, and I roll my eyes at him. "I don't know if you'd consider that a Christmas movie," I say, trying not to get distracted by Carlos' hand which has made its way to the inside of my thigh.

"Sure it is, it happens on Christmas Eve," he reasons, his thumb rubbing circles on my thigh.

I sigh, "Ok, but we're starting with the Home Alone's" I say, lying back down on his chest. "You planning on getting up?" he teases, his hand combing through my hair.

"Give me a minute," I yawn, not wanting to get up anymore. He chuckles and leans his head back, his blue eyes closing as his breathing evens. I breathe out a sigh and relax my body, sinking in Carlos' warmth as his arms stay wrapped tightly around me.

My arms wrap tighter around Carlos as he traces small shapes on my back, his soft touches sending butterflies swarming to my stomach. I look up at him to see his eyes closed and face peaceful, as if he's in total bliss. I rest my head back down on his chest and let his breathing guide mine, trying to fall back asleep so we can stay this way forever.

I feel my lips curve into a smile as I feel small kisses being pressed into my forehead, Carlos scattering kisses over my face as I laugh and weakly swat his face away. "Ready to get up now?" he asks, running his fingers along my back.

I nod but don't move, not wanting my legs to hurt anymore than they already do. Carlos chuckles again as he gently sits up, carefully picking me up before getting up out of the bed. He stands up and makes his way to the door, opening it and walking out.

I rest my head against his chest as he slowly walks down the stairs, making his way to the central living room. "Wait, what about the cookies," I remind him, looking up at him. He smiles at me and leans down to kiss my forehead, "I'm sorry amore, it just slipped my mind," he says, swiftly turning around and making his way to the large kitchen.