Heartless Ending Book 3 of the Heartless Series

Chapter 13 - Sheer Need

Carmela's POV

My heart squeezed as I curled up in bed hugging the pillow that Luca must have slept on last night, the smell of fruity soaps and baby powder filled my nose only increasing my longing for him but also helping to soothe my need for him. I must have fell asleep like this as when I next opened my eyes the room was dark, the brilliantly clear sky had turned dark outside the large window of my bedroom, casting shadows around the room.

I rolled over in bed, stretching out my muscles with a sigh and finally kicking off my heeled black ankle boots. They thudded to the floor sounding louder than normal in the silence, as it surrounded me again, I felt lonely. Thoughts of today swirled around in my mind, Luca was so full of life and laughter, his big bright eyes swelled more as he got questions to his math problems correct or finished reading a page of his book and got praised for doing well.

When Luca got Romeo to sit with us on the living room rug as we built towers with blocks, at first, I hated feeling him near me, near us. I could see his love for Luca in his eyes and when I caught him looking at me, I thought I saw the same emotion for myself, but I just couldn't believe he thought that about me and still did what he did to me. I wanted to ask him questions about that day, I wanted to know what the hell happened to make him leave me, but I couldn't bring myself to ask, I didn't think I was truly ready to know the answers yet. Just as being together as a 'family' didn't feel right. Thinking of him and Luca that way with her, was even worse and bile raised up in my throat.

I started to feel anger bubble up inside me, I shook my head trying to dispel the thought from my mind and heaved myself to the edge of the bed. I stood as I shrugged out of my jacket and stripped out of my jeans and socks, leaving my lower half basically bare. I only had a T-shirt and panties covering my body.

My door pushed open swiftly and Timo stopped his forward motion. His eyes wide as he took in my appearance. "Timo?" I asked him as he didn't take his eyes off my mostly bare form. He still didn't answer me, I threw my balled up socks at him in an attempt to snap him out of his trance. "Yea. Erm. Sorry. I erm." I laughed at him, I've never seen him so lost for words before. "Timo, what's wrong with you?" I asked at him confused, he's seen me more naked than this before I thought. His eyes finally snapped back up to mine. "Sorry." He gulped noticeably. "I think you need to get laid Timo." I laughed again, sliding my robe around myself for warmth. "I don't even know how long it's been since." My smile faded, I knew he was thinking of Amy. I walked to him and without stopping I threw my arms around his neck. "I know. I miss her too."

He tapped my back after a few moments becoming uncomfortable with my closeness to him. "I got you something." I eyed him suspiciously. "And what's that?" He handed me a small black leather bound book and flopped down on my bed with me looking after him. "Open it." I did as he instructed and to my surprise it was filled with photos of today, photos of myself and Luca playing, reading and writing, even having meals together. I got to the last photo and stopped, unable to close the book. The photo before my eyes was of Luca on my lap and Romeo looking at me as he watched us as we were playing with the blocks. The look I wouldn't have thought possible earlier was now clear and memorialised in this stilled instance. "He loves you still it seems." I slammed the book shut and threw it next to him on the bed. "Maybe. But I don't care. I don't trust him."

He captured my shoulders between his hands and rubbed them softly. "Carmela, there's something you should know. He didn't do anything willingly..." I pulled myself from his grip and stepped back. "I don't wanna know Timo. Please, I just want a shower and some food." He nodded, looking at the floor before leaving the room.

My hot shower did nothing to alleviate my annoyance, I was wound as tight as a coil. I stomped out of the shower and got dried in the warmth of the bathroom and even dried my hair before leaving. I walked to my dresser wanting to get dressed but was faced with my clock which read 3am. I sighed and opened a drawer and pulled out my desired garment. A pale pink silk night shirt that went down to my knees, I put my hair up in a messy bun and went in search of food in the kitchen.

The light from the fridge illuminated the kitchen as I dug through it, pulling a few items into my arms. I placed them onto the counter and turned towards the cupboard to get flour, a large mixing bowl, and flicked on the under cabinet lights. The room was too silent for me, so I put on the radio quietly to fill the silence and danced around as I mixed a pancake batter up in the bowl.

Arms silently wrapped around me, startling me. I dropped the bowl onto the counter, spilling its contents out. I put my hands flat on the cold surface in front of me to calm myself. Strong hands gripped onto my hips and pulled my body back into their hard chest, nuzzling my neck and smelling my hair. The smell of his cologne assaulted my nose, making me more heady and his familiar touch made my knees weak. My head lolled to the side giving open access as soft kisses trailed up my neck. The sensation felt amazing as I bit down on my lower lip, stifling a moan. "You know I can't resist when you bite your lip." A deep, sensual masculine voice whispered into my ear. My eyes closed, my heart pounded in my chest and my breathing quickened. My core ached for him. His hands roamed down my thighs and slid under my night shirt, once again ascending my body tightening their grip on my hips. "Romeo." I whisperingly drawled out his name, longing filled my voice. Open mouthed kisses pressed over my exposed shoulder, biting and nibling. "Be mine, Rose."

I nodded guiding his right hand up over my breast and left it there. He lightly squeezed my ample mound, his kisses continued over my neck more passionately now I'd accepted his touch. His left hand glided up my side, nipping at the hard buds between his thumb and first finger. His touch was making my core weep, I needed to feel him. I reached behind me and felt his hard erection press into my hand. "Touch me Rose." With my hands behind my back I fiddled with his belt, getting rid of the first hurdle of freeing him from the confines of his slacks. I made quick work of his button and zipper and they fell effortlessly to the floor. I swallowed hard, hesitating before removing his boxers and stroking his long, hard shaft with one hand while grabbing his balls with the other. He groaned deeply into my neck and bit harder into the crook of my neck, causing a jolt of pain to shoot through my body. I palmed him harder, continuing to pump his length with my hand.

While moaning with pleasure, his right hand went to my core, his fingers expertly going between my folds and rubbing over my clit, before dipping inside me. Moans escaped my lips, my climax was building quickly. "Not yet." I huffed at his sudden retreat. His touch was not long away from my body as he gripped my wrists stopping me playing with him and moved them up to lock around his neck, my head followed my hands and rested back on his shoulder. He kissed my temple, again taking in my scent before slapping my ass hard. A gasp left my lips, I could feel heat radiate from where his hand connected with my bare skin.

He spread my legs with his knee. "You sure?" Was I? I wasn't sure, but I needed to feel him, I ached for him, so I nodded again swallowing my doubts. His hard cock slowly pushed into me. "Fuck. You feel amazing." He pushed himself deeper, his slow pace teasing me but felt incredible. He didn't hold his slow pace for long and quickened, now pounding into me hard unable to help himself. I was unravelling quickly, and he knew it. My grip on his neck tightened my nails deepening into his skin, but I could feel he was too. "Come with me." That was all I needed as I panted out my orgasm, clenching his shaft tightly milking him for every bit of pleasure we both needed. He removed himself from me still catching his breath, as he placed soft kisses along my jawline.

I turned to face him slowly, it was dawning on me that the man I hated most was the man I just let touch me and have me in the most intimate of ways. Shame flooded my body. He's married, and no longer to me. I'm the other woman. "Leave." Tears swelled in my eyes, emotions were rampant in my mind, I didn't know what to feel but I could hear him dressing himself. "Rose?" I shook my head. "Please just leave. I can't..." "Just listen to me, please." I lifted my chin to meet his eyes, they were filled with sadness. "I'm sorry for everything that happened. I have no excuse for leaving you like I did all I can do is tell you what happened."