Page 18 of Forgive Me, Father (Don #1)

SIXTEEN

THE LITTLE RUNAWAY

The next week and a half, I finally found a way to relax.

Sebastian, or Bas as he told me numerous times to call me, dropped off a cellphone for me on the second day, and it didn’t surprise me when Alfonso texted me just a few hours later, wanting to know how my day was going.

Fuck off.

I typed back and sent it.

I’m trying. Please.

I don’t care. Leave me alone.

Yeah, unfortunately, that’s not what our contract states. You need to provide me with an heir. When can we start?

Of course, he would play that card.

Why don’t you just take it? It’s the type of man you are, no?

I didn’t get a reply. I knew I was taunting him. I shouldn’t be doing it, but I loved it. Loved the little victories.

The days that followed blurred into a strange rhythm, me wandering through California, and Bas, never more than a few steps behind. Always watching. Always silent. Like a shadow I didn’t ask for but couldn’t shake.

I called my parents. My father sounded proud, too proud.

Said he’d landed a meeting with one of the Pontisello reps.

Not Rico, of course. God forbid the king of the criminal elite lower himself to speak to Rust Bloods like us.

Wouldn’t surprise me if that’s exactly what they called us behind closed doors.

I checked in with my siblings too. Em was off.

Distant in a way that told me she was going through something but didn’t want me anywhere near it.

Her answers were clipped, like she was rationing her words.

My brother, thankfully, filled the silence.

He didn’t bring up Philip, and I was grateful for that small mercy.

The rest of the time, I lost myself in Netflix and waited for Alfonso to come home, if you could even call the hotel our home. His texts had grown fewer by the day, stretching thinner like the tension in my chest.

But maybe that was on me.

I hadn’t replied once.

I fell asleep watching a horror movie and woke up with a giant figure watching me, sitting right next to my bed on the one-seater chair that was usually sitting in the corner.

I simply stared at him. I knew he knew my eyes were open.

“What are we going to do, Camilla?” he breathed. “As we both know, we can’t go on like this. Is this it? Is this how you are going to treat me from now on? Do I have to take whatever I need from you?”

I reached out for the light and switched it on.

We both squinted at the sudden light.

“You’ve been doing it since we got married.”

“Bullshit,” he spoke. “You’re stubborn and hold a grudge like no other. I want to make this work, but I can’t do it alone.”

“It’s not a marriage, Alfonso.” I looked at him. His dark, tousled hair framed his chiseled face, and those piercing green eyes that held the depth of a thousand unspoken secrets, threatened to pull me in.

He looked exhausted, yet there was a quiet determination in his gaze, as if he was ready to fix whatever was broken between us.

Fuck, he was gorgeous.

“It’s a binding contract for ten years. I won’t break it before then. I need an heir from you, as I refuse to go back to Italy and tell my mother she was right about this entire ordeal. So, tell me what it is you want from me, so we can move forward.”

I froze. Somehow it worked. I’d never have thought in a million years that it would work on him, but it did.

“I’m waiting.”

I pushed myself up and sat straight. Alfonso moved forward in his chair.

“I need you to stop treating me as if I’m an idiot and respect the fact that I do not understand Italian. I’m not like anyone you’ve ever met.”

“Oh, I’ve learned that the hard way. What else?”

“Control your temper. I know what you felt that night, I don’t know why my body reacted that way, and it scared me to death.”

“It’s nothing to be scared of,” he responded. “I can help you explore it, if you want.”

“Explore it? You threatened to rape me, and I…” I couldn’t even say it. I was still so ashamed of it.

“It’s normal, Camilla.”

“No, it’s not.”

“Everyone is different. Your sexual desires have been suppressed for a long time. Sometimes it happens. It’s what you end up with. What else?”

He made it sound normal.

“I blossom with gentleness, not with anger and violence.”

He nodded. “What else?”

“Just treat me like you at least like me.”

The corners of his mouth curved into a faint smile. “I do like you, more than I should. In fact, I think I love you, but that’s not possible since we haven’t known each other that long, so it’s probably something I ate and am struggling to work out of my system.”

A smile threatened to twitch as sarcasm laced his words.

“Now, here’s what I need. And I will give you all of the things you need.”

I nodded.

“You need to learn Italian. It’s non-negotiable.”

I nodded again. “What else?”

“In front of people, what I say goes. If you don’t like it, you speak to me behind a closed door about it. You can throw a tantrum, do whatever you need to do to get it out of your system, but in private, not in front of my family, which causes embarrassment.”

I nodded my agreement once more. “What else?”

“In public, you listen. I say things because I know this world better. You were not trained to function at our status level. So, I need you to learn by obeying, understood?”

I agreed.

“You want to shake on that?” he questioned.

I stared at him. Then I moved forward. My face was an inch from his, and I could feel his breath on my lips. “How about we kiss on it and start fresh?”

“Sounds like a plan.”

THE WHITE RABBIT

Her lips touched mine, and the kiss started off tender but quickly turned passionate. I’d ached for Camilla for the entire past three weeks, and she’d finally given a part of herself to me.

The unknown pull that had always been there between us took over, and she climbed onto my lap and straddled me. The kiss deepened as my erection grew inside my jeans. Her hips ground into me, enjoying my hard-on as our tongues danced the rhythm of whatever the fuck this was.

I didn’t want to stop kissing her. I wanted to make love to her, to have her naked in my bed and fuck her brains out.

A full week, just the two of us, locked away in my room with no interruptions.

Then fly to Puglia, let the sun kiss her skin while I soaked in the sight of her, no plans, no pressure, just us.

Fuck some more and finally put a baby inside her belly.

I wanted to know her better.

She worked herself up against my boner as we breathed like bulls through our noses, refusing to let our mouths part. She was one hell of a kisser too, that I had to give her, and I still wondered what her mouth would feel like around my cock.

I grabbed her legs and held her tight against me. She continued to move her hips, riding my hard-on, and I growled into the kiss. Finally, our kiss broke. I breathed hard as she complained softly.

I felt like a teenager dry fucking my first girlfriend in high school, whoever she was. I couldn’t even remember. I cupped Camilla’s neck and pulled her face closer to mine.

“Stop riding me,” I ordered.

She didn’t obey.

“Camilla!”

“We’re not in front of your family. I don’t have to obey you.”

My lips curved. “Then I hope you’re prepared to let me fuck you.” I pulled her tighter against me and slammed my lips against hers again as the kissing war resumed.

I rose with her still clinging to me, her arms wrapped around my neck like she didn’t want to let go. In one swift motion, I tossed her onto the bed, and her laughter spilled out, bright, breathless, and completely unguarded.

I climbed onto the bed, bracing myself on my knees as I reached for her yoga pants she’d slept in. The material was flimsy, and I tore it off with one pull.

She gasped, probably turned on by the gesture.

My fingers curled around her ankle, and I brought it up to my lips. Started worshiping her foot, sucking her toes and licking her all the way up to her calve. Her leg jerked slightly beneath my touch, and I loved it.

She was ticklish but didn’t break the moment with laughter. My lips moved from her calf, leaving a trail of wet kisses toward her knee. And then further up the inside of her thigh.

I was getting ravenous as I moved toward her cunt, and wasn’t surprised at all when I pulled her thong over her ass, down her legs, and found the lace soaking wet.

I grunted as I slid my finger in between her smooth folds and felt her arousal. She gasped as my mouth retook its spot on her inner thigh, moving slowly toward her labia.

I kept stroking her length, and she started to moan as I sucked in one of her pussy lips.

Another gasp as my lips released her labia and wandered between her folds, licking her length and hovering right above her clit.

The tip of my tongue was barely touching her.

“Oh, yes, that is it. Right there, fuck.”

She tasted divine as I licked her nub with a bit more force and pressed a finger into her.

More complaints left her mouth, and then she mewled, “Your tongue feels amazing, right there.”

She stuttered in a breath as I kept sweetly assaulting her pussy with my tongue, mouth, and fingers.

I wanted her to come, I needed her to come, to prepare herself for my cock.

Her noises grew louder as I pushed another digit into her opening. She was so fucking wet as I finger-fucked her faster, harder.

“I think I’m going to come.”

She thinks?

My fingers thrusted faster and silently urged her to reach her orgasm. Her pussy contracted around my fingers. She came like a dream, arousal dripping from her cunt, over my hand. She was fucking amazing, and I refused to stop.

She cried out, wanting to close her trembling legs and pushing against my head to stop fucking her with my mouth.

I calmed the thrusting of my fingers and stroked her clit with the tip of my tongue in slow, gentle movements.

She trembled, took a deep breath, steadied herself as she began to regain control.