Page 21 of Forgive Me, Father (Don #1)

EIGHTEEN

THE LITTLE RUNAWAY

We shared a shower and by the time I drifted off in his arms, it was nearly eleven. When I woke, a wave of relief washed over me to find him still lying beside me, his presence a quiet comfort in the stillness of the room.

His erection tented the sheets. I just wanted to touch him, to devour him. I could feel myself becoming addicted to him, and I knew it wasn’t good. Not this early in the relationship or contract, or whatever the fuck this was turning into.

I tore my gaze from the tentpole and slowly let my eyes travel up his chiseled stomach, tracing the defined lines and sculpted muscles.

His V-line made me swallow hard. My throat went dry as my gaze slowly traced his six-pack, no, eight, if you counted the subtle muscles flanking the center. And that damn ‘V’ that led down, disappearing just beneath the sheet, drawing my gaze back to his erection.

How did he stay in such incredible shape? I’d never seen him run, and there wasn’t a single piece of gym equipment in the room.

Gothic tattoos, dark and intricate, spread across his chest and stomach. The white rabbit, etched in bold ink, served as a constant reminder of just how dangerous my new husband really was.

I knew his temper; it terrified me when it was aimed at me. Because I also knew what he was capable of.

I took him in slowly, my eyes tracing the rise and fall of his chest with each steady breath.

My teeth gently nipped at my lower lip, the soft scrape a silent reflection of just how irresistible he looked.

His well-defined chest muscles were easily one of my favorite features, followed closely by his strong jawline, framed by a neatly groomed beard.

Those full, succulent lips seemed to have a life of their own, making me ache to kiss him awake.

And then there was his nose—perfectly shaped, adding to the striking profile that took my breath away.

My eyes flickered up to his, and I jumped slightly, caught off guard by the intensity of his gaze. His green eyes were already locked on me, unblinking.

Alfonso’s lips curved as my cheeks warmed, knowing that he had watched me while I was ogling him.

So embarrassing.

He pulled away the sheet. “It’s only fair that I get to look at you the same way you just looked at me.”

My lips curved as I opened my eyes. “Is that what I was doing?”

He didn’t reply, just smiled at me. His finger and thumb pinched my nipple softly and I gasped at his touch. There was something about this man’s touches that gave me an instant lady boner, an instant wetness between the thighs.

“You were eye-fucking me, little runaway,” he replied huskily.

I tossed the sheet aside, throwing myself toward him, silently urging him to take control, to do whatever he wanted.

His pinching fingers became cupping hands and as I opened my eyes, he planted his lips on my nipples and sucked on them. My body ached for another release, a sensation I couldn’t fully comprehend but was slowly becoming addicted to.

I knew I was falling into the grip of whatever it was he was doing to me.

I fucking wanted him again. I wrapped my arm around his head as he kept on sucking my nipple. I place my leg around his hip, pressing my body tighter against his lips.

He let go of my nipple and I almost growled at him. I loosened my grip, attempting to push him onto his back. This wasn’t normal. It couldn’t be.

He stared at me, rubbing my leg that was still over his hip. “You liked that?”

“Which part, you tugging on my nipple or sucking it?”

His lips curved into a smile. “Both?”

I nodded. “I like the way it makes me feel.”

He tugged a lock of my hair, his arms flexing with raw strength as he held me close, the power in them undeniable.

The lust simmered deep in my stomach, a heated pressure building with every passing moment. I swallowed hard.

“And how does it make you feel?”

Heat rushed to my ears, the familiar burn that came every time I had to admit something to him. “Alive.”

I found him staring at me. It was intense and I had no idea what to do. Do I grab him, do I wait?

I licked my lips, deciding to wait. He kept staring at me. It started to make me feel a little awkward after a while, but the desire for him was so intense, it almost hurt.

“You enjoy having sex with me?” he asked softly.

My gaze flickered up to his. “More than I probably should.”

His lips fanned into a smile, and then he moved his head closer and his lips brushed softly against mine.

His hand still cupped the side of my head.

His long fingers curled around the back.

His kiss was sweet and soft. His tongue not as greedy as it was before.

Its warmth brought on a familiar feeling that this was home. My home.

I deepened the kiss. My tongue explores his tongue and the sensual licks turned into greedy sucking and swirling. He kept up the pace. The kiss didn’t break when my breasts pressed against his warm chest. My legs straddled his sides and my ass rested against his erection.

The kiss didn’t break. We breathed hard through our noses as I tried to just get enough of him.

He broke the kiss. Sucked softly on my lips and I rested my head against his mouth.

"This isn't normal," I whispered, my voice tinged with sadness as I moved my head to his shoulder. I closed my eyes, letting the steady rhythm of his heartbeat soothe me, while the scent of him wrapped around me like a comforting embrace.

“What is normal?” he asked.

I huffed. “I don’t know. But it’s too soon to feel this.”

His lips pressed against my head. “I thought you were never going to forgive my temper.”

I huffed. His temper was also something that aroused me, and it scared me shitless. I didn’t say it out loud. It was something that he already knew.

“So, tell me about the woman that you were supposed to marry.” I try to change the subject.

I didn’t want to look at him. I didn’t want to see the pain she caused him.

“She wasn’t really my type.”

“What?” It wasn’t the reply I thought I was going to get.

“We've known each other since we were kids. She was more my sister’s friend than mine. Always getting on my nerves, and that never really changed."

I truly loved that.

“I found out a few days before my wedding that she hadn’t kept herself intact for me. She slept with a lot of guys, not just one, and that she was actually a whore.”

“Alfonso.” I gasped.

He chuckled. “It’s the truth. I don’t like sharing and she knows that about me.”

“So, there are no unresolved feelings stuck with you when you see her?”

“My little runaway, if I could have it my way, her family would not exist today.”

I lifted my head and stared at him. “What?”

“It’s the way of our lives. It’s tradition. You know the rules.”

“They really kill families for not sticking to the rules?”

“They should. My father has grown weak. My grandfather warned him, and we have a lot of enemies in the circle. More than we need.”

I propped my head on my hand, my elbow resting on the pillow just beside his, my face hovering only a few inches from his.

"You really thought that was made up?"

"A part of me did, yes," I admitted, my voice soft but honest. "My parents are pretty strict when it comes to the rules."

“It’s Dons like that who deserve to move up in the circle. Not the ones who are at the top. I promise I will look after your family.”

I smiled at him, and he looked at me through hooded eyes. I moved my ass against his shaft, and he took a big breath through his nose.

“There is no stop in you, is there?”

“Is there in you?” I whispered.

He shook his head, and that was all the answer I needed. Without another word, my lips crashed against his, and before long, the roles between us had reversed, and I found myself gasping as Alfonso rammed inside of me, pulling out a scream of his name.