Page 24 of Forgive Me, Father (Don #1)

TWENTY-ONE

THE LITTLE RUNAWAY

For the rest of the flight, let’s just say the stewardess kept her distance. The spots where his fingernails had scratched me still burned, but I knew the sting would fade. There was something about the rough side of Alfonso that I couldn’t get enough of.

I felt untouchable, like I could conquer anything. And for the first time, I understood the power my mother had talked about all those years.

I could feel my husband’s sperm coating my underwear and wetting my thighs. It was hell sitting still in my seat for the last fifty minutes.

The moment the plane touched down, Alfonso practically yanked me off it, ushering me into the waiting SUV.

Nico and Sebastian took the front seat as we slid into the back.

The windows were heavily tinted, and with a quick press of a button, Alfonso sealed the panel between us and the driver’s compartment, cutting off any view from the front.

With eager hands, he grabbed me, pulled off my jumper.

“What are you doing?” I giggled. Lust was the only thing on his face as he planted his lips on my legs before grabbing my pussy with his hand.

I flinched at his touch, but I really enjoyed it after a few minutes of rough tugging and rubbing.

“You were squirming the last part of the flight,” he said. “It took me a minute to realize you could feel my cum leaking out of this horny little pussy.”

“Alfonso?” I was confused because he looked angry. Did he not want to come inside me?

“It’s been driving me insane, and my cock feels like fucking granite just thinking about it,” he muttered and I’m not even sure he is talking to me anymore.

He unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants in record of time, released only his cock, and then pulled me onto his lap, pushing his cock inside of me.

He fucked me hard in the back of the SUV.

We were like fucking rabbits the past ninety six hours, and one of these days Nico and Sebastian would probably quit.

I tried to tamp down my noises against his sweater while he pumped me as if there were no tomorrow, though I’m certain I fell short.

He didn’t threaten me not to come this time; in fact, I came as hard as I did in the bathroom and it was the best fucking release.

He released deep inside of me again with his head thrown back and the muscles in his neck straining. The SUV came to a stop and he pulled out of me quickly, tucked himself away, zipped his pants, and got me dressed in record time before Nico opened the door.

My cheeks flushed as I held my head low, trying to follow Alfonso.

He held out his hand, and I took it without hesitation. As I stepped closer, my cheeks burned, and I struggled to shake the heat rising to my face.

What the fuck was that? He might actually be losing his fucking mind. Don’t get me wrong, it was insanely hot, but he was starting to seem a little unhinged.

Before I could spiral any further, Alfonso came to a stop, and my thoughts scattered. I gasped. In front of us was the most breathtaking yacht I’d ever seen.

It gleamed under the golden Italian sun, its sleek, white hull cutting a bold silhouette against the sapphire-blue water of the harbor.

Chrome railings glinted in the light, and polished teak decks gave the vessel a warmth that contrasted with its modern, angular design.

Three sprawling levels rose above the waterline, each one adorned with oversized windows that promised panoramic views of the coast. The stern opened up to a private swimming platform, where the sea lapped gently against the hull.

Italian music drifted from a nearby restaurant, blending with the soft hum of the marina. It was opulence wrapped in sunlight, with just the right touch of Mediterranean magic.

A small team of staff stood waiting as we boarded, greeting the four of us with practiced smiles. Alfonso kept a gentle hand on my back, guiding me through the yacht’s elegant upper dining room and down a polished hallway toward the room at the very end.

As I stepped inside, the breath caught in my throat.

The room was a perfect marriage of elegance and indulgence, with a grand mahogany four-poster bed at its heart and turquoise accents that mirrored the sea beyond the balcony doors.

Though the yacht was still docked, the view was spellbinding, and every detail, from the scent of crisp linens to the gold-brushed furnishings, wrapped the space in quiet, effortless luxury.

Alfonso shut the door and grabbed me again. He picked me up and my legs twirled around him.

“What is it with you?” I asked with a wide smile that hurt my cheeks.

“You started this fucking shit on the plane,” he whispered and bruised my mouth with his.

I had to admit, I loved this side of him. Loving every second of him being so into me, craving me and not able to get enough. Any urge to complain vanished completely. I craved the way my moody, intense husband took charge, and I couldn’t wait to see what else he’d teach me.

* * *

The next morning, I found Alfonso on the deck soaking up some sun. He got up when he saw me coming and handed me a white tablet.

We were already on open seas but could still see the shore.

“What is this?” I asked, staring at the small pill.

“Morning-after pill.”

“I thought you wanted an heir?”

He smiled. “I told you in due time. I first want to enjoy that tight cunt of yours a bit longer.”

Heat rushed to my cheeks, and Alfonso chuckled softly before pressing a kiss to my cheek.

Then he turned and walked out, leaving me in silence as I swallowed the morning-after pill.

I joined him for breakfast and learned he had a meeting at ten. He also mentioned his sister, Fiona, said she’d be stopping by later. He hadn’t told me much about her, only that she existed, but now it was finally happening.

At ten sharp, I had to say goodbye to him, and I hated every second of it. I couldn’t believe that two weeks ago, he’d felt like a beautiful nightmare, unpredictable, distant. Now, he was something entirely different. And letting him go, even for a few hours, felt strangely unbearable.

Throughout the morning, my legs had a shake in them every few minutes. I didn’t know if it was a nerve that got stuck or if I just had enough.

It was only Sebastian and I on the yacht while Nico and Alfonso went to his meeting.

“You want to go into town, just let me know, Cami.”

“Thanks, Bas. I’m going to lie down for a bit.”

He nodded and I went to the room.

I drifted off faster than I thought possible, only to be jolted awake by loud music, its source unclear and jarring in the quiet.

It was just past one when I glanced at the clock. I got up, still groggy, to see if Alfonso had come back.

He hadn’t. I found Loretta and her friend from the other day with a bunch of other people.

They were all shouting, speaking in rapid Italian, and I swear Loretta set this up on purpose.

I didn’t even bother saying hello. Alfonso mentioned Fiona, not her entire entourage. And I definitely wasn’t in the mood for Loretta. “Bastian,” the girl with the blonde hair and big tits yelled. She barely had material covering her ass and breasts. No class.

I smiled as Bas rolled his eyes to go wait on her.

Thank heavens they spoke Italian.

I made myself comfortable with a book on the sofa by the window overlooking the ocean. I couldn’t wait for Alfonso to come back.

Half an hour later, Loretta graced me with her presence just as my book was getting really good.

“You know it’s rude not to introduce yourself to Alfonso’s sister.”

I closed my eyes. “I don’t have time for this, Lorette. She can come say hi too, if she really wants to meet me.” I carried on reading.

“I really would love to know what my cousin saw in you.” She mumbled something in Italian and for the first time, I wished I knew what she said.

I played it cool, pretending I couldn’t care less. But fifteen minutes later, a stunning woman with long black hair and piercing blue eyes approached. Her body was flawless, and she wasn’t shy about showing it off to anyone who was looking. “My name is Fiona,” she said in perfect English.

“You sure you are Fiona?” I asked and she smiled.

“I get it. Big Italian family and here I come with a real American accent. I was in a US boarding school since the age of ten, if that makes sense.”

“It does.”

“You and my brother seriously stirred some shit in Verona.” She looked out into the distance but I think I caught the hint of a smile as she tried to fight it.

"If it helps," I said, "I had no idea who he was when I married him. I knew he was an Italian Don, but I didn’t know he was Ponticello ."

She raised an eyebrow, but I didn’t care whether she believed me or not. The other girl spoke loudly, and Fiona laughed at whatever she said.

"Is it true you can’t understand Italian?"

"I tried," I said as I shrugged. "It just didn’t stick."

"I get it," she said, her tone dripping with something I couldn’t quite place. "It’s a tough language, not for everyone. But you’re married to one of the most important men in Italy. Surely, you’ll put in some effort?"

The way she emphasized effort rubbed me the wrong way. I nodded and smiled, wishing she would just disappear. Glancing at my watch, I realized I had no idea when Alfonso would be back. I missed him.

“So, Loretta tells me that you really push the wrong buttons with my brother.”

“Oh, that was before we found our groove,” I said with a chuckle, hoping she’d take it as a hint that we were still fighting—just in a different way now.

“Found your groove?” she asked, her curiosity piqued.

Fuck, she was nosy. “Yes, before we discovered what a good fuck the other one is.”

She froze, and I had to fight every urge not to blush. Without saying a word, she stood up and walked back to the balcony. I grabbed my book, trying to focus, but the words blurred as I tried to push the moment from my mind.

“It’s not funny, Bas.”

“Sorry,” he chuckled. “But it was priceless seeing Fiona speechless.”

“Do you know when Alfonso will be back?”

“Tomorrow morning, why?”

“Only tomorrow?” Why didn’t he tell me that?

“Sorry. But you are stuck with them for the night.”

Great. I couldn’t shake the unease knowing Alfonso wouldn’t be back until tomorrow morning.

I did my best to stay out of their way for the rest of the day, but interaction was inevitable as dinner arrived, and we all gathered around the table. They spoke in rapid Italian, clearly oblivious to my presence.

Loretta laughed at whatever the loudmouth said, and Fiona joined in, clearly amused. I just picked at my food, feeling more out of place with each passing second.

“So, Cami, is it?” the blonde finally addressed me.

I smiled and nodded. Keeping my side clean.

“You and Alfonso? Wow.”

“Simi?” Fiona warned.

More sniggers came from Loretta. Fuck, she was obnoxious.

I forced a smile and shrugged, honestly, I didn’t have the energy for this.

"You do know where he is right now?"

"Simi," Fiona warned.

"He’s at a meeting," I replied, my voice steady.

"Meeting, sure." Simi laughed, clearly unconvinced.

"Stop it. I mean it," Fiona hissed, her tone sharper now.

"What? I’m not doing anything." The blonde shrugged, a playful innocence in her voice. She spoke in rapid Italian to Alfonso's sister, and the others shifted uncomfortably. The atmosphere around the table had already started to sour, and I didn’t like where this was heading.

“Where is he?” I asked Fiona.

“You should ask my brother that when he returns.”

“I’m asking you.”

“And I’m not getting into this,” Fiona said with a stern tone.

“With a mistress,” Simi said. “Everyone who dates Alfonso knows about this one. She is fulfilling probably the most important need of them all.”

“Simi, enough!” Fiona and the big guy, who hadn’t acknowledged me once, said in unison.

“What? She needs to know all the ins and outs when it comes to that man. Especially this.”

Her English was flawless, and for some reason, the food lost its appeal.

"Excuse me," I muttered, standing up from the table.

"Camilla," Fiona called after me. Loretta’s giggle echoed in the air, as if the situation amused her, while my blood boiled.

He lied to me. Said he was at a meeting.

I couldn’t let it go. I needed answers. I found Bastian quickly, my voice sharp as I demanded, "I need the truth, and I need it now."