"Elsa," I say through gritted teeth, "you’re fucking killing me."
She makes a sound deep in her throat, and digs her heels into my back. Using it for leverage, she hauls herself up my dick which is, by now, fully erect inside of her.
"Gesù Cristo, woman, you’re insatiable, you know that?" I pry her arms from around my neck and shove them up and over her head.
A glint of satisfaction in her eyes makes me pause, but then she arches up and buries her teeth in the side of my neck andcazzo, I feel that all the way to the tip of my cock. I shackle her wrists together as I pull out, then piston my hips and thrust into her with such force that she yells. Her entire body jolts, her pupils dilate, and she releases her hold on my neck, only to latch onto my mouth again. I glare into her baby blues, and see desperation… and something else. Fear?
I try to pull back, but she follows me, deepening the kiss as she tilts her hips so I slide even deeper inside her melting cunt. Liquid heat flares in my veins. Something inside of me seems to detonate. My scalp tingles, my balls tighten, and every pore in my body seems to awaken as I thrust forward and into her again and again. I fuck her in earnest, until whatever I had seen in her eyes fades away, replaced by lust. Then, even that disappears, and all that’s left is my face reflected in her eyes, as she begins to flutter around me, as her flesh seems to melt even more, as her core accepts all of me. Her spine bends, a shudder grips her, and she shatters as I empty myself inside her.
When I rouse myself next, I push off of her, then pull out my handkerchief and clean between her legs. She protests half-heartedly, then watches as I clean myself up and pocket the handkerchief. I fix her panties, then her skirt, before I put myself in order. Then I pull her up against me, and reaching for the prosecco, pour out two glasses. We toast each other silently, and sip from the bubbling frothy liquid. I feed her an olive; she feeds me some of the antipasto. We manage to make our way through most of the food while drinking the prosecco, as we watch the sun go down.
As the shadows lengthen across the harbor, I wonder if the darkness in her eyes also grows more intense. But each time I want to ask her about it, I don’t. Why spoil the evening? There’ll be time later. She’s mine. Mine to protect. Mine to cherish. Mine to dominate and please. Mine to keep safe, along with her daughter.
When the sun has dipped completely under the horizon, we stay for a few more seconds watching the pink and purple colors that flood the clouds.
"It’s beautiful," she murmurs.
"Fucking gorgeous," I agree as I take in the play of light across her face.
She glances up at me and her cheeks grow pink. "I meant the sunset." Her lips twitch.
"So did I." I smirk.
"Liar," she says lightly.
"Never." I bend and kiss her again. That’s when my phone begins to vibrate. I see Antonio’s name on the screen before I answer it.
"Yeah?" I snap.
"Sorry, Seb. We need to be getting back home. Once it gets dark, it’ll be more difficult to keep both of you safe. You know the drill," he adds.
"We’ll be there shortly." I disconnect and pocket the phone.
"We need to get going?" she guesses.
"In a few minutes."
"It’s safer if we get back before it gets too dark, right?" She begins to rise, but I hold her back.
"What’s the hurry? I promise, nothing will happen to you as long as you’re with me."
"It’s not me I’m worried about; it’s—" That’s when I hear a whirring sound behind me. Before I can turn, something slams into my shoulder.
34
Elsa
"No," I scream as Seb’s gaze widens. His entire body shudders. I glance past him to find what looks like a drone hovering just beyond the parapet of the decking we’re on. "No, no, no." I try to hold him up, but he’s too heavy. He begins to slide down, and I manage to lower him to the rug on his side. I can just about hold his shoulder to stop him from being slumped completely.
There’s a surprised expression on his face as he takes in my features. "I think I’m hit," he finally says in a calm voice.
"Seb." Terror wells up. My stomach twists. I touch the back of his shoulder, and my fingers come away wet. At least it's the shoulder of his unhurt arm. I manage to sit up and lean over to find blood oozing from a wound in his shoulder. It’s blotting the rug and spreading out. As I watch, more of the scarlet spills out. My head spins. My chest hurts. My pulse is beating so hard, I can hear the blood pumping in my ears.
"Seb, oh, my god, Seb," I blubber as his eyelids flutter shut. His body twitches, then he slumps onto the rug. I hear voices yelling and footsteps running, and turn to find Antonio and the man who’d gotten into the car with him bursting onto the deck.
He glances at us, then at the drone that hovers beyond us. He pulls out his gun, and in response, lights flicker on the device. The drone makes that whirring noise again.
"No, no, no." I throw myself over Seb as it fires. A man yells something—someone hits the floor. The sound of bullets fills the space. When it pauses, I hear the whirring sound again, a second before bullets pepper across the deck. I scream as I hold onto Seb, trying to cover him as best I can. There’s the sound of more footsteps, more yelling, and more shots being fired. Then, silence.Bam-bam-bam.My heart slams against my rib cage. I hold onto Seb as tears slide down my cheeks. I stay that way for a few more seconds.