“No,” Elio hissed.
“You don’t get a say in this.”
“The hell I don’t,” he snapped back, and we skipped by the turnoff completely. I should have known the driver would side with Elio.
I slipped back in the seat and crossed my legs. “What about my stuff?”
“I had it returned to our house after I saw you at the festival.”
“What?” How could he?
“It’s not where you belong.” He looked out the window, calm as ever.
“And where is it that I belong, Elio? Because you’re doing a stellar job of making sure it’s not with you.”
His head slowly turned, and his jaw started to tick as he stared at me. He was pissed, but so was I. We sat in silence for a few more minutes until we passed through the Capri gates, and I let go of the breath I was holding. When we arrived at his house, I hopped out, needing space away from him.
I unlocked the door, dropped my purse, and went for the stairs, only to have him snag my arm. As he spun me around, I pushed him down on the stairs. He lost his footing and went down with a hiss. With quick hands, I undid his pants and freed his semi-erection and shifted quickly onto his lap.
“Sienna?” He tried to get my attention, but I couldn’t do it. I was spinning and had no way to stop. He took pity on me and hiked up my dress, slid my panties over, while he quickly grew hard.
I didn’t wait, I just lined him up and slid down and only focused on him inside of me.
“Jesus.” His head snapped backward, and his neck strained.
I gripped the railing, turned my mind off, and lived in the moment. His hands slid around and cupped my ass before they took hold of my hips, helping me ride out my tension.
“Kiss me,” he ordered, but I couldn’t. I was still so hurt by him doubting me, by the photos, by all that we had between us. “Sienna!” he barked, but again I just took what I wanted and didn’t care. He smacked my ass, and the sting only fueled my fire. “Dammit!” He grunted, and I knew he was close, because so was I. The sweet taste of bliss was near and drew my sensitive nerves to high alert. He grabbed my head and slammed his lips to mine, but I cried out as pain and anger ripped through my chest. “Fuck,” he cursed when he didn’t get his way. He knew how I felt. I wasn’t trying to punish him, but he took me when he wanted, so shouldn’t I be able to do the same?
Three more thrusts, and we both jumped off the deep end together. He buried his face in my chest, and I held on while I rode out a long much-needed orgasm. Bliss and pain were a dangerous mix during an orgasm, and my mind spun into a dark web, and I wasn’t sure if I should relish it or fight it…it felt better to give in.
Once I was done and my lungs could take in air again, I slipped off his lap, fixed my dress, and rushed by him, wanting a shower. I ignored his command to come back. Elio might have a big bark, but tonight I wasn’t listening.
To my surprise, he let me be, and I was grateful. I needed time to get my thoughts in order. The hot water pounded down on my head. Its white noise filled the air around me, blocking out everything else. I wished I could stay there and just live under the spray.
Stealing one of his white dress shirts, I fastened a few buttons and pulled on some lace panties, then I went to look for my phone. I felt I should let Elenora know where I was.
I took the stairs quickly, grabbed my purse, and as I dug for my phone, I walked into the kitchen where I knew he had chargers.
“Yes, Papa knows everything that happened today. I just got off the phone with him.” There was a pause, and his shoulders flexed as he rolled his neck, holding the phone to his ear. “Because she doesn’t belong there,” Elio said quietly. He stood by the window with his bare back to me. I could see his frustration in the reflection of the glass and by how rigidly he stood. He had showered, and his hair was wet. He’d pulled on a pair of workout pants. It was an interesting look for him. I’d never seen him in anything but suits and on a rare occasion a pair of jeans. “No, I didn’t ask her.” There was a pause. “Fine. I will ask her.”
I felt sick. Who was he talking to, and what more did he want to accuse me of?
He suddenly sensed me and turned to find me staring at him. I shook my head slowly, plugged in my phone, and made the decision to text Elenora later.
“I have to go.” He hung up and followed me out of the kitchen and into the living room, where a specular storm was rolling in. His huge windows gave a panoramic view of acres and acres of land, and it made me feel like I was in a cinema in front of those massive screens.
“I want to talk to you about your visit with Cara.” He didn’t waste any time jumping right in. “Did she ask you about me?”
“Of course she did! She was the one who would help me sneak away to visit you.”
“And what else did she ask?”
“What you did for a living, were we still together. That type of thing.”
“What did you tell her about my job?”
“Nothing, I kept it vague.” I felt my back rise. “What? Did you think I sat there with a family chart and explained how you’re the underboss to one of the biggest syndicates in Italy?” He lifted a shoulder, and I covered my face, wanting to lose my shit. “If you have something to ask me, ask me, Elio!”