Mi Carino - Risky Love Page 17

  “I’m not your father Marcella.”

  “That’s for sure,” she chuckled. “My mom says he loved her. I doubt you feel anything but lust for me. Oh and for the record Richard followed me home. I didn’t invite him into your house he just showed up.”

  As soon as the accusation slipped from her mouth she regretted it. Diego didn’t flinch. He studied her for a long uncomfortable pause. Maybe she shouldn’t have had the third glass of wine.

  “Money, the root to all evil.” Marcella shook her head, then emptied the wine into her mouth and eyed the bottle for another glass.

  “I apologize for being rich, Marcella.”

  “That’s not what I mean and you damn well know it,” she mumbled.

  “Then what do you mean?”

  “Oh so you care to know what I think? Wanna have a conversation? An equal exchange? Or do you want to fuck me under the table so I’ll behave,” she asked, sitting back.

  “Yes, beautiful I care. Tell me what makes you really angry with me Marcella. Is it what we’ve shared or the fact you’ve enjoyed it too much? Do you think you should be angry with me to prove you’re strong?”

  “I think you’re arrogant because you’re insecure. I’m sorry if that offends you but I do. I think you’re controlling because you’re a coward.” Her gaze dropped away, her courage slowly slipping under his unblinking, narrowed stare. She touched the stem of her glass. “Maybe it’s in your past.” Her eyes lifted to his. “In the movies it’s always about some deep dark secret in the heroes past.”

  “So I’m a hero?”

  “To somebody maybe you are.”

  “To you?”

  Marcella looked away from the table. Her little rant made no sense. She had made peace with their fight. She even enjoyed the makeup sex. Hell she even enjoyed the rough sex. Or had she? She wasn’t sure who he was to her anymore. The illusion of some great love affair had lost its luster. She felt raw, unhinged, and it wasn’t the wine. Part of her cared for him, deeply. She might even have fallen in love with him if he hadn’t shown her the dark side of his soul.

  “I’ve made a grave error with you Marcella, pushed you too far, too soon.”

  “You did it on purpose,” she said choking down the emotion clogging her throat. Her gaze returned to him. “Yes, I think it’s something in your past that makes you so hot and cold with me. That’s why you conveniently never mention where you’re from, or anything about your family. Somewhere along the line you lost control because of a woman. It makes you fearful of trusting me. Seeing me with Richard wasn’t about me violating you, it’s about you not being able to control me.”

  The cold tense way he glared made it evident that not many people in his life gave it to him straight. Her chest felt tight with anxiety. And that infuriated her. When did she become the ‘U type’ of girl is what she wanted to know. “How did you know Richard was in the house? You’re watching me, aren’t you?”

  “And if I am? I had hoped I could trust you. You disappointed me.”

  “Well that makes two of us. Why give me a key if you’re going to play these games with trust? You get off on this? I want some answers. Time for the truth. Why did you come to Delgado? Who are you really?” The pitch of her voice reached its highest level, coming off as a squeak.

  “A business matter.”

  “See. You won’t tell me anything.”

  “I’ve shown you everything,” he said.

  Marcella sighed. “I think you’re crazy and I’m beginning to…to like crazy. That’s what I think.” She lifted the bottle and poured wine in her glass.

  Diego leaned forward. “If you’re so miserable with me Marcella you are free to go. I won’t stop you.”

  And there it was. Truth or dare. This time she’d take truth. She wasn’t miserable, just lonely with him. Because as much as she cared for him she knew she might never know who he truly was—until the next time he lost control. Passion and sex would be the only thing between them. Nothing more.

  “I think you’re smart, beautiful, the most challenging woman I’ve ever met. I only offer control Marcella so that you can let go of yours. You want my trust, then earn it by giving me what I want.”

  She scoffed. “Did I mention you were a jerk too?”

  He smiled, ignored the barb. “Here is what I think. Before me you controlled everything, no? With me you control nothing. That tempts you.”

  “Okay, I’ve heard enough,” she snapped.

  “I’m not done,” he said flatly. “That’s what excites you, right? The fact that I’m in control, it gives you an excuse to blame your actions on me. You liked the spanking I gave you. I was buried inside of you. I could feel…”

  “Stop it!”

  “No. You like that I’ll give you a spanking when you deserve it, fuck you when you’ve earned it, take care of you when you need it. Am I right?”

  “Crazy. Loco!” She said shaking her head. “I don’t know if I should throw my wine in your face or laugh my head off,” she mumbled. “Crazy.”

  Diego smiled. “Sí, loco. Let’s face it Marcella right now we bring something to each other that we need. I think we don’t have to explain it. Just acknowledge it’s there.”

  Marcella looked up again, her knot of frustration coiling even tighter to the center of her chest. He said all of that to say nothing, always nothing. “A relationship, Diego. That’s what I want to discuss. What kind this one is and set some boundaries. We’re moving toward a relationship, right? Surely they have them in Colombia?”

  He let go a throaty laugh. His eyes sparkled with amusement. Marcella didn’t see the humor. She didn’t break a smile. He sat back but that arrogant smile never left his face. “How’s the lobster?”

  “Delicious, thank you,” she said with an eye roll.

  “What else is bothering you?”

  “Nothing, nothing,” she mumbled.

  “Well, we aren’t going home.”

  “What?”

  “We’re going to a show.”

  “Okay.”

  “Opera, in Chicago.”

  “When?”

  “Now.” He rose from his seat.

  “I can’t go to Chicago it’s...”

  “It’s Saturday. We can see a show and stay in a nice hotel, then be back in time for you to go to work on Monday. Perfect.”

  Diego reached for her hand. She looked at his upturned palm, then up to his dreamy eyes. Sighing, she pushed back in her chair and accepted it. Diego pulled her to him in front of all the diners and the wait staff. “I plan to make you believe, Marcella.”

  “Believe in what? You?” she asked, breathless, his body pressed to hers, his arms around her. “That’s easy, Diego. Just tell me who you are?”

  “I’d rather show you.”

  The light dinged and blinked off. Diego unfastened his seatbelt. Marcella sat close, but there really was no need. The private jet had the most comfortable reclining seats, made from the softest leather she’d ever felt.

  “Comfortable?” he asked.

  “I don’t like to fly.” She admitted, her white knuckled grip to the sides of her seat and pale wide-eyed look gave evidence of her terror.

  “Really?”

  “Yes. I-I-I got a fear of heights, remember?” she plied her fingers off the armrest and closed the airplane window shade next to her.

  “Ah yes. It’s only because you don’t know the pleasures to be found in the sky.” He whispered against her ear. “Have you ever made love in the clouds?”

  “I think I’m going to throw up. Excuse me.” She unfastened her belt and pushed out past his knees to the aisle. He looked on concerned as she half ran, half stumbled away. She charged into the compact bathroom. Head bowed over the sink she then became gripped with chest seizures as she gagged and dry heaved. The lobster dinner churned in her stomach but thankfully nothing came up.

  Hot moisture gathered between her breasts and under her arms. No one could get her on a plane. Not her mother, not
Susan, not Garrett, no one. Diego made a single request then here they were jet setting off without complaint?

  Marcella’s knees buckled. She gripped the edge of the sink to keep from slipping to the floor. A wave of vertigo hit her just from the perceived height. She weaved side to side in her designer gown.

  “Marcella, are you alright?”

  “I can’t do it. Land the plane please. I don’t like it. I don’t want to.”

  He joined her. The cramped space barely offered enough room for the two of them. His hand went for her arm and she jumped. “Do it!! I want to go home!” she shrieked.

  “It’s okay. It’s a panic attack. Just turn to me. Come to me,” he said.

  Marcella shook him off. Suddenly his touch was stifling, the small bathroom smaller and the air too thick to breathe. “Please, Diego, please. I’m begging you. Please land the fucking plane!”

  He held her face and she shut her eyes tightly. She knew terror, but she didn’t realize how terrified she was until now since she would never get on a damn plane to find out. In all her years struggling with minor bouts of anxiety, she was having a full-fledged anxiety attack now.

  “Listen to me, bonita, listen.”

  Marcella tried. She tried hard to listen but the pounding of her heart made it difficult. He rubbed his thumb over her cheekbones. “It’s okay,” he said and kissed her tears away. “Are you listening?”

  She nodded.

  “You’re fine. Safe. I would never do anything to harm you. The odds of us crashing are greater than you winning the lottery.”

  “Greater?” she gasped.

  “No. No. I mean lesser.”

  Marcella groaned.

  The pressure in her heart lessened. Her eyes opened and Diego’s smile greeted her. He kissed her lips, pressed his forehead to hers and held her face. “I will protect you. I apologize. I was wrong when I said you had to earn my trust. It is I who has to earn yours. Can we learn together? Give me the chance. Trust me. I won’t let you down.”

  Marcella acknowledged his offer of comfort with the closing of her eyes. The normal rhythm to her heart restored and her breathing regulated. She knew it wasn’t in her head. She believed she could trust him. He stood there for eternity it seemed, waiting for her to calm down. Diego didn’t speak. Silence in that moment became a welcomed change since she needed quiet. He stood still, because she needed everything to be perfectly still. As sudden as the fear came so did the calm. Soon she responded rationally. Her eyes opened. “I’m okay now.”

  “Yes you are beautiful. The best type of love is love in the clouds. Es importante que tu te relajes.”

  “I don’t understand.”

  “I said it is important that you relax.”

  Diego took her hand. She felt a surge of strength pass through his palm into hers. Obediently, she allowed him to lead her out into the narrow hall then to another door at the back of the jet. A small comfortable cabin equipped with a full sized bed awaited them. She didn’t feel as compartmentalized in the room as she did in her seat. She could breathe. She sucked in a deep breath and released it slowly. Diego’s hands were on the back of her dress. She felt her zipper ease down.

  “What are you doing?”

  “I want to make love to you.”

  “Here? Now? On a plane? Isn’t that against the law or something?”

  Diego chuckled. She gripped the front of her dress holding it to her. “What about the Opera? I thought.”

  “We can clean up afterwards. Let me show you why flying isn’t a bad thing.”

  Marcella froze. Every detail of the room became clearer, brighter. She wondered if this was one of ‘his’ places for these ‘types’ of conquests. What did it matter now? She’d already danced closed to the flame. She released the front of her dress. It slipped gently to the floor. He cupped both of her breasts from behind her and squeezed. “There, tell me this doesn’t feel good?” He breathed against her ear, flicked his tongue at her lobe. His voice was lower, softer and way too sexy to deny him anything.

  “Ye-yes,” she exhaled. He turned her nipples between his thumb and forefinger until they were deliciously tight. A sharp stimulus of arousal poured through her chest warming her all over. He was right, it felt so good. Suddenly her excitement and anxiety mixed with something else and it kept her skin and pussy tingling. It was a new unexplored feeling she couldn’t name.

  Diego kissed her shoulder lovingly. “Better, isn’t it?”

  One hand ran down her flat abdomen. The other tugged at the side band of her g-string, pulling it down the curve of her hip.

  “I love making up with you Marcella.”

  The flimsy panty drifted down her thighs and dropped past her knees. He lifted one hand to cup her chin and put the other between her thighs. He stroked and rubbed her pussy. Muscles shaking, inside and out, she succumbed to a double whammy of sensation from the insertion of his finger. Marcella’s lids closed as his finger play instructed the rhythm of her moving hips. Ripples of pleasure went through her, pushing the air again from her lungs.

  “It’s the altitude, sexy, the cabin pressure, your fear, and my hunger for you that you feel.” He slipped a second finger in her and she thought her heart would explode.

  “Feel that?”

  She nodded, no longer able to be verbal.

  He turned her, removing his fingers. Marcella’s feet were tangled in her dress. She sat down on the bed because her legs were so shaky. Diego picked up her dress and placed it neatly on the hook to the back of the door. He then removed his suit jacket and his vest, including the gold pocket watch.

  “Diego?”

  “Yes, love.”

  “That watch, the antique one. It’s nice. Where did it come from?”

  He continued to undress before her. His expression fierce and a little predatory, but her question remained unanswered. Marcella sighed in disappointment. She took the time to admire his body once more, to collect her breath, and the courage to not back down no matter the charge of emotions rushing through her. The adrenaline pumping through her veins washed out all traces of fear.

  “That’s better. Keep looking in my eyes, while I make love to you,” he said as he moved toward her.

  “Love?” Marcella asked.

  “Yes, it’s what I feel each time I touch you.”

  “Are you in love with me?” She pushed herself back and he positioned her on the bed, his long erection between them. His body completely covered hers. She lowered into the pillows, suddenly feeling the turbulence shake the cabin. “Oh God.” She wheezed.

  “Shhh… bonita, it’s only my passion for you.”

  “No it’s wind pockets hitting the jet. Could it make us crash?”

  “No, no, we won’t crash, I promise.” He kissed her nipple then her shoulder.

  Marcella relaxed. She kept her eyes closed and the bed sheets in her clenched fists. All the while soft sweet kisses were pressed into her skin, and hands caressed her intimately.

  “No. No. Sweetheart. You will look at me while I make love to you.”

  She opened her eyes.

  “Good girl. Now touch me, Marcella,” he said, his eyes roaming over her. She reached between them and let her fingers go through the thick pubic hair to his thickly veined shaft. It bulked in her hand. Her fingers closed around it and began stroking. The pleasure mirrored in his eyes.

  “Aye…eso se siente bien,” Diego moaned. Dropping his head, to her forehead they kept their eyes trained on each other. Marcella released the breath she held since the turbulence began. She sighed over the feel of his lips over her skin and creamed herself when the side of his face brushed hers. Stroking him harder and harder, she couldn’t help but angle her head to feel his warm breath across her cheekbone. When his gentle kiss became too much she turned her face away, but he sought her mouth, giving her another deep probing kiss. All the while she continued stroking him like she knew he enjoyed. She held fast to his cock as he arched his back for better position.
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br />   “Inside, I want to be inside of you,” he groaned.

  Marcella understood, opening her thighs, lifting her hips, she guided his cockhead to her opening. Her hand moved as he made his descent. She gripped his back tightly. Not since he laid her upon the bed and parted her legs did she anticipate the kind of rapture that ripped through her pelvis when he thrust into her.

  Marcella clawed his back, her sanity loosening. Such a head rush, akin to freefalling. Her legs cinched around his hips and Diego drilled into her never taking his eyes from hers. She barely blinked as he ravished her below. Hard jerky thrusts rocked through her, and the plane again jostled through another pocket of turbulence.