through, my body is exhausted, but I can't sleep. My mind races with everything that happened today and all that Orlando told me. My future is dependent on what I do next.
Everything is different. I can finally make choices about my future. Before, all I wanted was to go to school and have a slice of freedom. I got that and loved it, but the thought of going back doesn't sit well with me, not one bit. So, where does that leave me? Do I want to leave Orlando and the mafia life behind?
Staying with him means staying in this life, but I know I’d have more freedom than most mafia wives. What about my feelings for him? Would I ever feel this way about another man? I doubt it.
I know what Orlando did came from a good place. I can't imagine being married into the horrible family that kidnapped me. The way they talked to each other and how ugly they were around other people. Orlando can be cold, but he treats his men with respect.
If I don't choose Orlando, do I return to my dad and let him pick another marriage for me? I'm no longer a virgin, so I'm considered damaged goods. I can only imagine the type of union that would get me.
I don't know how long I lie there and ponder my choices, but every little noise makes me jump. An animal outside, a creak in the house, water dripping in the bathroom.
It hits me then. I haven't been alone like this since I was locked in my tower. Even at school, my roommate and the guards were in the room and nearby. When I came here, I was with Orlando from day one, not that there was anywhere else I wanted to be.
Why am I lying here alone when the one I want to be with is right next door? Probably not sleeping, but keeping watch over me. Was there ever any question about what I was going to do? I just needed to process it all.
Getting up, I sneak over to the door and crack it open. One of Orlando's men is at the foot of the stairs, and he watches me but says nothing. I give him a shy smile and close the door behind me. Then open the door to Orlando's room and peer in.
It's dark, but light spills in from outside, and I see him in bed. The door squeaks as I open it, and Orlando turns toward me.
Neither of us says anything as I make my way to the bed and get in with him. He's lying in the middle on his back, so it's easy to slip in and curl up to him. He wraps an arm around me, holding me tight.
Quietly, with neither of us speaking, I lie with him as his body heat comforts me, and soon sleep takes over.
When I open my eyes again, daylight fills the room. A glance at Orlando shows he’s still sleeping, and we haven’t moved much in the night. I’m still curled into his side, and he's holding me tight.
And he’s hard. I planned to tell him I’d chosen him, but I guess it couldn't hurt to show him. I slide down the bed, careful not to wake him. Then I tug the sheets and his boxer briefs with me until his big, hard cock is exposed.
Making sure he's still asleep, I gently grip the base of his cock and suck the tip into my mouth. Then I slowly begin working him in and out as I take more of his length each time.
His eyes remain closed, but he groans as I take him deep in my throat. That's when his hand grips my hair, and I look up to find him awake and watching me.
But he doesn't stop me, so I continue, my breasts brushing against his thighs, sending shivers to my core. The power of having his pleasure in my control makes me wet and so damned turned on. Even though I want to climb him and ride out our climaxes, I want to give him this, too.
I pull away long enough to murmur, "I chose you."
His grip on my hair tightens as I try to take him back into my mouth, and he pulls me off him. "Get up here so I can show you exactly what choosing me means."
I crawl up the bed, and he crushes his lips to mine, flipping me onto my back. He moves down the bed this time, taking my sleep shorts with him.
He wedges himself between my thighs, spreading me wide and wrapping his arms around my thighs as he looks up at me. "Being mine means you’ll wake up with me between your legs every morning."
He leans in and runs his tongue along my slit to my clit, making my body jerk at the sudden pleasure. "It also means you’ll always come first, and on that, I won't budge."
Then he starts lapping at me like I'm an expensive steak dinner and he hasn't eaten in months. He knows how to work my body and brings me to the brink of climax within minutes. Then, he stops. I'm breathing hard and on the edge of release, but I know begging won't help. He wants to drive me crazy, and I want him to because I know the reward will be all that much better for it.
His eyes meet mine as he latches on to my clit and does that magic trick with his tongue that sends me over the edge. My back arches and fire shoots through my blood, but he doesn’t let up. He watches my soul leave my body and then crash back down to Earth.
"You will always come first." He smirks and kisses his way up my body.
I know without even asking that we won't make it out of bed today. And maybe not even tomorrow.