CHRISTIANO

Twelve

Marco

I didn't think it was this bad. If I had I wouldn't have let her out of my sight. One second she was sitting watching the sun rise and the next she was gone. At first I thought she had resumed her walk and wouldn't notice me follow her. But when I saw her coat and shoes lying there, my first instinct was to jump into the water and save her. She gave me quite the scare. What if I'd left her alone like she wanted me to? Would it have been too late? That thought scares me more than anything ever has, which is saying something. Some part of me wants to go after De Luca and beat his ass for leaving her but the part that's fallen for her is grateful. Carina is one of a kind.

Even though she grew up in this dark world, she didn't let it taint her. She could have become as ruthless, cunning and heartless as Lombardi but she chose to be kind. Stopping the human trafficking that went on in Lombardi's organization isn't something other people would have done. As bad as it is, it's a great source of income for criminals. The likes of Russo and Marino won't stop just because she told them to. I know for a fact they're looking for ways to resume selling those girls. Luckily, at the last meeting we held things got cleared up and although it didn't end well, I am grateful for one thing. The fact that Carina doesn't have to be the head of the Lombardi organization. I'm not one of those men who think women are meant to stay at home and cater for their husbands. But I sure as hell wasn't about to let her take on that kind of responsibility. After Damiano told me who he was, the plan was to let him take over. But then Zarina came out with the truth and now everything is a mess.

Adjusting my arms around her, I walk into the resort, hesitating for a second before heading to my room. I can't leave her alone. What if she tries to find other ways? Her employees are too busy having the time of their lives to realize what's going on with her. And I have a feeling she wouldn't want them to know anything.

"Where are you going? My room is that way" she points towards the opposite direction.

"I know"

"Then where are you taking me?"

"To my room. You need to clean up before your friends wake up and see you like this"

"Like what?"

"In case you haven't noticed, you're a mess Carina. What will you say when they ask why you're like this?"

"The truth"

I stop outside my door, wondering if I've missed something. Maybe she doesn't care what they think of her? Since we're already here, she might as well change her clothes and dry her hair before leaving "Okay, dry yourself before leaving" I tell her opening the door.

"Don't you want to know the truth?"

"Like I said, you don't have to explain anything to me" putting her down in the bathroom, I leave to get her one of my shirts "Why are you still standing there instead of getting in the shower? Your lips are starting to turn blue Carina"

"I... I can't move" of course she can't. Her limbs must be frozen. What was she thinking going into the water like that? I want to yell at her and tell her to come to her senses but I can't. She's vulnerable right now. Moving past her, I fill up the tub. Undressing her is out of the question. I'm a man and I want her. It would be a lie if I say I have honor. That I wouldn't pounce on her given the chance because she doesn't remember anything. Not when I don't want her to ever remember. If it was possible I would do everything in my power to stop her from ever crossing paths with De Luca.

Once there is enough water in the tub, I hesitate again. What if she tries to...

"I was trying to hold my breath underwater in the hopes that the lack of oxygen might kick start my brain. That's all" she says pushing the coat off her shoulders. And before I know it, she's getting out of her jeans.

"So you weren't...." I leave that hanging because her exposed legs are distracting. A few images of where I'd like those shapely legs, flit through my head. I need to step out before she sees a side of me I try to reserve for the whores and strippers who mean nothing to me.

Settling on the bed I ponder on what she said. Trying to kick start her brain? Is she insane or just plain stupid? Whoever told her that would bring her memories back? And why can't she understand that those memories are full of pain and heartache? Did she love De Luca that much? He doesn't deserve it, deserve her. She's too good for him. If I was in his place, I never would have let her leave. I wouldn't be f*****g around with hoes when I have a woman like her to go home to, much less get them pregnant. He should be treating her like.... The sound of the door opening makes me look up. Carina is standing there stark naked. Wet hair falling down her shoulders. The color is back on her face and she looks absolutely stunning. I'm not one to hold myself back. She made the first move, not me. No one will accuse of me taking advantage of her situation because I believe she is of sound health and mind.

Getting up from the bed, I stalk to where she is "Sei bello" I whisper holding her face. She stares up at me without saying anything. Which is fine because this moment is perfect as it is. I lower my head and kiss her. Gently, probing, asking her to open up for me. When she does, I sweep my tongue inside her mouth, kissing her like a starving man. And who says I'm not? I've wanted her for a while now. I regretted letting her leave that day because I didn't want to have any conflicts with Lombardi. She could have been mine, was meant to be but due to my foolishness, I had lost her. Now she's back to where she belongs. In my arms and hell will freeze over before I let her go again.

My hands slide down her shoulders. She puts hers around mine, allowing me access to her body. I want to feel her skin on mine but I don't want to give her time to start doubting her decision "Undress me" it's the only way I can think of to keep her occupied. For some reason, I fear that if I step back, even for a second, she might think this a bad idea and stop. I don't want to stop. While her hands are busy unbuttoning my shirt, mine are on her ass, kneading, squeezing. I can't wait to be inside her. They say it's different, being with someone you like. I've had a lot of girlfriends but I don't remember wanting them the way I want Carina.

"Do you think you'll be done anytime today?" I ask letting her know how impatient I am.

"If you stop moving, yeah"

"Can't promise that" the second my shirt is off, I grab the back of her thighs and lift her up. She instinctively wraps her legs around my waist. Carrying her to bed, I lower her, covering my body with hers "I won't hold back. Not anymore"

"What are you waiting for?"

I only get up to remove my pants and shoes. Then my mouth is back on hers, this time harder, demanding. She's like a drug, slowly making me lose my mind. I don't think my c**k can wait any longer. But I don't want her to think I'm some kid who doesn't know his way around a woman's body. Her needs come before mine. So I move my mouth lower, to her breasts. They are beautiful, full and round. Flicking my tongue out, I lick one of her n*****s and feel elated when she moans. By the time I'm through with her, I want her throat to be sore from screaming my name and her legs incapable of supporting her.

I suck on her t**s like a newborn while my fingers probe her p***y. She's warm, slick and I want to know how she tastes and feels all at once. Patience. I command myself. She's beneath me, writhing and probably as impatient as I am. While I love it, I also admit that I really don't have the patience for foreplay. Not when she's this wet. Later I can explore her body more. Positioning my c**k at her entrance, I thrust into her, reveling in the warmth that's surrounding me.

"Marco..." She says in a strangled voice

"Look at me Carina" her eyes snap open "I want you to keep your eyes on me as I f**k you" I tell her pulling out then slamming back in. I get on my knees and pull her ass closer so that her legs are spread out over mine. She's a snack I wouldn't mind having everyday and different from the whores I'm used to. I can tell her reactions are sincere. In this moment, everything she feels is written on her face and eyes too "Tell me how that feels baby, is it good"

"Harder Chris..." she replies bending her back and I obey her. I move in and out of her fast, increasing the tempo with each thrust. When I feel her inner walls contracting, squeezing me, I use my fingers to help her finish. I'm sane enough to pull out when I c*m and I watch with pleasure as the liquid spurts downs her ass to the bedsheets. Then I drop beside her, pulling her body on top of mine.

"Give me a second and we can go again. This time I'll start with my tongue" she moves a little, the movement causing her breasts to rub against my chest.

"I'm hungry"

"What do you want? I'll order room service"

"I don't know. What do I normally eat?"

"I'm not sure. Why don't you tell me?"

She lifts her head, confusion clear in her eyes "Stop playing dumb Marco. I figured it out already"

"Figurednwhat?"

"That you're my husband you dumbass"

As realization hits, my heart sinks. Her husband? I was willing to overlook her slip of the tongue earlier because I thought I could make her forget him. Purge him from her body and mind completely. So that even when she gets her memories back, it wouldn't matter. But she's saying she was with me because she thought I was her husband? Not because she developed any feelings for me? Any man in my place would let her continue thinking that. Maybe to buy themselves time or because they're selfish, I don't know. What I do know is that my feelings for her wouldn't let me take advantage of her. I have the power to keep her friend's mouths shut but I won't use it.

God knows how much I want to do that "I'm not your husband Carina"

"You can't fool me. I had this dream about saying I do and then you show up and treat me the way you do. Why would anyone be so patient with me? Take me to dinner or send breakfast up to my room?"

"Because I like you. That's why"

"Like me?" She squeals, scrambling away from me "What are you saying? We're married Marco"

"No we're not"

"Then... Then.... It was a dream? I was mistaken?"

"You are married Carina. Just not to me"

"What?"

"Christiano De Luca is your husband"

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Way to go Marco. Why don't you tell her everything so she can go running back to him. Like what is wrong with this guy?

With the way Chris is behaving, I'm team Marco right now. Who's with me?