The Mafia's Woman

Chapter 10

-Camilla-

Sweat drips from my body and I grab the towel to wipe my head. Norman my spar partner today gives me a bottle of water.

"Good workout." He tells me and I nod before I drink a sip of water.

"I needed it." I'm panting. He laughs. "You know I can do other things to change your mind?" he winks. I do my best not to spit out my water. I shake my head.

"No Norman." I answer. He shrugs.

"You can't blame me for trying." I shake my head again and put the towel on my neck. "Ah, my next appointment is here." Norman nods to the door.

"If you change your mind, you know where to find me." He winks again and walks away from me. Asshole.

And maybe even more of an Asshole because he's right. I do need something else. But that's something he can't give me.

For weeks I've been thinking about just one person. I turn around and immediately stop walking. My eyes fall on the muscular tattooed chest in front of me. My breath stops in my throat. His hands land on my hips and keep me from falling over. I look up, he's bigger than I am. I'm not a little girl myself and have height, but I love that there are men who are taller than me. His brown eyes glisten and the smirk on his face says nothing good.

"Are you here to see me Baby?" he asks.

I wish I could say that I didn't have to blush, that I didn't feel any of his touch, but that's a lie.

I blush and my body reacts to his hands.

I consider myself lucky to have a towel on, over my breasts, because I'm sure my n*pples are hard right away.

"no I'm boxing here." I answer, as stable as possible, but even I hear the uncertainty in my voice. He smirks again. That damn smirk.

"Marcello, are we still going to train or not!?" I hear Norman, Marcello ignores him and I feel someone come to stand next to us.

"Need help Cam?" I look up at Norman and shake my head.

"No, thanks, I can take care of myself very well." I answer. Marcello stays focused on me.

"I have to go." I tell him. He f*cking smirks again

"You can always stay and keep watching baby." He answers. He leans forward and kisses my cheek. Then he lets go of me and walks with Norman to the ring, where, without gloves, he spars with Norman.

And again I would like to say that I left, but that is again a lie.

I stayed and I watched. Marcello is so muscular and every blow is given perfectly. With each blow you see his muscles tightening, his legs are large and just as muscular. I already knew this, I shared a wonderful night with the man. But now seeing him sparring with Norman, it feels like I'm in a trance. This man is so full of surprises, according to Jenna he is an architect. But this is the most dangerous and sexiest architect I've ever seen.

He breathes dangerousness right now. Norman sweats as much as Marcello and a number of times Norman has to take a step back to stay balanced. Marcello has a powerful kick and Norman groans. I see that they stop and quickly I turn around. I grab my bag from the ground and quickly walk away.

Before Marcello realizes that I have stayed and watched.

I walk towards the dressing room and feel a hand around my waist and one over my mouth.

"It's me, no screaming." He lets go of my mouth and turns me around.

"I thought you had to leave?" his eyebrow goes up.

"Yes, I need to take a shower." I answer. He smiles, and god damn it, that smile. "Me too." Before I can say anything, he pulls me into another dressing room.

We are the only ones and he locks the door.

"Hey!" I shout and frown at him. He turns to me "What? You know how a lock works, if you want to get out you can go." He answers and he walks to the large wall where the showers hang next to each other.

He turns one open and pulls the shirt off over his head, it lands on the floor. Then he takes off his sports pants and boxer and gets in the shower.

The water over him and he runs a hand through his hair and then over his face.

"Do you stay there with your mouth open? I thought you had to take a shower." He laughs.

I should leave. I should turn around and walk away, but my body has a completely different plan and I take off my sports bra over my head, the still cool air in the dressing room blows past my breasts. I drop the bra and see that Marcello is looking at me, his eyes full of lust and need. I take off my leggings, which is anything but sexy because of the sweat and sticking to my body, but if I can believe Marcello he thinks very differently.

His body full alert. His d*ck hard and he grabs it and pumps up and down a number of times. I walk to the other side of the wall and open the shower. The shower furthest from Marcello. When the water is warm I step under it and I feel even more warmth against my back.

Two Hands on my hips and he moves me forward. My hands are against the wall to stop myself when he presses against me. His lips end up on my neck where he kisses and bites.

"Marcello." I whisper, that's all I can do. His hands caress up my stomach to my breasts. My n*pples still know how good it was and they get painfully hard. He takes them both between his fingers and rolls them through his fingers and squeezes them. A moan leaves my lips and Marcello chuckles.

He turns me around and pushes my back against the cold wall. When I gasp, his mouth falls over mine and he attacks my tongue. Automatically I wrap my arms around his neck and grab his hair to gently pull on it. He pulls on my lip and then kisses along my jaw to my neck. His finger slides between my legs and he knows exactly where to go, when he finds my cl*t and circles.

When I moan he bites my ear "shh, Baby, those moans are just for me to hear." He whispers on my neck.

"God Marcello!" I lean my head back and his finger slides inside me. One and then two. The tension in my stomach starts to build up and I bite my lip to stop myself from screaming. When I almost come I lean forward and bite his shoulder, which dampens my moans. My legs are shaking and I see stars. My breathing goes in all directions and when I think my legs can't hold me anymore, Marcello holds me up.

"F**k, I missed you." He whispers and he kisses my forehead. I don't know what to say, still out of breath. We only let go of each other when he takes soap, after which we wash each other and if I want to go to my knees he stops me.

"No d*ck for you now baby." He answers sternly. I raise my eyebrow and he smirks.

"That's right." He kisses my forehead. "I decide that." He turns off the shower and grabs one of the gym towels that he wraps around me. With my mouth open, I look at him. Not knowing what to do with this.

"Dress yourself Baby, I'll make sure you get something to eat." He winks. "Food." He throws in the towel in the laundry basket and from his bag he takes a boxer that he puts on. He comes walking back to me and takes the towel from my hands and dries my body.

"What are you doing?" I ask in amazement. He looks up. "I'll take care of your Baby. Well get dressed, food and then you can have my d*ck for as long as you want." He slaps my ass and walks to his bag. "On one condition." He turns back and I stop drying my hair. "My d*ck only goes into your mouth when I eat your p*ssy." He winks.

I feel my cheeks color and my body has a desire again. A desire that I already know is going to break my heart. I walk to my bag to put on my clothes. Marcello is ready and his phone rings.

"Hey... Yes, I landed this morning... Italy... wait a minute." He holds a hand over the phone and turns to me.

"I have to call outside. Are you okay? Do you want me to wait here?" he asks. I shake my head.

"Do your phone thing." I answer. He walks up to me in a few steps and grabs my chin to look up at him. "This is just the beginning Baby, I'm not getting out of here to walk away. I'm waiting outside for you. This" He holds up the phone "Is just business." He kisses my lips and with a tap to my ass he is gone.