Chapter 45
Aron Curry narrating:
While Laura's eyes were only mine and I penetrated her by looking at her, feeling her, seeing the way she gave herself to me on that cold staircase, unraveling the excitement that fear brings her, my excitement was driven away by the same feeling. Laura likes to explore danger, sex with the taste of fear of someone seeing her, but I hate the feeling of danger of losing her once again.
Pulling her hair, I took charge of the situation and penetrated her, feeling double the ecstasy that having sex with her brings me, all the pleasure that feeling her brings me, as if sparks were coming out of the fire that burned between us. But I hated the fact that all that fire was going to be destroyed the very moment I told her what was eating me up.
I loved hugging her after sex, always when I finished with other women who only had to warm up my body for a few hours, I would push them away at that very moment, I would give them contempt after sex, I knew that if I gave them attention at a time when feelings are so vulnerable after having explored every part of their body, it would be a risk of a love I didn't want.
But not with Laura, I love showing her how much I love her body while I'm dominating her and how much I love every detail after I've ejaculated. I love the pleasure of drawing her back with my hands, and the security she gives me in seeing her perfection. I won't leave the mafia, but I swear on my life that I'll never let anyone hurt her, we'll be a team, not like Bonnie and Clyde, but I'll never let us end up like Romeo and Juliet.
"Laura... Jason made me a peace proposal, he wants to spend a night with you, tomorrow night." I said as I watched her changing.
Laura Brando narrating:
Of course Aron agreed to let me spend a night with his brother, selling me out for his ego, but showing his trust in me. For the average person who believes in movie love and has never had their heart broken by an unfaithful man, it may be crude, but for a betrayed woman to see her trust handed over like that, it sounds like proof of love.
After a day in which the twists and turns were screaming in my chest, I needed to shout that I would love for us to move into our new house today. Just so we could dirty that damn spotless floor with our intense love.
"I knew there was something the very moment I crossed the threshold... Your concern sounds like proof of love in my eyes, Aron. As if you were telling me that you love me and are afraid of losing me." I replied. "I'll meet Jason, he wants to make you weak, but now you're holding the hand of a strong woman."
How frightening Aron's compassionate eyes sounded, the mafia had already died inside him, the very moment my body warmed up to him, Aron's coldness was gone, I know he'll never be able to take anyone's life, simply because he now knows how good living can be. And I know how good it feels to be loved. I know all the times he looks at me like I'm some great gift from fate, I just hate that he feels he doesn't deserve me.
What I had with Jason ceased the moment I saw that there was no fair exchange, what made me question between him and Aron was only the way Aron gave me up for business, but deep down, Jason did the same, the only thing I fear about spending a night with him, is the fear Jason creates in me the danger he represents, and ironically, fear leaves me as lubricated as when Aron penetrates me.
As I climbed the stairs, the water fell on my body, the nausea ran through my stomach in a distressing tone of anxiety, as if I wanted to live and be an incredible woman, I had adopted the posture of a housewife, but not like the ones who wait for their husband to come home from work complaining, that would never become a cliché, although the life Aron leads prevents us from living that cloying cliché that is the reason for most divorces, I was more like the housewife who would buy his fights and learn to shoot just to defend herself against Aron's enemies.
"Get ready, I'm taking you somewhere. Aron said with a sad tone, it was obvious that he was mourning the fact that he was handing me over to his twin brother.
Wearing an extremely short dress, I walked down the stairs with difficulty because of my heels.
'' Boy... that dress made you look even hotter, but I'm sorry to tell you that these heels aren't that appropriate for where we're going.
'' And where exactly are we going?'' I asked, lifting up my dress so that Aron could see that I wasn't wearing anything under that short dress.
''Somewhere where it'll be impossible for me to contain myself on the way knowing that you're not wearing anything...'' Aron quipped with a mischievous smile.
Aron Curry narrating:
Parking the car under a tree, looking at the mountain and the trail we were going to climb, Laura looked at me wondering why I was allowing her to wear this dress to climb a trail in the middle of the woods.
"I've brought you some sneakers..." I said in a calm, ironic tone, seeing her questionable countenance as she got out of the car. "Don't look at me like that... you'll understand why I let you come in that dress... and I guarantee that you'll be so wet that I'll see your lubrication dripping down your legs. I whispered in her ear, sliding my finger into her vagina.
How torturous it was to see her walking along the trails with that dress marking her body and making my mind spin with naughty thoughts, knowing that underneath it there was nothing but a dangerous path that I wanted to follow with my tongue, feeling her sweet taste and flavor. My arousal was running through me in such a crazy way that I couldn't contain my erection as I watched her walk in front of me, with a heat burning through my veins.