Chapter 46

Laura Brando narrating:

I couldn't deny that hiking wasn't my forte, but wondering what Aron had planned made it taste intriguing while feeling Aron's excited eyes watching me climb the trail in that short dress made me wet.

When the top of the mountain finally came into view, I sweatily ran to the top. It was horrifying to look at the height it contained, the chill in my stomach overwhelmed me as my eyes locked onto the view below.

"Are you fascinated by the view?" Aron said, coming up behind me as his lips touched my neck.

"It's beautiful..." I moaned as I lost myself in the feeling of his hands running down my body to my dress, lifting it up.

My hands slid down Aron's neck as he made my breathing become more and more labored, feeling his fingers penetrate me, lightly, sliding through me as his lips proved his desire.

"Do you want to do it here?" I moaned.

"Not here..." Aron said with an aggressive tone, lifting me off the ground so that my legs were entwined behind his back.

He started walking towards the end of the mountain with me on his body, and sat down on the cliff, with me on my back at that height, sitting on his body while my hands asserted themselves on his neck in search of security.

"I didn't say that fear turns you on, doll..." Aron whispered as he bit my neck, making me slide my body over his erection.

Aron was right, fear does turn me on, especially when we're at the top of a cliff where I can feel my fingertips in the open, loose air. Aron's hands pulled hard on my hair as I felt him penetrate me, with my neck thrown back I looked up at the blue sky above us, imagining the height and the risks we were taking, but this only made the intensity run through my body more, and as if all the tension was devouring and exciting inside me, making me want to go harder and harder on Aron, seeing the way his hands made my buttocks crash hard against him.

Feeling the intensity of each hard thrust as I moved up and down his body, my nails pushed him with his back against the grass, lifting him up a little, I knelt with my hips over his erection, sitting coolly, getting aroused every time I realized that if my feet moved back a little, I would fall meters to the ground.

Aron's eyes held no fear of losing me, more excitement at discovering what was driving me crazy. Throwing my hair back, I sat on him again, my knees on the grass forcing my body wildly as my hands squeezed my breasts, and Aron's fingers touched my clit allowing me to feel how lubricated I was.

Pulling me off his body, in a sudden and unromantic movement, Aron put me on all fours, facing the landscape and the height of the cliffs.

"If your arms slip... I won't be able to hold you." Aron whispered as he penetrated me, causing me to let out a scream that echoed across the vast expanse in front of us.

His hands sinking down to my hips while his penetration caused a slight pain in my lower abdomen was the perfect combination for an orgasm, no matter how frightening the hot desire that coursed through me sounded.

Stroking my hair, Aron pulled me back close to him, as if his aggressive, domineering instinct had ceased and he had become just a romantic man taking care of me while the sun began to set and his lips kissed my forehead in a caring tone.

"Laura... will you marry me?" Aron asked, making me lift my face from his chest.

"Really?" I asked, startled.

"Look at everything we've been through to get here... how love has grown between us! There's nothing left for us to prove to each other. You chose to stay when you met the worst version of me..." Aron said without taking his fingers away from my hair.

I wanted to shout yes, that all I want most is to marry Aron, to spend my life by his side. But for some reason, the yes is stuck in my throat while the no I don't know is throbbing to get out through my lips.

Aron looked at me with a look like he was waiting for an answer, and I too was reluctant to understand why uncertainty was inside me. It dominated every part of me.

"Aron..." I began.

"Isn't it Laura?" Aron said, fright in his eyes as his heart feared it was a no.

"Aron, it's not a no... but I don't know if I'm ready to say yes. So quickly."

"We're not getting married tomorrow Laura..."

"I know... I know that." Aron stood up with a look of questioning and sadness as he stared at his cell phone. Leaving an emptiness in my chest as I didn't know what to say to him.

"Jason sent me a message. He wants to see you tonight, okay?" Aron asked me.

"It depends, Aron... it depends. What's the real reason you're sending me to have a night with your brother? With Jason you know..." I shouted, demanding an honest answer from Aron.

But I didn't get one. I was overwhelmed by the feeling of guilt that deserved his silence. As if I had ruined everything, what a fool I had been. Aron had brought me to an incredible place just to fulfill a silly fantasy, he had asked me to marry him. I remember that I proposed to Edgar. But why do I sabotage everything around me? Sometimes I think I'm really just a spoiled hypocrite who likes to sabotage herself because she thinks she doesn't deserve love. If that's really the problem, I'm doing very well to destroy my relationship with Aron.

The silence along the way was horrible, torturing me with every second and every word I had to keep quiet so as not to break it or apologize a thousand times.

"Aren't you going to answer me because I didn't say the yes I wanted to hear?" I asked, seeing Aron about to get out of the car.

"Do you want an honest answer, Laura? I think I just wanted to hear yes to feed my ego. I don't know if what we have is that mutual... so if you want to get into Jason's car and give yourself up to him like you did all month in Milan... be my guest."