Chapter 50 - Yours, Daddy.

The Next Day

ROSALINE

"Oh my!" My eyes brightened up as we alighted from the helicopter.

We were in a clearing but all around us, we were surrounded by woods.

"This place looks beautiful" I whispered to myself as Russo grabbed my hand.

"Let's go"

There was a car ready in front of us and Russo pulled open the car door for me. I sat in and he got in, turning on the car.

After about a five minutes drive, we were in front of a majestic mansion in the middle of the woods.

"We are here"

"This is beautiful!"

The mansion looked like it was meant to be here. Right in the middle of the woods was where it was meant to be.

"No, you are more beautiful" Russo wrapped his arms around my waist.

"You love flattering me"

"I do but you know you are beautiful, right?"

"I guess I know" I smiled as he kissed my shoulder.

He picked the bags out.

"Since when did you own this place?" I asked as we walked towards the main door.

"I bought the island about four years ago" he replied.

"I will have your data on the door security when we get settled down" he said as the door scanned his face and clicked open.

Inside the mansion was another type of beauty on its own. It felt cool and had a relaxing atmosphere.

"We will be here till my birthday, right?" I asked, turning to Russo.

"Definitely" he affirmed and my smile grew wider.

How would I spend my birthday here?

"Well, if I am going to be here for my birthday and not with my friends, then what are we going to do for my birthday?"

"A lot" he leaned in and I felt a soft blush creeping up my cheeks.

"A whole lot" he kissed my lips and heavens knew I was ready to deepen the kiss when he pulled away.

"C'mon, I will show you to our room."

There was something about 'our room' that made me feel all warm and fuzzy inside.

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"And this is the kitchen..." Russo let me in and walked in after me.

"I will do the cooking for us and have the chef come over when I don't want to." He added and I folded my arms with a small pout.

"I could do the cooking when you don't feel like" I said, raising my head. He chuckled and took a step close to me, he hooked a finger under my chin and raised my face up so I could look into his eyes.

"Something tells me I can't very much trust your cooking skills" he had a small smirk on his face as he said the words.

"Russo..." I grumbled.

"It's not five years ago. I have gotten better at cooking"

Yes, I had created a disaster of a meal when I tried cooking five years ago.

"I see" the smirk remained as he pulled away from me.

"I really have. You don't believe me? I will do the cooking tonight" I stated firmly. I wasn't a pro at cooking but I could do just fine at it.

"I believe you"

"You don't. I will prove myself to you but how good are you exactly at cooking?" I questioned, raising my chin. There was a chance he could only cook a few dishes.

"I am as good as cooking as I am at fucking..." He said the words so plainly and I felt the top of my ears redden.

"Really?" I asked.

"Really."

"That would be impressive then." I mumbled as he put a hand around my waist.

"Look at me" his voice cooed and I looked up at him, already feeling hot.

Fuck! Weren't we here to fuck anyways? So why was I feeling a bit shy and somewhat nervous?

"How good do you think you are at cooking?" He asked me.

"About as good as I fuck too?" My voice had thinned and my gaze drifted to his lips. His gaze drifted to mine too and the want in his eyes was undeniable until he suddenly groaned. He let go of me and pulled away. He faced the counter and I tucked my hair behind my ears.

"Are we going to start cooking right now?" I asked but there was no response as he remained facing the counter.

"Russo?" I called softly, my brows arching.

I moved closer to him and placed a hand on his back.

"Russo, are you okay?" I asked but he just groaned and palmed his face.

"Is anything wrong?" My hand moved to his shoulder and I had barely settled my hand on his shoulder when he suddenly grabbed me, picked me up, dropped me on the counter and kissed me.

I felt my heart pounding at how fast it had all happened. His kiss was harsh and possessive as his tongue licked my lips and his lips sucked on mine with an almost danger ferocity.

My body eased and I wrapped my arms around him quickly. I reciprocated his kiss, kissing him back hard until I couldn't meet up with the pace of his kisses.

I thought I had witnessed the harshest and most mind-blowing of his kisses but this was proving me so wrong.

His tongue was in my mouth, intertwined with my tongue as his hands roamed my body as if he couldn't get enough of me. As if he could never get enough of me.

His tongue left my mouth and licked my lips, sending my pussy dripping as he took control of my mouth once again, sucking on my lips and moving a hand into my hair.

He tugged at my hair, letting it out of the low ponytail I had held it up in. His fingers swiftly moved between my hair, pulling it before he broke the kiss.

We were both breathing heavily and wanting more. I was totally out of breath and as my gaze met with the ferocious gaze in his eyes, I felt my heart skip multiple beats.

"Why do I want you this much?" He groaned, gripping my hair into a fist. The look in his eyes looked wild and unhinged.

"Why do I crave you so fucking much? This is fucking unhealthy, Love"

I felt my heart beat harder. He just called me Love. It was the same as him calling me Cara but Cara always felt like just my name. This... This...

He tugged lightly at my hair making me raise my chin up and reveal my throat to him. He kissed and nipped at my throat.

"I want you too much, Cara. Let's end this after this trip. Let's put an end to it before this addiction turns into an obsession that even I cannot curtail. Let's end this after your birthday."