Page 30 of The Sicilian's Obsession
Katima
Arturo's family was wonderful. Angela brought out a dessert called flan, and it was delicious. I probably should've been embarrassed by the excitement on my face from the food I was eating, but his family really made me feel welcome. I wasn't even offended when Julio was grilling me. Arturo put a stop to it, but I didn't mind. Clearly, his family cared about him. I wished I had someone like that in my life.Maybe Arturo could be that person.I shook off the thought, but I knew it was going to linger in the back of my mind. The women helped clear the table along with me, and the men went to watch a late game on the television. I had never had this. My mom died long before we could do things like be together as a family, and I didn't have any siblings. It was lonely if I thought hard about it. I mean, I didn't even have any friends. Was that because I isolated myself or because it was hard to get close to me? I guess I could blame my father. He paid people to be in my life, making it harder to trust people who would approach me.
"So, Katima, tell me about yourself," Ma said as we started on the dishes together. I could tell Arturo's sisters were listening in closely. I took a deep breath. I could do this. Arturo had brought me to meet his family. That meant something. At least it did in my book.
"There isn't much to tell. Growing up, it was just dad and me, so I'm not really used to family gatherings."
Ma nodded her head in understanding. "We have a big family. Arturo has never brought someone to meet me, so that must mean you're special."
I grinned a little at the thought of being special to someone. Then I shook the notion out of my head. We barely knew each other. "No, I'm just his client and this is close to the safe house, I believe."
Ma frowned at me as she handed me a plate to dry. Then I handed it to Angela to put away. "Don't tell me you believe that."
I nodded my head yes sheepishly. I knew he'd said his mom had been hounding him to bring someone, so I figured he was killing two birds with one stone.
"Arturo isn't like that," Angela butted in. She was defensive because he was her brother. I never felt like that about anyone before. For once, I wished I had siblings so I could understand where their loyalty came from.
"He can be sweet, so I worried he was just trying to be that for me," I clarified.
Angela snorted. "Arturo isn't sweet at all. Gruff, surly, a total asshole, yeah."
Ma reached over and smacked her in the back of her head. "Watch your mouth, niña." She scolded with her whole body, arms crossed, hip popped out and a scowl on her face that I would assume only moms have. Angela ducked her head, muttering a sorry. I giggled in my hand at their dynamics. Clearly, Angela was a grown woman, but Ma was still putting her foot down at having a potty mouth. A strong arm wrapped around my waist and pulled me toward a hard body. I smelled Arturo's musk and melted into him. He nuzzled the top of my head and I held back a smile.
"Ma, we have to get to the safe house early tomorrow, so I'm stealing Katima."
Ma nodded and motioned for us to go. We headed upstairs and Arturo led me to the room I assumed I was staying in for the night. He clicked the door closed behind himself, his eyes hooded, not showing his emotions.
"Did you have fun tonight?" His gruff voice sounded deeper and harsher in the silence. I nodded, lost for words. Was he mad at me? Arturo started unbuttoning his shirt, staring at me. I was a little confused.
"Are you staying in here too? Should I leave?"
"Well, it is my bedroom," Arturo said on a laugh.
"Oh, well, where did you want me to stay?"
Arturo gave me a heated look. "Right beside me."
I felt deep flutters in my belly and held back a wanton moan. No one had ever wanted me like Arturo did. He stalked toward me and helped me out of my top. Kissing lightly down my neck, he forced tiny moans out of my mouth. He pulled my pants off and left my underwear. I thought he was taking his time, but before I knew it, he had lifted me in the air. One leg draped over each of his muscled arms, my back hit the wall. His pants had dropped to his ankles and he wasn't wearing boxers, which left his throbbing cock rubbing across my aching lips. I panted and tried to keep it down, but one look at his harsh features, the sheer concentration on his face, the heat in his eyes and I lost it, letting out a loud moan.
Arturo cut that moan off with his mouth, slanting it over mine. He pulled away to gasp, "You drive me crazy, Katima. I want to feel you come all over my cock. Can you do that, baby girl? I'm holding on by a thread; give it to me."
I couldn't speak. I couldn't think. I was overpowered by him. This man, he was everything. My core clenched just as I clamped down on him. His answering groan was just what I needed—so close. He smacked my clit and I shot off, causing him to thrust faster. My head was banging on the wall and I doubted very seriously we were keeping anything down at this point.
"Mine. Mine," Arturo was snarling into my neck. His hot cum splashed inside my walls and I felt the tremors running up and down his back. Panting, we stumbled backwards onto the bed. I was draped across Arturo's chest, content and satiated.
"Sorry. I wanted to last longer, but seeing you around my family just lit a fire in me."
I giggled into his chest. Being with Arturo had really changed me. I wasn't as afraid to put myself out there or to make conversations. I probably wouldn't be able to look his ma in the eye in the morning, though. His whole family probably heard us going at it. The anxiety that sat like a lead ball in the middle of my chest wasn't as heavy as it was before. Arturo rolled me off him and trotted naked to the attached bathroom. He came out with a washcloth. It was warm, and he wiped between my legs, causing me to tremor with lingering effects from the powerful orgasm I had received at his hands. If someone had told me a few weeks ago I would be shacked up with the head security on my team, I wouldn't have believed them. This wasn't something I did. After Arturo walked away from me, I felt like I was spiraling. I probably should have asked him why my being a virgin had caused such a reaction from him, but right now I didn't want to bring up old shit. I just wanted to bask in the contentment I felt from being with him. We could hash out everything else sometime later. I snuggled into a pillow, Arturo's arm slung over my body as he pressed against me from behind and fell asleep.
The next morning, we rushed out. I blushed when I spoke to his ma, who shot me a knowing grin. Seemed like she didn't have a problem with me being with her son under her roof. I wasn't touching that with a ten-foot pole, though. We drove about fifteen minutes outside the city and pulled up to a nondescript house. There was nothing about it that screamed safe house. It looked average. A bit on the small side, but nothing that screamed hidden client. We went in and Arturo showed me the living room and bedroom before he went into the office there. He had explained that he had a lot of work he needed to catch up on and I probably wasn't going to see him for most of the day. So, I stayed tucked into the couch watching Netflix. My phone rang and I checked the caller ID before I answered.
"Hello?" I said warily.
Heavy breathing answered back, and I waited for the person on the other side to tell me what they wanted. "Where did you go, little butterfly?" He was on the other end of the phone. My breath caught and his husky laugh answered my panic. "I came to get you and you were gone. Why did you leave me, little butterfly?"
I ran to the office to get Arturo. He looked up from the computer, saw my face, and grabbed the phone out of my hand. He put the caller on speaker while texting on his phone with his other hand.
"What do you want?" I was wheezing at this point. My panic had hit my mind and I could barely concentrate on the words coming out of his mouth.
