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“It’s hard to know that the guy that killed your dad is still out there and the cops can’t catch him. Nobody can. But I wish I could try.”
I nodded my head and sighed. “I do too. He took my dad, changed my life. I want him to be held responsible.” A sudden pressure filled my chest. “But, Elio, as sweet as that is that you want to find justice for Dad’s death, it’s not enough of a reason for you to give your life over to someone to control, family or not.”
I was sure there was more than that reason alone why he’d even want to consider going back to the mafia. Unlike the police, this group of unseen men probably possessed their own form of secret connections and inner networks that could better track down Antonio.
My nerves were in desperate need of a new subject. What my feelings and my mind needed was time. So much has been thrown at me. Between learning the truth about my dad and now about Elio’s inner thoughts on the whole argument, I felt like my head could’ve spun off my shoulders at any given moment.
“Look, it’s been a long day, and I really need to get some sleep,” I said.
I was hoping for Elio to take the hint. But the solemn expression on his face told me that he had other thoughts on his mind.
“Caterina, about earlier today. What you overheard… I’m so—”
“I get why my mom lied to me,” I said swiftly. “As my mother, I understand why she saw the need to protect me from these things. But why you?”
Elio lowered his gaze to the floor.
“I really thought I could trust you,” I whispered. “I thought that things had really changed between us….”
For a moment I thought I felt a new set of tears coming on, and I was dreading having another meltdown. I was too tired for another crying session.
“Cat, I kept my mouth shut for all these years because I needed to keep you safe,” he rasped. “I’d made a promise to my family and to myself that I would look after you. As time went on, I’ve grown to love you and watched you develop and mature into this stunning woman in front of me.”
My heart slammed violently in my chest as my cheeks flushed a deep shade of pink. Elio’s words chased off the chill that hung over my shoulders.
“But you’re right about one thing. Things have changed between us,” he stated.
I felt Elio lift my chin up with his hand and turn me to face him.
“Now I’m in love with you.”
*Caterina*
‘What did he just say?’ I asked myself. ‘Love?’
My heart slammed widely inside my chest as though it were fighting to break out.
But my mind needed to back up for a moment.
I know that I was tired. The events of this entire day were enough to send any normal person into a complete tailspin. I should have been asleep hours ago. I should have tried shutting my eyes the moment my mom left my room. Lord knows that I was tired enough.
I really didn’t know what to expect when Elio first knocked on my door, asking to come in and speak with me. I figured, at most, it would just involve some kind of an apology. I recalled the tense expression his features took on when I spoke to him and my mother down in the living room.
I’d said my piece. I didn’t care to talk any further. My head couldn’t possibly have fit any more unwanted information, and all I really wanted was to fall asleep and find a way to move on from it in the morning to come.
But Elio seemed remorseful enough. Part of his sincere apology was literally holding me together in his arms. I felt safe. The warmth his body emitted, provided with an anchor that I didn’t realize I desperately needed. Our time together should have ended with that.
Yet, instead, I’d had to go ahead and ask that unnerving question. Part of me truly didn’t want to know these things, especially when I, myself, knew and understood too little of any of it. And to think that Elio, somewhat, wanted to be a part of it all. It made my skin crawl with uneasiness.
And in all honesty, I hadn’t meant to pry into the topic of mafia business—I just needed to know why.
And, much to my surprise, Elio had told me the truth.
I was willing to admit it. I was touched by his explanation. His need for involvement stemmed from the murder of my father. Much like me, he too wanted justice for the life that was taken. But something surged back amid our conversation… a feeling, a sudden wave of anger spurred within.
The fact that Elio was willing to sell his life away to such an unruly and dangerous group, all for the hopes of bringing justice to my father’s death, was proof enough that he cared deeply for me.
Love… but if I really did mean that much to him, then why on earth did he proceed to lie to me about everything concerning my father as well as a large portion of his familial background?
He had purposely kept me in the dark about so much that it was difficult for me to comprehend most of what he was trying to tell. Regardless of his apology, his actions of continuously keeping me in the dark are what hurt me all the more.
Elio’s explanation fanned around his care and deep concern for me… how he was told to keep a watchful eye over me, including his initial claim of loving me. It did allow a welcoming warmth to spread through me. Somehow, deep down, I always knew that Elio loved me.
But this was different.
“Y-you… you’re in love with me?” I stammered.
Our relationship has been nothing short of rocky since I first kissed him. There were times when I didn’t know how serious our relationship was. We’d had our hot and cold moments, but we’d always found a way to come back to each other and resolve any issues.
Elio still had my chin between his thumb and forefinger. “Yes,” he confirmed. “I’m in love with you, Caterina Leone.”
I couldn’t stop the smile from taking over my face. The space between was suddenly too much of a distance to stand. I pushed myself forward and laced my arms around his neck. I leaned down and captured Elio’s lips in a fiery kiss that sealed the emotions that had been simmering between us all night.
His large hands splayed across my back and loosely tugged at the material that was covering me.
My hands curled into the thick locks of his hair and pulled him closer. But it still didn’t feel like enough.
Closer… god, I needed to get closer to him.
Elio kissed me back with as much needy desire as I possessed in that moment. A series of small moans tore from my throat as he went on to kiss a hot trail down my neck and over my collar.
The tips of my fingers tugged at the hem of his shirt while my hips grinded forward. Elio let out a rugged grunt and caught on to my devious intention. With one hand, he pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it onto the floor. Seconds later, my own clothing joined his, and he flipped us over to where he was now on top of me.
My face flushed a deep shade of pink as I felt the heat of his gaze roam over my exposed chest. He placed another chaste kiss on my lips before lowering himself down to my breasts. My breath hitched widely in my lungs as his tongue licked and played at the stiffened peak of my nipple. I arched into his lustful, skilled touch.
“Elio,” I hissed through my teeth. “Please. Stop teasing me.”
He snaked his hand down between my thighs to find me slick and ready. The pad of his thumb circled my clit several times before he stopped his ministrations altogether. I moaned in discouragement when he pulled away.
“Patience, love,” he hushed.
He quickly removed his pants along with his boxers and resumed his tantalizing position above me. He grabbed the backs of my calves and parted my legs to slide himself between them. My mouth fell open when he ran his hand down my right leg and proceeded to hook it over his shoulder.
I felt the head of his length press against my slicked entrance. In one swift thrust, he slid into me and began a steady pace. My bottom lip trembled in shock as I became consumed by the hot, rousing sensation of him moving within me.
Jesus Christ. It had to have been the deepest he’d ever been. Any sounds or words I tried to find came out incoherent.
I felt so full, so full and complete by him. I matched every thrust of his hip with my own till that beautiful heat started to burn beneath my stomach.
My hands fisted at the bed sheets until I frantically found myself reaching out for him. Elio leaned into my touch and bent down to kiss me. His movements grew faster and harder. I spoke breathlessly against his lips.
“I’m in love with you too,” I told him.
Elio’s features darkened with carnal lust. He curled his hand around the back of my neck, locking me in place.