Ruthless Mafia 34

The door to the room closed with a quiet click and Zorah listened to Icaro’s feet pacing at the end of the bed.
She tried not to react when the bed dipped behind her and he crawled on top of the blankets, wrapping his arms around
her from behind, drawing her close to his chest.
“Zorah, you need to wake soon, amoré,” he whispered in her ear. “I know you can’t hear me right now, but I am sorry for
hurting you and causing you so much pain you’d rather be dead than mine. I will find a way to fix it. I promise.” His
breath warm against her cheek as he settled next to her.
She feigned sleep, keeping her eyes closed and her breathing even. Years of practice from the nuns and her mother
checking to make certain she wasn’t reading past bedtime or doing anything else other than sleeping in her bed made
her an expert of faking her sleep, she supposed.
She hated to admit it felt nice to have Icaro’s arms wrapped around her, holding her gently while he softly kissed her
cheek and played with her fingers.
“Zorah,” he whispered her name again, “love you need to wake up. We have a flight to catch. I’m sure you will want to
hear all about Sidonia’s night with her new husband. You can tell her how I mistreated you and she can tell you how she was worshipped.”
The sadness in his voice made her lips pull downwards.
He rolled her towards him and brushed the hair off her cheek, stroking her skin with his knuckles, “my love, please wake
up.”
She exhaled a long slow breath while he continued to trace her features with his fingers as if coaxing her awake.
“Show me those beautiful brown eyes,” he pleaded as her lashes fluttered. “Ah, there they are. Good morning.”
“You drugged me,” her voice was hoarse and raspy, and it caused him to frown. Perhaps it was the accusation which
caused the frown, she considered.
“I did but I was scared. You were overwrought and agitated and I could see no other way to make you settle. I was very worried you would harm yourself.”
“You hit me.”
“I apologize. It was a light slap to the cheek to try to make you calm. I did not mean to hurt you.”
“Yet you did.”
“I will make it up to you.”
“How? By dragging me onto an airplane and making me live in a foreign country?”
“I will be taking you on a plane but not to live. We will come back here once we spend time with family. My mother very
much wants to see you and spoil you.”
She looked down and noted he was still in the shirt he’d worn yesterday. “You haven’t gotten changed?”
“I sat right there,” he pointed to a chair beside the bed, “all night watching over you. My father came in a few moments
ago to tell me wheels are going up soon and we need to get a move on. I let you sleep as long as I could.”
“You watched me sleep?”
“It is not the first time.”
His words made her look up to him in surprise, “what?”
He shrugged and pursed his lips, “I have watched you sleep many times before. I have been in your apartment many
times, Zorah, sitting next to your bed and making sure you were safe and unharmed.”
“Really? You were in my apartment?”
“Your apartment. The small one you shared with your mother in the building the nuns own, I have been in as well. I would
sneak into your bedroom, and watch you sleep.” He smiled softly, “you’re so beautiful. It has been torture being kept
from you so long.”
“I don’t think you suffered much.”
“Then you do not know my heart.”
“I don’t,” she didn’t deny it.
“Then I will show you.”
“How do you intend to show me,” she scoffed as she played with the button on his shirt.
“I’m going to do what I should have done.”
“That is?”
“Abstain.”
“Abstain?”
“Yes. No sex.”
She snorted in spite of herself. “This should be good. I’m all ears.”
“You are very sarcastic when you are hungover from good sleeping drugs.” He kissed her forehead. “For the next thirty
days, the only one of us who will get pleasure is you.”
She certainly misheard him. Zorah was convinced the drugs were still in her system and making her hallucinate. “What?”
“I mean, for the next thirty days, I will not have a single orgasm. Not by my hand. Not by your hand. Not by your body, mouth, or any other means you could try to employ. If you wish for me to make love to you, it will be me through the use
of my hands and mouth only. I will not be taking your virginity any time soon, Zorah.”
“Why?”
“Because you are right. You were right and I was wrong. I will show you my sincerity and my heart. I genuinely believed
because those women meant nothing to me, they would mean nothing to you. It seems I misjudged and for this I am
infinitely sorry. For the next thirty days, I will be at your disposal as you wish should your body need a release but there will be no release for me. If at the end of those thirty days you are not yet satisfied with my minor sacrifice, then you can
prolong it as long as you wish.”
“What if I said six months?” her voice cracked.
“Then I would do the time.”
“Six years?”
“Done.”
“Sixty?”
He tilted her chin and smiled down at her, “if it is what it takes to make you understand I know I was wrong for not
waiting, I will wait sixty years to have you again. I am praying though, my passionate flower, you won’t make me wait
sixty years. I feel a lot of people might die.”
“Why?”
“I have a shitty temper on a good day. Knowing your sweet little cunt is here, juicy, and ripe for me and I cannot plunder
it will be hell on earth. I will be incredibly involved with the family business over the next sixty years if I cannot ever fuck
you.”
“Just when I think you’re being sweet and kind, you speak so crassly.”
“I think,” he nuzzled her ear, “you like my filthy mouth.” As she blushed hotly against his lips he chuckled, “I think you
really like my filthy mouth when it’s latched onto your little bud between your thighs.”
“Icaro,” she made wide eyes at him.
He laughed and hugged her tight. “I will behave but you’d best get out of this bed and get dressed or I’m going to make
our flight delayed because I want to please you.”
“I have half a mind to make you,” she could feel the pulse in her core at his words