Page 107 of Capo
She half turns, her mouth open, her eyes glazed over. “Okay? You’re asking me if I’m okay?”
“Eh… Yes.”
“I’m exhausted, I won’t be able to sit for a fucking week, my pussy aches, and it was one of the most mind-blowing orgasms I’ve ever had. I’m not okay. I’m out of my mind.”
“Want something to eat? A glass of wine?” I slide out of her and pull up my pants. My come drips along the inside of her thigh. I unbutton the first button of my shirt, the cuffs, and pull it over my head, pushing it carefully between her legs to soak it up.
Chloe’s gaze travels across my naked chest and it is an almost physical sensation, seeing the hunger in her eyes.
“I don’t know who you are anymore, Luci.”
Me neither. I feel vulnerable like an open wound, flayed, and filled with trepidation. “Stay with me.” The words fly out of my mouth before I even know it.
She frowns, holding my gaze. With her flushed cheeks and her tousled hair she is so fucking beautiful that my stomach clenches. I file this image away. I always want to remember this moment.
“As in…? I thought I didn’t have a choice.”
“I’m giving you the choice.”
“Why?” she breathes, her eyes widening.
I take a step back and rake my hand through my hair. “I can’t go back to locking you up. Not after all that’s happened.”
“Stay? With you? You’d let me go if I asked you?”
I hold her gaze. I don’t want to answer that, but I force myself to move my lips. I don’t want her to go. “Yes.”
“Can I have that glass of wine? And then a few more, please?”
I gesture for her to move toward the lounge.
“I need a shower. And some new clothes.”
I take in her half-dressed state and then look down at my own crumpled appearance. “Definitely. Don’t move. I’ll show you where. I’m sleeping in a guest room since—” I take a few long strides back out in the hallway and grab her bags. “Come on.”
She winces as she follows next to me. She knows what I’m talking about. “What are you doing with your bedroom?”
“I’ve had everything in it ripped out and burnt. Literally. I’m redoing the whole wing.”
Her eyes darken as her lips tighten. “Good.”
We move up the stairs to the second floor and I show her the guest rooms with their en-suite bathrooms. “I’ll make myself presentable as well. Meet you in the lounge.” I force down the urge to make a question out of it. I refuse to show her how uncertain I am.
Chloe nods. “Sure. And wine. I think I need to get fucking drunk, Luci. I don’t know anything anymore and it’s freaking me out.”
I laugh, relieved. At least she’ll stay for the night. “Wine it is.”
The water is still clattering in her bathroom when I’m done. I’ve kicked my butler into action and had him prepare a light meal to go with the wine. I’m deep in thought, my nose in my phone, checking the emails that have trickled in during the evening when I sense movement. Looking up, I meet her curious gaze. It’s as if time stops. She came to me. She didn’t take the first chance she had to flee. I don’t know if she’ll stay, but I didn’t lock her up. My gate guards have been ordered to let her out if she comes running, and to notify me of course. But it didn’t happen. She wears a long-sleeved beige pullover that hangs loose in the back and is tucked inside the waist of her light blue jeans in the front. Her hair is still damp and tied in a messy bun on her head and she wears no makeup. She looks new, hesitant, her soul bared.
She chooses the couch opposite me and takes in the food and the wine. I fill her glass and she immediately gulps down half the glass.
I raise an eyebrow. “Do you know how much that costs?”
“You can afford it. Keep filling the glass.” She spears a piece of Parma on her fork and puts it in her mouth, groaning as she chews. “Thank you. I needed this.”
“I figured I might have worn you out.”
She huffs. “Yeah. A bit.”