Chapter 30: Chapter 30

thomas

“I'm tired, Thomas.

Cecilia's lips tremble and the tears mix with the water on her wet face. Instinctively, my fingers dry it. I walk away. I keep my distance, because I don't recognize myself anymore.

I know that we've grown closer over the last two months and I've had to be nicer to her because the girl really does seem like a delicate crystal that can't be broken, but this excessive concern I have for Cecilia is not normal. As Caesar said, I'm not used to defending anyone.

"Tired of what exactly?" I ask with a clearing of my throat as my thoughts start to scramble again.

“From my whole life,” he whispers and sniffs softly. The nose turns red from crying. — I'm in the most difficult phase of my course, which I've always done out of love and dedicating myself like crazy to working with my father, who I find out by chance has sold me to his best friend, that I… —That you…?

“Nothing, Thomas. I just wish things were easier,” she whispers and sighs. — I wish you didn't hate each other like that, that you didn't decide my life as if I had no choice about anything.

My throat tightens at the girl's desperate outburst, but I hold myself in place. I'm not going to hug her as my body seems to beg. What the fuck is going on with me?

Cecília looks at me through her tears for a long time. Like me, I have the impression that the girl is looking for answers when she looks at me. For the first time, I don't know what to say. Part of me wants to end this ordeal that it feels like for her to be with me, to be forced into marriage, but the other part still wants revenge for what Caesar did to me.

- Why do not you say anything? she asks quietly. “You look strange, Thomas. What did my father tell you?

I let out a low laugh and shake my head. The man does not have the power to shake me. It does not have. I repeat this to myself, but I'm too rational to fool myself like that. I know very well what's happening to me, but I don't want to believe that I was so… foolish like that.

“He didn't say anything, crystal. Your father is an asshole.

She smiles weakly and narrows her eyes, as if it pains me to say this.

"Why are you so disturbed by the hatred I feel for your father, Cecilia?" It didn't seem to bother you before,” I say and break the distance between the two of us. I go back to holding her body with my arms. - Why?

“Things are different, Thomas.

"Why, Cecilia?"

The girl is silent and her gaze goes to my mouth. She puts her hands on my shoulders and slides her hands there, wary. Her gaze searches mine and instead of pulling away, I look at her curiously. Short nails scrape the back of my neck and climb into the strands of hair.

- You are so beautiful - he says in a tone of admiration. "Handsome as hell."

I remain silent and Cecilia runs her delicate hand over my beard. I'm transfixed, just looking at her attractive, full-lipped face.

- My parents almost freaked out when I told them about our... involvement - she says and opens a weak smile. — “How can you sleep with that monster, Cecília?”, they asked. Part of me agrees, but the other part is naive and holds out a little hope that…

I don't let her finish her sentence and shut her up with a kiss. Cecília is startled, but soon makes room for me to invade her mouth. I bite her bottom lip hard and she lets out a low moan. I lift her legs and wrap them around my waist, pushing my hard cock into her pussy over her bikini top.

I scrape the beard down her neck and she closes her eyes, tilting her head to the side to give me an opening.

— You talk too much, Cecilia. Drives me crazy in the head, disobeys me, tries to hit me, challenges me whenever he can, but suddenly changes to this sweet little face that he has no idea what he's doing with his life - I say and I bite his shoulder. “You drive me crazy almost all the time and yet… I want you like this, surrendered to me. What did you do to me, girl?

- I don't know…

I pull down the bikini top and leave her breasts free for me. I crouch down in the pool, grab them both, and squeeze the nipples hard. She moans with her eyes closed and I fit my mouth on one of them, biting one of the nipples to see it rise.

“Thomas…” Cecilia calls out and I look up at her. — Do you think that one day… you might fall in love with me?

I pull away from her and watch her pained look as I do so. I curse under my breath and notice her fixing her bikini, her face red with embarrassment, before turning her back to her. The intention is to leave here to avoid this kind of banal conversation. The intention is to leave whatever we have behind so we don't have to hear these kinds of hopeful questions.

But Cecilia won't let her.

"Thomas, please..." The pleading tone mixed with crying me

for . That girl is a pest. - Do not run away. All I need is a "yes" or a "no".

I sigh and look back at her.

"I'm sorry, Cecilia. I can't.

"Can't or won't?" he asks in a sharp tone. - Why is it so hard? Am I so inedible? Did I piss you off so much? What is it? Is it for my father?

“That's enough, don't you think? Until a few months ago, your father and the company were all I had, Cecília! I lost one and almost lost the other.

"You miss him, don't you?" He is hurt by the betrayal, by losing his almost brother. That hurts more than almost losing the company—he guesses and I get angry.

"Stop talking like you know me!" You are a girl who doesn't know anything about life. She's a spoiled girl who has everything she wants in her hands, Cecília.

She bites her lip and nods. He frowns at me, dries his face and propels himself out of the pool. He takes the towel he left on the edge and wraps it around his body.

— Cecília… — I say, pinching the bridge of my nose. “Don't leave me talking to myself, girl. Where are you going? Cecilia!

He puts on his flip-flops and walks towards the door. I get out of the pool and catch up with her in a few strides. I prevent her from leaving the place by positioning me in front of her.

“You have no idea how much it pisses me off when you act like a sulky girl, Cecilia.

'Then leave me alone, Thomas!' Just leave me! I don't understand you, I swear! she yells and points her finger at my chest. “At the same time that you look like you have a heart, you transform yourself. But you know what? I'm tired. I'm tired of you, your mood swings, your horsey way of being, that block of ice you have in the place of your heart. I…

I move closer to shut her up again with a kiss, but now she

anticipates and departs. Her small hand goes to my chest.

- No. You won't solve everything with a kiss. You're not going to take advantage of my weakness for you to shut me up.

My eyes widen in surprise and she stands her ground. Leave me there and head towards the door. Cecília tries to drag the table that covers the entrance, but it is too heavy for her small body.

"Can you help me here or are you just going to watch?"

I shake my head at the petulance, but move closer to clear the way. I barely do and the sassy girl walks out of there, leaving me alone, confused and with an aching dick. I knew my judgment was troubled, but now I was sure.

I put on my clothes and go back to my room. I hear the shower running and I sit on the bed. I want to spank that girl's ass while I fuck her. It's the only way I can think of to get some of this turmoil out of me.

When I come out of the bathroom already dressed, she pretends not to see me and dries her hair with her back to me, sitting on her bed. She lies down and curls up with the duvet, completely ignoring my existence. I decide not to wind her up either and go take a quick shower to dechlorinate the pool. I put on boxers and sweatpants when I go out.

I look at the small body lying on the other bed.

I let out a loud sigh, count to three, and step closer. Halfway there, I step back, wondering why I'm so insistent on calming this girl down. But I go back to her. I sit down on the bed and touch his arm, finding the gesture strange for me.

— Cecilia.

— Leave me alone, Thomas — he says and I hear the crying tone. I hear a sob and take my hand to my hair, pulling the strands in search of the patience I never had.

“Get over there.

I push her to the other side of the bed and she pulls away, still with her back to me.

— Cecilia, I'm sorry for talking to you like that. Satisfied? You are very sensitive girl.

“Good night, Thomas.

I let out a disbelieving laugh and put my hand on the red strands. She starts and turns to look at me, her big eyes wide.

- What are you doing? he asks softly.

“I have no idea, Cecilia. I have no idea.

I lay down and pull her small body close to mine. She comes. Scared, but come. It snuggles in there and suddenly I don't know what to do. I'm stuck because it's the first time in my entire life that I've had a woman like that, so close in that very intimate gesture, without having sex on top of it.

— I like head rubs — he says softly and I bring my hand to the red strands slowly, feeling them still wet.

Suddenly, I hear a low chuckle followed by a sniff.

- What it was?

"You look like you're doing something from another world." She laughs again.

“It's out of this world for me,” I mutter and she snuggles closer, looking content.

- I like.

I let out a sigh and inhale the scent of her shampoo. His face leans down and meets mine. She reaches out and strokes my hair too, making circles with her fingers, curling the short strands. Then he explores my face and stops at my lips. I feel the small body rising and its mouth finding mine, shy and fearful. I close my eyes and, when I go to deepen the kiss, Cecilia pulls away.

She comes back and gives little pecks on my mouth. I stick my hand in her hair and pull it back, sinking my tongue into it.

"You don't know delicacy, do you?" he asks, pulling away.

—Nothing in my life is delicate, Cecília. I mean, you are,” I say, and she laughs softly.

"Can I do something?"

I arch an eyebrow and don't answer. She takes that as a yes and unwraps herself, throwing the duvet away from us. Cecília gets on top of me and I'm startled, because that's not quite what I thought I was going to do. I fill one of my hands with her ass.

She takes it away and lifts it along with the other one, bringing them both to the side of my head, as she lies on top of me and kisses me, in the same gentle way as before. When I open my eyes, the small smile sweeps me away.

- I imagined what it would be like to have you like this - he confesses, his face flaming with embarrassment.

This girl is really cute. She's riding my dick on her own and she's ashamed of it. I don't answer anything, because I want to see how far it goes.

"Aren't you going to say anything?" he asks and bites his lip. "Are you going to yell at me again?"

— No, Cecilia. I am not going. I let out a sigh. - Come here. Here lies.

Her eyes widen and she comes, returning to the position she was in.

"You don't want me anymore after what I said?"

I take her hand and bring it to my aching cock.

"Is that okay with you?" I ask in a growl and she gasps. — Go to sleep, Cecilia. Goodnight.

She sighs, presses her body to mine, throwing one leg over me, and I stroke her until she falls asleep.

Oh, shit . I am fucked.