Mi Carino (24 page)

Marcella slammed the trunk down on the car. She shook her head and walked back toward the house. “Go away Richard. You had no business following me.” She couldn’t believe he’d actually follow her. The weeks after their breakup she had to change her phone number and crash with Susan until he finally got the message. She couldn’t go back to that time. She wouldn’t.

“
Wait! Marcella wait. It’s important I swear it.”

When she turned to close the front door he stuck his foot in. “Five minutes. That’s all I ask and I will go. Please.”

Marcella sighed. She opened the door and stepped back. Richard walked inside a bit overwhelmed by the extravagance of Diego’s place. “You moved out here to the cliffs?” Richard asked.

“
None of your business. You got five minutes, and then I want you to get out. What is it?”

Richard wiped his jaw. He looked haggard. Had he slept in his clothes? “I um, Martha and I…”

Marcella’s eyes stretched. “Seriously? You follow me to talk about your wife? Get the hell out.”

“
No. I… we signed our divorce papers. She’s gone. She took my kids and left Marcella. I, it’s hard for me to explain but the past six months have been hell without you. I really wished. It doesn’t matter what I wished. I fucked up with you Marcie, and I fucked up with my children…”

“
I really don’t want to hear this.”

“
I came to say goodbye.”

Marcella stopped. She regarded him with suspicion.

He nodded. “I’ve accepted a job in Chicago. I leave in a few weeks.”

The news shouldn’t have had any affect on her. The reasonable part of her knew better. Still there remained a small part of her that loved him despite the lies and pain he caused her. Staring at him now all the emotion she could truly summon was pity. She stepped to him. “I’m sorry Richard.”

He reached and pulled her into his arms. She allowed him to embrace her. The minute her arms went up and around him he broke. He cried against her shoulder, and heaved out apologies through his sobs. She held him until the last of his pain released. Richard’s head lifted and he looked at her. Marcella smiled. “I hope you find happiness Richard.” She kissed the side of his mouth, shocking him into silence. “Good bye.”

Richard nodded. He reluctantly let her go. Marcella walked him to the door and held it for him. He opened his mouth to say more and she shook her head no. The last of her compassion had slipped away. Now she wanted nothing more but to see him walk down that sidewalk, climb into his car, and drive away. “Don’t ever come back here looking for me. Don’t contact me anymore Richard. Martha moved on, and so did I. I think you should too. Goodbye.”

“
I love you.” Richard said.

Marcella shrugged.

He nodded that he deserved her rejection and walked through the door. Relieved she closed it behind her.

As soon as she stepped from the door her phone rang in the kitchen. .

It startled her.

She hurried after it. When she entered the kitchen the ringing stopped. Marcella reached for the cell phone and it rang in her hand.

“
Hello?”

No one answered.

“
Hello?”

“
I’ve missed you all day.” He began. “Every hour I thought of you, no one else. I should have been there to greet you Marcella. That was my promise to you. Tonight couldn’t have been avoided. For that I do want forgiveness.”

“
Diego—”

“
My absence meant I had to trust you to wait for me like a good girl. Trust isn’t easy for me Marcella. I thought you were worthy.”

“
Excuse me? What are you saying?”

“
I’m saying I expect you gone before I return home.”

The line disconnected.

Marcella clenched the phone. She tried to make sense of the call. Her heart hammered so fast and hard in her chest she couldn’t hear her own thoughts. Only ten minutes ago she spoke to him and everything was fine now he was throwing her out. Soon her disbelief turned to anger. “What the hell is this about?”

The door slammed. Two hours later he arrived.
Two hours!
He strolled into the sunken living room with windows covered in streams of falling rain. His gaze lifted and locked with hers. He appeared genuinely surprised to see her. She rose and pointed to her packed bags. “Before I walk out of that door you are going to tell me what that call was about.”

“
Let’s start with you convincing me why I should allow you to stay.” He shed his coat.

“
I beg your pardon?”

He didn’t break his stare. “You heard me.”

“
You’re kidding, right?”

“
No,” he said.

“
You’re crazy! I’m crazy for even being here.” She marched over and grabbed the handle of her suitcase. Then she whirled on him angrily. “I wanted to tell you to your face to never contact me again. Jeesh, this is the second time I’ve said those words tonight. Men. All of you are egomaniacal jerks. I should have never wasted my time on you.” She snatched out her diamond earrings wincing from the sting to her lobes and threw the studs at him. She didn’t bother to stop to see if they landed on target. “Sick of this crap. Forget we ever met!” She reached for the doorknob and he was on her in a flash. Marcella whirled when his hands gripped her by the arms and she struggled to break free.

“
Who was he?”

“
What? Let me go!”

“
Who was he? The man you were kissing!”

“
Get your damn hands off me!”

Diego threw her over his shoulder and carried her out. Marcella draped over and hung there like a rag doll. Her temporary shock lapsed and she fought for control. In the rain at the vineyard his manhandling had been cute, now it was insulting and scary. He was far stronger than her. She could barely lift upright or catch her breath. She clawed and beat her fist at his back, kicking her legs, then straightened her body to force her weight on him. None of it worked. He climbed the stairs. Marcella bounced a bit and stilled for fear she’d cause him to drop her and they’d both break their necks with a backward fall down the steep stairs.

“
You bastard! Damn it put me down!!”

In the bedroom he tossed her to the bed. She bounced several inches in the air. Shocked she rolled and crawled to the other side. She got to her feet and ran for the door. Diego reached her forcing her up against the wall. “I asked you to be honest with me
nena
. It is the only thing I asked. Honesty dammit!” he roared in her face.

“
Get away from me.” Marcella panted.

Diego dropped his forehead on hers with a painful smack. “Who is he dammit?” he groaned.

“
Who? What are you talking about?”

“
The man! The man you kissed!
El
hijo de puta
!
”

“
I don’t know what the hell you are talking about…” She shoved at him, tried to escape him. Diego grabbed her hands and slammed them back up against her head to the wall. He glared at her.

“
I saw you.”

The three words penetrated. “Richard? Are you talking about Richard?”

“
Who is he?”

“
No one. Diego let me go, you’re scaring me.”

He rose and released her, stepping back with his chest heaving.

Marcella looked down at her torn blouse not sure when he ripped it. She shook all over. “I… you…” She stepped back. “I…”

She turned and fled the room, racing for the stairs. He was on her. She could hear his footfalls behind her. In her confusion she ran left instead of right and crossed the kitchen. Diego caught her in the dining room. Marcella whirled on him, he grabbed her and brought her down on the dining room table. Not hard but shocking enough for her to gasp and go still briefly before she fought to get him off her. She fought him to get free, tears pooling in her eyes. He fought her for control, forcing her legs apart, grabbing hold of her wrists and pinning them down.

“
Don’t leave me. Don’t!
Nunca más
”

“
Get off me! Let me go!” Marcella bucked underneath him, squirming. She pushed at his shoulders and kicked, trying to scoot away, realizing he only released her to lower his zipper. She fought harder to flee him but he dragged her back down to the edge of the table throwing his weight on top of her, ripping her panties from under her skirt. She dug her nails into his neck and his arms. Diego entered her with one deep thrust. Marcella gasped. Her body arched beneath him. His face buried between her breasts. He thrust in hard, with long strokes, no warning. She squeezed her eyes shut gathering the wooly threads of his trench into her clenching fists as they balled up against his back. He kept going, pumping his cock in and out of her clenching channel, harder and harder. She went into shock, then into pleasure, then embarrassment, which confused her to tears. He forced her legs back even further grunting as he continued thrust after thrust to take her. Soon she was writhing and groaning in submission.  He bit her nipple and she winced, her ass sliding up and down the table with her thighs quivering after his repeated thrusts.

Diego couldn’t stop if he wanted to. He didn’t want to. Her pussy tightened around his cock and he grunted, refusing her release. Urgent, he withdrew, giving her little time to recover. But she did shudder out a hot climax as he left her channel.

Diego turned her over, her bare ass round and perfectly on display, her feet planted to the ground. He kicked them wider apart. His hand slid over the round globe of her ass. She moved it teasingly in front of him, the both of them panting. Marcella, disoriented, tried to stand up, but he forced her back down with his palm to the center of her back. He smacked her ass hard and she whimpered.

He rubbed it tenderly, and then smacked it again and again.

Marcella squeezed her eyes shut. He smacked her ass with his flat open palm, harder, then harder, until it burned and her knees buckled. Marcella’s mouth fell open into a silent cry at the spanking, and then her eyes flew open when he entered her.  

She reached above her, her hands clawing, gripped the other end of the dinette table to hold on. Her nose pressed into the wood. He slid into her vagina excruciatingly slow. She squeezed her eyes shut and endured the spasms of pleasure cutting off her breathing. He pumped his hips and cock opening and stretching her, both halves of her butt cheeks stinging. She lifted on her toes from his deep penetration. Her face wet with tears. He squeezed her clit and surprisingly she came, her pussy betraying her, his invasion too deep, too forbidden for her to speak.

She came hard twice from the way he rubbed her clit and his balls smacked against it as his cock kept tunneling. An explosion of sensation filled her when he fell over and gave her harder strokes until he released fully within her.