In Too Deep: An Anti-Hero Mafia Romance

Chapter 4

When we arrive at reception in the morning, I’m giddy with nervous excitement but trying to keep it inside - just in case it doesn’t pan out how I’d hoped. I had a trauma about what to wear, eventually deciding on a blue one-piece swimming suit with the sides cut out and a coral sundress with which ends around mid-thigh. I put my curly hair up in one bun on the top of my head and put some gold hoop earrings in - I complete the look with a little eyeliner and lip-gloss. I don’t want to appear like I’m trying too hard.

My heart almost stops when I see him, he’s already stood in reception waiting for us - he’s on the phone and when he looks up and sees us, he says something quickly in Spanish and then puts his phone away. This is a stunning man - he looks hot in beige cargo shorts and a blue fitted t-shirt which shows his physique through his top, enhancing his tanned muscly arms with part of his tattoo on show . . . I feel smug that I’ve seen the whole thing yesterday at the pool, plus I’m going to see him in less than that soon. I get flustered thinking about it . . . that body.

He beams at me, striding straight over, when he reaches me he leans in, kissing me on the cheek. “Buenos dias, Hermosa.” I look at him waiting for him to translate, he smiles and repeats, “Good morning, beautiful.” I give him a beaming smile and say good morning back to him.

He says ‘hi’ to Kelly and Hayley and then leads us outside into a waiting car. He sits in the front with the driver, letting me sit in the back with the girls. He tells us that the boat is only fifteen minutes away in the harbour. Apparently, the weather is perfect for sailing – the plan is to dock at the beach around lunchtime. I’m mesmerised by his deep gravelly voice and his accent.

When we arrive at the dock, we all get out of the car and he leads us to, what can only be described as a luxury yacht. This thing is colossal . . . it’s huge. I am suddenly feeling out of my depth. As I go to board, he turns around and holds his hand out for me. When I take his hand I feel something jolt through me. I look up at him, I think he felt something too.

“Xander . . . did you say that your family own this boat?” I ask him.

He nods, “Yes, my mother and stepfather own it - they share it with me and my brothers whenever we need to use it. They have it docked here as my family come here quite often. They charter it out also when it isn’t in use.”

I nod. “Wow, so . . . you’re rich, huh?”

He shrugs, “It’s my parent’s boat.” He says, as though it doesn’t matter. “Come on I’ll show you all around so that you are all comfortable, I would like you to make yourself at home.” His thick Spanish accent adds to his overall sexiness. I could truly listen to him all day.

He introduces us to the captain, who’s also Spanish but speaks broken English. He’s a short round man with grey hair, around sixty. Xander’s assistant is also on board, his name is Stefan, he’s really good looking, lean and well-toned, tall with blondish hair and brown eyes, around twenty-five. He speaks good English, I’m not sure where he’s from. Kelly’s eyes light up when she sees him, I knew he was just her type, and with the way he’s just appraised her, the feeling is mutual.

Xander shows us around, he takes us to the lower deck which has a Jacuzzi and outside bar area – a Jacuzzi! Then he leads us inside to show us the living room with a dining room area which is all decked out in beech wood with cream couches, another bar area in the corner. It has luxury written all over it. I look at the girls, we can’t believe it.

Kelly looks at me and mouths, “f**k me!” and I stifle a laugh as I shake my head in disbelief.

He leads us upstairs where he shows us the three bedrooms, two small rooms with two twin bedrooms and then into a room with a huge double bed, a TV, and beech furniture all around. I look at the bed and can’t help but imagine him lying on top of me . . . in between my legs . . . naked. When I look at Xander his expression darkens . . . he’s thinking the same thing. I feel the atmosphere change, I clear my throat and walk outside, to the decking area with sunbeds and settees. I am in love with this boat.

I turn to Hayley. “Will you buy me one of these with your winnings?” I say under my breath so that Xander can’t hear,

she snorts at me. “Are you kidding? This would be all my winnings and more - a holiday in Ibiza is all your getting from me hun . . . mind you, I think it’s going to be one hell of a holiday.”

I look around me, spotting Xander, who’s speaking to the captain. “Yeah, I think it is.”

All of a sudden we hear. “Xander, I am here.”

We see a man around the same age as Xander but a lot bigger, getting on the boat – he is like the incredible hulk except not green and he’s bald. He has kind eyes and seems jovial. I would not like to cross him, he reminds me of a doorman.

“Ola senorita! You must be Elsa, I’ve been excited to meet this mysterious girl who has my man in a tiz! You have bewitched him. I am Marty.” He picks up my hand and kisses the back of it.

“OK, this is enough Marty, leave the girl alone,” Xander says, coming to stand at the side of me.

Marty laughs and holds his hands up. “OK. . . ok. . . do not get jealous. She is beautiful I can see, but as you know I prefer my partners to have a little something more between the legs, no offence, senorita!”

Xander turns to look me, “Yes . . . she is certainly beautiful.” and gives me a half-smile. I smile at him embarrassed - I can feel my face burning.

I’m sure he’s had hundreds of girls on this boat - which I’m very wary about, but it’s still nice to hear that he’s affected as much as I am.

The yacht sets off and we sit on the upper deck with our drinks. It is really hot and Xander suggests changing into our swimsuits. He excuses himself to get changed. The girls and I both have our bikinis on under our outfits, so we strip off and lotion each other up. Stefan and Marty already have swim shorts on, so they just take off their tops.

I lie down on one of the sunbeds, struggling to believe I’m here. I look up to see Xander stood in front of me. He’s dressed only in a pair of swim shorts. I drink in his perfect body . . . his gorgeous well defined broad shoulders - even better than I remembered yesterday. He comes to sit on my sunbed, handing me another drink. The hairs on my arms stand on end when he comes near. His bare thigh is about an inch away from mine.

The little island that we’re stopping at has a beach for us to eat on. He tells me about the areas in Spain he’s visited and asks me where I’ve been - which apart from another girl’s holiday to Ibiza a couple of years ago - I haven’t been anywhere. We chat about my day job and what I do - I notice that he doesn’t ask me about my dancing. An hour passes, just us two in our own little world - the others are chatting and sunbathing. It feels easy . . . so nice.

He stands up and takes the sunbed next to me and stretches out on it. “You probably want some peace now, yes?” I smile at him warmly. Truth was, I didn’t. I couldn’t believe how attracted I was to this man. I wanted to talk to him all day. I really liked him. Ive only known him for three days. Maybe it’s the holiday atmosphere taking over my emotions . . . but I was desperate for him to kiss me again. He hadn’t made any attempts to touch me since holding my hand to get me on the boat. I wanted him to touch me so badly.

I lie down and stretch next to him, we both have our sunglasses on but when I look over to him I know he’s watching me.

He leans over from his sunbed towards me. “Do you know how f*****g sexy you are?” he kisses my cheek then lies on his sunbed - leaving me practically panting.

When it gets near lunchtime, Xander tells me “We have arrived at the beach now, beautiful.” he says in his sexy voice, “We need to get in the water to get there - it is only waist deep, we can all carry something, yes?”

I smile and start to get up. Kelly and Hayley make their way off the boat with the others. Xander and I are just about to step into the water when his phone rings. He looks at the screen and turns to me, “I have to take this, you go with them and I will follow as soon as I can.” He walks off inside.

I decide to wait for him and shout to the others that we’ll be there soon. I wait around on the deck for ten minutes but he still hasn’t returned, so I venture inside. I hear him talking in the master bedroom in Spanish, so I knock lightly and walk-in. He’s stood at the side of the bed and when he sees me he motions for me to come in. He says something in Spanish to the person on the phone sternly and then he hangs up.

I smile at him, “Sorry . . . I didn’t mean to interrupt . . . I thought I would hang around for you, is that ok?”

He looks at me for what feels like a long time. “It is more than ok, come here mi amor, I have been wanting to get you alone so that I can kiss you all day . . . maybe now I will get my chance.” Thank God! I walk around the bed and look up at him. He lifts his hands and puts them on either side of my face, leaning in to kiss me. It’s such a tender gesture. His kiss is so gentle at first, building into urgency. He slides his hands down my body to my waist. Feeling his big hands on my bare skin where my swimsuit is cut out leaves me scorching hot.

I reach up to put my arms around his neck, my fingers stroking his nape with the lightest of touch. He groans - hearing him makes me want him . . . so much. I love that it's me that’s making him moan. I wantonly press my body into his, gaining confidence at his reaction. He slides his tongue in my mouth and I meet it with my own. I want him to touch me. I feel like he’s trying to hold back, so I put my hands on his shoulders and run them over his chest, he groans again and his hands start to work their way up towards my breasts. My n*****s harden as soon as his hand gets near, I moan when his hands finally make contact with my breasts over my swimsuit, kneading them, his thumbs finding my n*****s, they pebble under his touch, I shiver. Sliding my hands around his back I pull him into me. I can feel how hard he is. I fleetingly wonder how far this is going to go . . . but it feels so good that at this moment I don’t care.

“f**k . . . I need you, Elsa. I need to feel what it’s like to be inside you – but I know it is too soon. Know that it will happen though - you will be mine.” He says huskily.

He strokes his hands up my arms, reaching up to my shoulders to hook the straps of my bathing suit, sliding them down so that the costume rests on my hips, I'm stood almost naked, apart from the bottom half of my swimsuit. I’m so exposed and turned on, I can feel the heat pooling between my thighs, I'm practically panting like I’ve run a marathon.

He looks down at my breasts, they’re throbbing for his touch. He lightly runs his fingers over them, feather touching my n*****s . . . I tremble. He slides my costume down my legs and I step out of it. Totally naked in front of him.

He looks at me. “Jesus, you are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.” His breathing becomes as rapid as mine. He pushes me gently backwards so that I lie on the bed and climbs on top of me, pressing his weight into me. I can feel him so hard through his swim shorts, he presses himself into me, grinding on my c**t so that I nearly come there and then. I lift my hips instinctively to press into his erection. I’ve never been so turned on in all my life. He starts to kiss me and bites my lip and moves down to kiss my neck, making me whimper. His head moves downwards, his mouth finding one of my n*****s, while his hand kneads my other breast. It jolts me down to my core, his touch makes me feel like my skin is red hot. I’m on fire. I need him to touch me more. His hand slides down the planes of my stomach and knowing where its heading makes the anticipation almost unbearable. He slides his hand between my legs, sliding in a finger – we both groan at the same time and I buck onto his hand. “You are so wet, beautiful . . . is this all for me?”

“Mmmm . . . Xander, more . . . please!” I sound so breathless I hardly recognise my own voice. He starts to shift his body down on the bed. I think I’m going to come before he’s even started. When his tongue finds me, I moan . . . it feels so good – he licks my folds and pushes his tongue inside me – I’ve never felt anything like this before in my life. I grip the headboard and claw at the sheets, arching my back off the bed.

“You taste so good . . . I have wanted to taste you since the first moment I saw you, I knew you would taste like this . . . you are so wet . . . so sweet . . . come for me baby, so I can taste it all.” His Spanish accent, his deep gravelly voice and where it is coming from, together with what he’s doing to me with his tongue, cause me to erupt and I cry out, holding on to his head, losing control completely, rising myself up off the bed so that I’m pushing myself further into his mouth. f**k . . . I need this man. “Oh god, Xander, that feels so good . . . I'm coming! Oh . . .” This is what it’s all about. I want to feel this again. A lot. I want to feel what it’s like to have this man inside me – the thought jolts me. I want him to be my first. It feels natural, the thought of being with him.

When my shudders subside and my body stops shaking I eventually come back down to earth, he’s kissing the inside of my thighs looking up at me. I smile shyly at him. Guilt washes over me, he’s still turned on and not had any release. I know he’s not expecting me to have s*x with him - I just know. My turn to make him feel good now.

“Wow . . . that was . . . you’re good at that.” I sit up and smile at him. “But now it’s your turn.”

He shakes his head, standing up – he leans over me and kisses me passionately on the mouth. I can taste me on him. “This is not about me, it’s all about you. I wanted to taste you so much . . . wanted to watch you come.”

I look up at him. “But I want to.”

He smiles sexily at me and lets out a low grown in frustration, “You are making it hard for me to say no, looking at me like that. Come on, let us go to the others before I change my mind.”

I get up and slide my bathing suit back on. My limbs feel heavy and relaxed, post-orgasm. “They’ll be wondering what is going on - I didn’t come in here for something to happen, I was just waiting for you.” I hesitate. “I’m glad something did happen though.” I smile and kiss him, he responds immediately, kissing me back urgently then he suddenly breaks away.

“Mon dieu mi amor, you have no idea what you do to me, please wait outside . . . I need to compose myself I cannot go out like this.” He grins at me then looks down. He has a huge erection that cannot be disguised by his swim trunks. Knowing I can turn him on like that makes me feel so good . . . powerful. I grin at him and as I’m walking out say “I did offer to help with that problem!”

I hear him laughing as I close the door.

As I wade through the clear aqua water I feel on cloud nine. I get to the shore just as Xander is getting off the boat to join us. It’s a small beach, the sand is nearly white, this is the most beautiful idyllic place I’ve ever been to. The others are all sat down on a couple of picnic blankets and have started eating.

They look up when I approach, Kelly asks smirking “What took you so long?”

I knew they knew we’d been up to something, so I just shrugged and said “Xander.”

They all laugh.

I turn to see Xander walking out of the water behind me, as he reaches me he slides his arms around my waist and starts to kiss my neck from behind. This can’t be real, is this adonis really into me?

It must be obvious to the others that something has shifted between us, they know something happened on the boat.

Marty groans, “Put her down Alexander . . . let her eat!” Then he turns to me, “What have you done with my friend? I have never seen him be affectionate with a girl before . . . EVER.”

Xander looks up smirking at Marty. “Thank you Marty - that is enough.” He gives him a warning look and then releases me to sit down.

We have a lavish lunch of crusty bread, different meats, hummus, salad, crisp, pieces of chicken and fruit and cake for dessert. Everyone is enjoying it and the conversation is easy. Xander is sat so close to me the whole time that I can feel my body tingling.

We stay a while, music playing from the boat so that we can hear it, the captain waiting there for us. Oh s**t! Could the captain have heard me before with Xander? I wasn’t exactly quiet . . . f**k . . . I didn’t think of that – how embarrassing.

The guys ask us about back home and our lives. Kelly tells them about our dancing and the routines that we do together. Xander’s expression is unfathomable - he doesn’t like that I’m a dancer. To bad . . . it’s part of who I am.

We eventually make our way back to the boat and once it sets off again Xander asks me to go in the Jacuzzi with him, alone. I check with the girls, they’re enjoying themselves, everyone is on the Champagne. We’re clubbing later, so they better take it easy.

Xander folds his hand around mine as we are walking downstairs . . . it feels so natural. I don’t know what it is about him that makes me feel so safe and comfortable when I’ve only known him for three days. I feel that this is something more serious than a holiday romance, but I don’t want my mind to start making this into something that it is not.

He helps me into the already bubbling Jacuzzi . . . it s fantastic and relaxing. My mind wanders to whether he’s ever had s*x in it, or how many girls he’s had in here.

I have to ask. “I bet this Jacuzzi has seen a lot of action hasn’t it?”

He looks at me strangely like he doesn’t know whether to tell me something, so . . . hundreds then. I’m shocked when he says “I cannot speak for my brothers, but I can tell you that you are the first woman that I have invited on here.”

I snort unattractively. “Yeah, right.”

“This is true . . . you can ask the others. I . . . I do not have interest in women usually.”

Eh? What does that mean? “How do you mean?”

He laughs nervously, “That came out wrong. I mean I do not pursue women. There has never been any woman I’ve wanted to spend time with other than just for s*x. I only usually have s*x with women that have an agreement with me, that it is just s*x. I have never wanted anything more with any woman.” He carries on, “But I want to spend time with you. I cannot stop thinking about you Elsa, ever since I saw you walk into the hotel I was drawn to you. You are breathtakingly beautiful, but it’s also something more than that, I feel a pull towards you.”

I know exactly what he means because I feel it too, but I’m sure it’s just because I have holiday fever. I feel so happy knowing I’m the only woman ever to be here; in this Jacuzzi with him. It makes me feel special. He makes me feel special.

“Why are you not interested in relationships?” I ask

His expression changes and goes darker. “My family mostly. I should explain something about my family. They are very well known in Spain, sometimes not for the right reasons. My stepfather is a very powerful man, but he has not got his power from doing all good. Sometimes he has been bad. I run the clubs, legitimately – I do not associate with any of his other business or my brothers business.

Rafael is the brother I am with most of the time as his security business coincides with mine and we are good friends. Andreo is bad news, he is not a bad person but dangerous, his underground fighting that he runs is highly illegal and one day someone is going to get seriously hurt.

Gabriel is an accountant and has a lovely family. He does not want anything to do with the businesses at all. Sometimes my surname makes people fear me for who my stepfather is and sometimes it attracts the wrong type of women. I do not meet women like you on a day to day basis, you seem so worldly-wise for your age but naive and innocent at the same time.” He lifts his hand out of the water and strokes the back of his fingers down my face. I wonder if he has any clue exactly how innocent I am.

There are those butterflies again. Should I be scared about what he’s just told me? His family sound . . . well, shady - that’s how he’s described them anyway. I’m glad he’s been honest with me but is it really something I needed to know when I’m going home in two weeks or so, and will never see him again? I did pry so I suppose I asked for it, but at least he’s being honest.

I ask him, “When are you leaving to go back to Madrid?”

He gives me a crooked smile, “The same day you leave for home. I would like to spend as much time as possible with you between now and then.”

I shake my head. “I know . . . I’d like that too, but I’m on holiday with my friends and I can’t just desert them. Hayley paid for us all to come here and I won’t go off with some holiday fling and leave them to it.” I say, probably a bit harshly, but he can’t think that I’ll drop everything for him.

He stares at me and raises an eyebrow. “You are mistaken if you think this is a holiday fling. If you think this will be over at the end of your holiday, you are mistaken.”

I’m shocked. “How can you say that? We hardly even know each other?”

“I know enough to know that I want you . . . a feeling I’m not too familiar with.” He says

I want him too, a feeling I'm not too familiar with - God do I want him . . .