Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 94124 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 471(@200wpm)___ 376(@250wpm)___ 314(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94124 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 471(@200wpm)___ 376(@250wpm)___ 314(@300wpm)
“Oh… God,” I breathe into the humid night sky when he pulls down the cup of my bra and traps my nipple into his mouth. I dig my fingers into the squishy ground when he tongues the hardened nub like he does my clit before he draws it deep into his mouth.
“Who, dolcezza?”
Giovanni groans low in his throat when I thread my fingers through his hair and force his mouth back onto my breast. Our race through the grounds of his palatial mansion knotted his hair, making my tug violent.
Heat forms in my core when he kisses a trail down my flabby midsection. He tongues my belly button before pressing his lips to the bow at the top of my panties.
I watch him in anticipation when he gestures for me to lift my hips so he can remove my skirt and panties. I’m dying for him to taste me again, but what he does next is even better than that.
He drags his nose down the seam of my soaked pussy, growling when the briefest skim of his nose across my clit almost sets me off.
“Mmm,” he moans, doubling the sparks rocketing through the lower half of my stomach. “I smell good in you.”
I don’t get the chance to comprehend what he means or take offense before he spears his tongue between the lines of my pussy. Lights blister as a fiery heat singes my veins.
Moaning, I bury my hand in his hair, pinning his mouth with my pussy, before riding the erotic surge cresting through me.
Giovanni knows how to give head. In seconds, the signs of climax re-cluster in my core. I sink into the plush grass, eyes glazing over, and writhe when he hits my clit with back-to-back rapid-fire licks.
When he takes my clit into his mouth, I ride the tsunami for all it’s worth. I shudder and shake as a charge of electricity spasms in my womb.
“Gio…” His entire name is too much for me to get out. Sparks are darting, and it’s taking all my willpower not to scream his brilliance into the evening air.
I’m spread-eagled and practically naked in a field. Now is not the time for a guard to rush in and save me.
I’ve scarcely come down from the clouds when Giovanni pushes two fingers inside me. He’s hovering over me, powerful and in control, and it’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.
Only one thing could top it.
“Take your shirt off.”
His eyes shoot to me, heavy with outrage. I hardly know Giovanni, but I am confident he’s used to giving the orders. He’s never taken them.
“Please…” I murmur, not above begging. I’m dying to feel the heat of his skin under my hand, and to drink in his rippling abs and tattooed pecs—desperate enough to plead.
“How can I deny when you ask like that?”
With his fingers still pumping in and out of me, Giovanni pulls his shirt over his head by the collar with his spare hand, unconcerned that he pops several buttons on the pricey garment.
“Now your undershirt.”
There’s no hostility in his tone when he replies with a smirk, “Has anyone ever told you that you’re quite bossy, Ms. Raimondi?”
In the blink of an eye, he freezes. It’s a fight not to whimper. Even though I’ve already climaxed, my wonderful night with Giovanni only twenty-four hours ago taught me that I’m more than a one-and-done girl. Multiples are very much anticipated.
“Valeria was the one who joked about them getting your files confused, wasn’t she?” Even though he’s asking a question, I don’t reply. Realization flickers in his eyes. He knows the truth. He just needed to crawl out of the rubble the clinic threw on us before he could see it. “She lied,” he murmurs to himself. “She lied to me.”
I nod, the relief bittersweet. The damage has already been done. I’ve been drugged, accused, and dragged into a nightmare I never asked for. But even as Giovanni’s anger shifts away from me, I can’t shake the unease that settles deep in my bones.
Even if I’m exonerated, will I ever truly be free? And do I want to be?
16
GIOVANNI
Every instinct in me screams to confront Valeria right now, to demand the truth and make her pay for the lie that nearly tore me apart. The urge is as primal as a storm after a humid day.
Her face when she realizes I know the truth and that her game is over will be worth the delay. But this… this urge is more potent.
Valentina writhing beneath me, her face flushed with ecstasy and her scent permeating above the smell of recently squashed lemons, trumps everything. My obsession with her is a living thing. It’s fierce and unrelenting, bordering on madness.
Even if she had accepted the bribe I offered to test her loyalty, I couldn’t walk away if I tried.