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)
My cock throbs with so much need it looks angry when I pull it out of its tight constraints, too impatient to wait a moment longer.
The tension is stifling, and I can hardly breathe.
Valentina and I exchange a look when I curl her legs around my waist and guide my cock toward the entrance of her pussy. It isn’t filled with suspicion or anger. It’s derived from nothing but mutual obsession.
A growl rumbles deep in my chest when I enter her bare for the fifth time in less than twenty-four hours.
Valentina’s lips part when I sink in deep, and then bliss filters across her face.
“Christ…” Satisfaction runs hot through my blood from the sheer awe on her beautiful face. She’s never been taken like this before. So deep and full.
I wait for her to acclimate to the intrusion before I dig my feet into the ground and use their grip to my advantage to pump into her again and again.
In minutes, Valetina’s eyes darken to match the sky above our heads, and a pink hue spreads across her cheeks. She’s close to coming again and squeezing my dick of its cum, but I pretend not to notice since we’re no longer alone.
17
VALENTINA
As sparks of an orgasm ignite, my lips tingle and my heart thunders in my chest. I’m trapped in a vortex where nothing exists but Giovanni’s hands in my hair and the soft, hungry press of his mouth on mine as he screws me senseless.
Then an unsettled and deliberate cough slices through the night.
I freeze in horror as Giovanni’s body tenses against mine. He whirls, instantly on guard, and his cheeks burn with fury.
“Who the hell—?” Giovanni’s voice is a possessive Sicilian thunder, but his words fall short when his squinted gaze lands on the person approaching us.
Awareness dawns on his face when a man with polished dress shoes and an immaculately tailored suit clears the shadows of the lemon grove.
Even though he covers his eyes with one hand and turns his body away from us with exaggerated modesty, I still want to disappear. I press my back against the rain-sodden ground and silently pray to melt into the blades of manicured grass.
Sensing my unease, Giovanni’s stance shifts. With his body alone, he protectively shields me from further embarrassment while telling our interrupter to leave.
“I’d rather stay,” the man says, amusement curling through his words.
Clearly, he has a death wish. Giovanni’s anger is evident, yet it doesn’t diminish the impressive size of his penis. It’s still pulsating inside me, and it steals my embarrassment as easily as it does my morals.
“We need to talk.”
“Now?” Giovanni’s reply conveys an edge of authority. It isn’t the same commanding tone he used while speaking with Dr. Di Petro. He addresses this man as if he is just as high up the food chain. As if he is his equal. I learn why when he adds, “I know it’s been a while for you, Brother, but I’m kind of in the middle of something.”
The brother’s deep laughter drowns out the husky chuckles of three other men concealed in the darkness. “Yes, Vanni, now. It’s important.”
Giovanni’s growl brings to mind the compromising position we were caught in, but the only thing that deflates my excitement when he slowly withdraws is disappointment.
The determination on his face when he entered me signaled that our exchange would be an all-night affair. Now, he dresses me as hurriedly as he’d removed his cock from his pants.
Once my clothes are on and straight, Giovanni’s hands gentle despite the tension still hardening his features, he assists me to my feet.
Upon hearing the shuffle of my unsteady feet, the stranger drops his hand and twists to face us. In seconds, I notice multiple Caruso resemblances. Giovanni’s brother shares his determined jaw, dark hair, and relaxed self-assurance. And don’t get me started on his natural arrogance. He’s not at all bothered that he interrupted us. If anything, he looks pleased.
“Is this what you’re doing with your nights now, Vanni? Playing hide-and-seek in the orchard?” While shaking his head, he laughs, his eyes sparkling with playfulness. “You always said you were too busy for games. Looks like you finally found a reason to play.”
Giovanni scowls and his jaw is rigid. “Not now, Dante.”
Although Giovanni’s tone is a distinct warning, Dante’s grin only intensifies. He’s clearly enjoying himself. “Don’t worry, I won’t tell the others you’ve gone soft. Or maybe I will. Depends on how much you’re willing to pay to keep me quiet.”
“And me,” pipes up a voice from behind, before another two comparable requests follow it.
I can’t help the strangled laugh that escapes me. I’m a mess of nerves, but I am also amused. I’ve never had siblings to bicker with. Being an only child is the only part of my childhood I wish I could change.