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)
That is the only reason I let Valeria go. I didn’t do it because I doubt the bloodline of my child and didn’t want to risk them growing up hating me. I did it because I couldn’t stand the thought of Valentina looking at me as if I were a monster instead of the father of her offspring.
I’ve seen that look before, and I’ll burn the world to ash before I’ll ever force it onto Valentina’s face.
The inferno in my stomach rages, but I douse the flames with some spit. Valeria will get what’s coming to her, but not yet. Valentina is at my side, holding her hand out in offering like her suggestion for us to go easy on the PDA until my family gets used to her is now void.
After farewelling my father with a brief chin dip, I guide Valentina toward the exit. As we step into the hall, Valentina exhales like she’s been holding her breath for hours.
“That was…” She trails off, unable to find the right word.
“Unexpected?” I smile, hopeful it will hide the anger brandishing my cheeks with a red hue.
Her laugh is shaky but genuine. “Yeah.”
I slip my arm around her waist and pull her close as we walk. “You were perfect,” I murmur against her hair. “He likes you.”
She inclines her head, her eyes shining. “You think?”
“I know.” Her elbow gets friendly with my ribs during my following sentence. “He can’t have you, though. You’re mine.” The shudders of her soundless laughter shift to the shakes of fear when I add, “And one day soon, you’ll be my wife.”
31
VALENTINA
My awareness of Giovanni’s closeness activates half a second before his lips brush the sensitive skin between my thighs. He grazes my clit with his teeth while slowly pushing two fingers inside me. I bite my lip, trying vainly to pretend I’m still asleep. The perfect pressure of his tongue on my clit unravels me in seconds.
I love that he’s so hungry for me that he doesn’t wait for me to wake before helping himself. I can’t recall a single time in the past three weeks when Giovanni hasn’t awoken me this way. Some days, his licks are leisured and lazy. Others, like today, they’re hurried and hungry.
He wants me quivering beneath him before breakfast because we’re busy the rest of the day. Today is my mother’s birthday, and although I assured her last week that she didn’t need to accept Mr. Caruso’s invitation on any day during her birthday week, she thought the day he suggested was perfect.
We will feast like kings, and we won’t have to worry about the electric bill next month because we spent all our funds on food.
It’s quite clever, but I’m still suspicious. My mother didn’t flinch when I announced that Mr. Caruso knew it was her birthday week. She smiled shyly as a faint pink hue creeped up her neck.
My hands slam down on the mattress when Giovanni wordlessly announces he’s noticed my distraction. He eats me with so much urgency that warmth spreads low in my belly and pools between my legs before I can warn him about the violent orgasm cresting in my womb.
The violent jerks of my body as I ride the wave of euphoria assure him he has my utmost attention, but just in case, he adds another finger to the mix. This time, he inserts it in my ass.
“Don’t clench.” Giovanni’s warm breath on my drenched pussy lips sweeps open my thighs. “Good girl.”
I dig my fingers in his hair and tug hard when he returns his mouth to my sensitive pussy. As he moves his thick finger in and out of my ass, its fluency complements the residue slicked between my butt cheeks, he toys with my clit and penetrates me with his tongue.
The strength of my pre-dawn orgasm already has me gasping for air, but the way he makes something I once thought was dirty feel good has me unable to catch my breath.
He works my body with the intimacy a musician has for his preferred instrument, and within seconds, the mist of elation coats my skin.
“Slower, dolcezza. You’re riding my finger like you can take my cock. We both know that isn’t true, but if you keep making me double-guess myself, I’ll do something I can’t take back.”
My reply is more moans than distinguishable words. “Like banning Valeria from the Caruso compound?”
Defending this woman is the equivalent of eating glass, but no matter how hard I shuffle the facts, hopeful they’ll land in my favor, the truth can’t be hidden. The child I’m carrying could be Valeria’s.
That gives justification for however rude she wants to be.
I’d be distraught if I were in her position, so although I understand Giovanni’s wish to shelter me from additional harm, I’m worried the harm he’s doing to his relationship with the possible mother of his child could be worse.