But that thought was quickly chased out of my head when his palm landed sharply on my ass. “Don’t run away from me, Helena.”
Even though the sting of being spanked radiated over my ass cheek, I lifted my hips, almost asking for more. “I didn’t run.”
“Bullshit.” He spanked me again, on the other side, and then pulled me up onto my knees, so that my ass was in the air, my face pressed to the pillow, bound in place by his tie. He ran his tip over my wet core, just teasing me, not filling me the way I needed. “You ran. And now that I’ve got you where I want you, you’re not getting away tonight. This sweet pussy’s all mine.”
He drove in hard, pulling my hips back to meet his.
Every thrust, every grip of his hands on my hips, my ass that still stung from his smacks, even the light nips of his teeth, felt like he was claiming me, marking me, making me his.
When I came, I came hard, screaming his name into the pillow, tugging at the tie holding me.
But even as Gio fucked me through his own orgasm, I knew we weren’t done.
He wasn’t done making me come, and I wasn’t even close to done with his big, thick cock.
The next morning, I woke to the smell of warm pastries and coffee filling the room.
“Rise and shine, sleepyhead.”
Gio was standing at the foot of the bed in a pair of jeans and a white tank top, looking so good, I was tempted to let breakfast get cold while I ate him up instead.
Apparently, all the night’s orgasms hadn’t sated my need for Gio. Not even close.
“What time is it?”
“It’s pretty early. Don’t think about it.” He winked at me and handed over breakfast. “Eat up, and then get ready. We have a lot to do, and not a lot of hours to do it in.”
What did we have to do? It wasn’t like buying lingerie could possibly take that long, could it?
But as I sat up, letting the sheet slide down my body, I couldn’t help but notice that Gio’s eyes went straight for my breasts. Maybe it wasn’t so much that we had a lot to do, so much as there was a lot he wanted to do but was fighting against doing.
I still didn’t quite know what was going on in his head, or what he really wanted from this relationship. He never talked to me about wanting anything more, but I was sore in all the right places this morning.
“What are we doing?”
“I found the perfect spot to do that shopping you wanted to do if you’re still interested. But it’s not in Rome, so we need to get on the road if we’re going to get there and then get back to the villa in time for you to put on that sexy blue dress for the rehearsal.”
God, that dress. I’d almost forgotten about it.
Getting up, I carried my coffee cup across the room to the bathroom. “Maybe we should find some appropriate underwear for me to wear with that too, since it hugs everything and that fabric’s not exactly designed to hide things like panty lines.”
“Or you could just not wear any panties.” He grinned as he settled at the foot of the bed. “I’m sure it would probably drive your mother crazy if she found out.”
I laughed and wiggled my butt toward him. “You just want to know that I’m commando under my dress.”
“It would give me some very fun dirty thoughts if you did.” He winked at me. “But if you’re going to shower, you should do it quick.”
Heading into the bathroom, I closed the door slowly, watching him slyly through the mirror. He was still sitting on the bed, looking at his phone, his hair falling over his eyes so that I couldn’t see them.
“Shower, Helena. You can’t just stare at me all day.”
Chuckling, I closed the door, looking myself over in the mirror. I found hickeys marking my thighs, bruises on my hips and ass, and even what looked like it might’ve been a bite mark on the side of my breast.
All of it made me so damn hot. Turning away from the mirror, I hopped in the shower and got ready, trying not to think too much about the sexy man on the other side of the door that I could so easily drag back into bed again.~~
“Okay, what sort of things do we need?” I looked around the high-end lingerie shop, a little overwhelmed by all the satin and lace.
Gio chuckled. “It’s all for you, Helena. Try things on. Find what makes you feel sexy, what makes you feel like a goddess.”
I swerved around one of the racks, avoiding his gaze. I wanted to say that the only thing in this store that had ever made me feel like a sexy goddess was the man standing in front of me. “Why don’t you help pick things out? You know what would look good in pictures. And you did pick out that dress, that I never would’ve tried on in a hundred years if it weren’t for you.”
“With these kinds of photo shoots, the dressing doesn’t matter as much as the woman inside it.” He smirked as he fingered some of the lace. “But I could probably come up with a few ideas.”
“Then let’s try stuff on, see what works.” I doubted much of any of it would, but I was willing to give it a shot, as long as he would be the only one seeing me in them.
We wandered the racks, but every time I tried to peek at what Gio had picked up, he would turn away from me, smirking as he said something snarky about not letting me see until we were in a dressing room.
Instead, he just left me waiting, wondering. And left me imagining what sort of lingerie he saw me in, what sort of lacy, satiny undergarments would make him want to strip me bare and make me scream.
“Okay, I feel like we’ve picked up half the store. Is there anything you haven’t looked at?” I looked around, half-expecting someone’s judging look, or someone to tell me that I couldn’t take that many items. Something to burst the bubble of happiness I had been feeling since the moment Gio brought me to Italy.
Something to remind me that this was real life, not a fantasy.
Gio led me into the dressing room area and hung up everything he’d picked up, I thought just maybe, as long as he was around, things could be at least a little bit a fairy tale.
If my fairy tale included the hottest sex of my entire life.
Gio waited outside while I got dressed, trying on one outfit after another. Finally, I popped my head out of the stall. “Can you help me? I don’t know what to pick, and I think I need a man’s opinion.”
For a second, it looked like Gio’s eyes were going to pop out of his head.
I chuckled as he stumbled a little bit getting up. “Are you sure you’re up for the challenge?” I pushed open the door, looking around for any prying saleswomen who might stop us.
“Fuck yes.” He stood across the dressing room as his eyes looked me up and down before settling on my breasts. “Good God, Helena.”
I bit my lip, nervous in the skimpy purple lace bra and panties set that pushed my breasts up high and hugged my curves, exposing more of my body than I normally did in lingerie. “I take it you like this one?”
Gio prowled forward, crowding me until his arms were around my waist and my back was pressed up against the mirror. “You look so damn fuckable, I want to rip them off you and take you right here.”
I could feel him against my thigh, growing longer and harder against me.
“I don’t know if that’s a good idea…” I blushed, knowing how loud I got when he was inside me. It was embarrassing enough that I needed him in the room helping me decide which ones to buy; I didn’t need the whole store to know how he made me come too.
Gio stepped back, leaning against the far wall. “Okay. Let’s see the other ones.”
I swallowed hard, trying not to pay attention to Gio or the way his eyes seemed to smolder with more and more lust as I stripped from one set to another. Every item I tried on seemed to go into the “buy” pile, until I got to the point where I felt like we were buying out the entire store.
The last one was a black strapless bra and a thong that I knew would fit and didn’t particularly want to try on. I was already struggling to keep my arousal in check with Gio’s eyes on me.
“I think we just need to decide what to keep and what to put back.”
Gio practically growled, “We’re getting them all.”
23
Giovanni
It took every ounce of my self-control not to fuck Helena right there in the dressing room.
I didn’t know what it was about her, but I felt like a horny teenager even when she was fully clothed. Watching her change in and out of skimpy scraps of lace was like a special form of torture.
One that I didn’t want to end.
“We should get going soon, if we’re going to make it back in time for the rehearsal.” I choked out the statement, fighting the need to adjust myself in my jeans, or just pull it out and take care of the issue.
Part of me wondered what Helena would do if I did. Would she watch? Would she take me into her mouth and help? Those thoughts needed to recede, or I really was going to fuck her up against that mirror.
“Get dressed, I’ll take these up to the register.” I scooped up everything she tried on and charged out of the fitting room, walking as well as I could with the hard rod pressing against the front of my jeans.
The saleswoman ringing me up smiled widely. “Your wife must be a very lucky woman.”
I glanced back at the fitting rooms, and grinned. Even though it was all still a ruse, and one that we really only had to keep up when her family was around, it was hard not to think of her as my fiancée, as the woman I could be married to. “Trust me, I’m the lucky one.”
I hated that Helena seemed to only be in this through the wedding. Couldn’t she see that there was something so much more here? That she made me want to make that engagement band on her finger permanent?
It would’ve been so easy to wake up next to her for the rest of my life. To make her the most important person in my world. To treat her like the goddess she was.
Hell, she even made me think about wanting kids.
She wanted friendship after the wedding, only friendship. I’d tried to show her how crazy that was, how much chemistry brewed between us all the time. I was determined to fuck the friendship right out of our relationship.
With several black bags in hand, I waited for Helena to come back out.
When it seemed like she wasn’t going to return, I carried everything back toward the dressing rooms.
“Yeah, Mom, we’re coming back for the rehearsal. I wouldn’t miss it for the world.” Helena paused, and then said, “I know we’re here for Daphne’s wedding, but you have to understand, this is my first real getaway with Gio. Just because we’ve got some set plans for the wedding, doesn’t mean I don’t want to spend some time with just my fiancé too.”
It gave me warm, fuzzy feelings in my gut, thinking about her calling me her fiancé.
“I’m sorry that you got stuck with other people, but I guarantee you wouldn’t want anything to do with what Gio and I were up to. We’re engaged, Mom. And like it or not, we’re going to spend time alone.” She paused. “Having a ton of hot sex, okay? We figured everyone in the house didn’t need to hear us going at it, so we left for a while.”
I bit back a chuckle as I knocked on the door. “Helena, are you ready? I think we have time for a quickie in the car before we make it back to the villa.”
The door flew open, and Helena signed, “Shut up!”
I winked at her and held up the bags.
“We’re heading back now. We should be there in a few hours.” She hung up and glared at me. “God, Gio, are you trying to make my mother hate you?”
“You were the one telling her we were having hot sex. I was just adding to it.” And imagining pulling over for that quickie, making you scream in the back seat. Maybe twice—once on my tongue and once wrapped around my cock.
She shook her head and reached for the bags. “I only told her that because she was trying to guilt me for, in her words, abandoning her all alone at the villa. Sometimes she’s just so damn frustrating.” She sighed. “You shouldn’t have bought all of these. How many pictures are you going to take of me?”
I pulled her in close and pressed a kiss to her cheek. “Just because you don’t need them doesn’t mean you shouldn’t have them.”
She blushed as she leaned into me, curling in close in the same sort of move I’d seen Aubrey and Hayley both do to their men when they were feeling flirty or particularly loved. It felt so right, so natural, like she was supposed to be in my arms. “We really should get going.”
I pulled back and gave her a soft, but insistent kiss before letting her go. “I can’t wait to see your mother’s face when you show up in that blue dress.”
Helena smiled softly, almost as if it were internal, just for her, and reached for my hand. “Okay, let’s go.”
The drive back to the villa was quiet. Helena seemed distracted, almost as if she weren’t fully in the car with me.
Even though part of me still really wanted to pull over somewhere and park, I didn’t feel like it was the right time.
“What’s the plan for the rest of the week?” I reached for her hand, looking for some connection, some touch, to make me feel like she was here with me.
“Huh? Oh, um, the rehearsal starts at four, and then there’s dinner and drinks. The wedding is tomorrow, so most of the day will be spent getting ready with Daphne and the other bridesmaids. I guess you’ll be on your own. Ceremony starts at five, followed by cocktail hour, dinner, and the reception. Our flight’s the next day at three-fifteen.” She spoke more to the window than to me, even though she didn’t let go of my hand. “I guess I didn’t really think through the boudoir shoot, did I? There’s not a lot of time.”
“If we don’t find time here, it’s not like the flight’s the last time I’m going to see you.” I paused a second before asking, “Is it?”
“No, of course not.” She looked over. “Unless you don’t want to see me?”
I shook my head and smiled. “You’re not getting rid of me that easy.”
She grinned. “Good.”
As she turned back toward the window, I would’ve given anything to know what was going on in her head.
“Hellie, thank God you’re back! I was beginning to think you were going to miss this.” Daphne ran up to the car as we pulled up and glared at me as we got out. “You’re not going in that, are you?”
She got out of the car and rolled her eyes as she started getting her stuff out of the back. “We’ve got over an hour before the rehearsal’s supposed to start. We’ll head upstairs, get cleaned up, and be ready before too long.”
“You went shopping and you didn’t invite me?” Daphne’s eyes grew wide. “I want to see everything!” She grabbed one of the black bags and pulled it open before Helena could stop her.
“Daph!”
She blushed as she handed the bag back. “I didn’t realize it was that kind of shopping.” Daphne looked over at me, and then at Helena. “I guess what Mom was saying was true, huh?”
Helena swallowed hard and looked over at me.
“It’s my fault. I just can’t keep my hands off my sexy fiancée.” I winked at Helena. “In fact, I think it’s time I take all these bags upstairs for her, so that we can finish what we started in the lingerie shop.”
I grabbed as much as I could, leaving Helena with just a couple bags of lingerie to bring in, and smirked at Daphne. “Four-thirty, right?”
“Four! We can’t be late for the rehearsal.”
Helena chuckled. “Don’t let him tease you. We’ll be down on time.”
As soon as we were closed in our room, I dropped everything on the bed and pulled her into my arms. “We should shower together.”
“That’s not going to help us get ready quicker.”
“Why not? I’ll wash your back, you wash mine.” I smirked. “And I’ll definitely wash a few other places as well.”
Helena blushed even as she chuckled. “You think you want to grab a condom while you’re at it?”
“That depends. Are you worried the whole h
ouse will hear?” I winked at her as I shook one out of the box and then tugged off my shirt. “Or are you hoping they do?”
Helena snatched the condom and smirked. “Someone should hear. And since you won’t be able to in the shower, I might as well take advantage of it.” She sauntered into the bathroom, and not for the first time, I wondered who was seducing who.
Zipping Helena into that blue dress made me want to rip it right back off her. It hugged her curves, amplified them in all the right ways, and knowing that she had next to nothing on underneath made it that much sexier. “I shouldn’t have bought you this dress.” I shook my head as our eyes met in the mirror. “It’s going to be next to impossible to not drag you off during dinner and feast on your body.”
Stepping away, I grabbed the second bag from the boutique. “But since I did, you should be properly sparkled too. I’ll let you finish getting ready, while I try to get some of my blood to cycle back into the rest of my body.” I kissed her cheek and smiled. “Just remember, tomorrow’s Daphne’s day, but she doesn’t have to be the only one shining tonight. Own this dress. Own this look. And I guarantee I won’t be the only one staring at you.”
She kept smoothing her hands down her dress, as if she still couldn’t get enough of herself in the getup either.
As I got dressed across the room and slipped out, I caught her eye one more time in the mirror and smiled, signing, “You’re gorgeous, Helena. Inside and out.”
Rose was leaning against the hallway wall when I got downstairs, as if she was lurking, eavesdropping outside the living room.
If it were anyone else, I would’ve assumed they were.
Instead, I waved hello and propped myself against the opposite wall.
“No one good to talk to in there, huh?” I gestured at the living room and smiled.
“Oh, you know how it is. Everyone was just talking my ear off, and I just needed to get away from all my fans.” She rolled her eyes. “Sometimes, I wish I’d been able to get a cochlear implant. I hate being the poor little deaf girl with no friends.”
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