I take the plate and start eating, not taking my eyes off her.
“You’re not going to sit down?”
I shake my head as I chew. There’s something about standing so close to her, almost over the top of her, that turns me the fuck on.
From this position it’s easy to see my body is so much wider and thicker than hers that I can completely block her view when I stand in front of her.
I want her to not just see how big I am, but to feel it. Feel my power now in her mind, before she feels it in the flesh.
My rock hard erection just won’t go away as my hand grips the ceramic plate hard. My other hand is holding the fork so tight I’m practically bending the stainless steel in my grasp.
My muscles are tense, as I make no apology about staring at her makeup free face. Damn she’s beautiful…and wrapped in white, like a virginal gift just for me.
I know her dad is controlling as fuck, and I wonder if she’s ever been with a man. I doubt it.
I could be her first, and her last.
And I will.
“Where did those extra blankets come from?” I ask, staring at the thick comforters on the bed. Despite their bright color I hadn’t even noticed them. I’d been too focused on her.
“I asked Alessandro to bring them.”
“It’s not warm enough for you?” I’m practically sweating.
“It’s warm enough, but if he doesn’t find another bed then we’re…we’re going to need a divider.”
“A divider?”
“I can’t ask a man of your size to sleep in that chair, so we’ll have to improvise. But this bed is small. We need something to keep us from…to put in-between us so nothing…happens.”
She thinks a little bit of fabric stuffed with whatever the hell they put into a comforter is going to stop me from what I want? From her?
Hell, I’d bust through a brick wall with my bare fists just to get a look at her, just to see this woman whose beauty has me losing my damn mind.
“We’ll make it work,” softly escapes her lips as her head turns to the side slightly.
“We’ll make it alright. We’ll make it.”
Make her mine that is.
CHAPTER 6
Lucia
After we eat, Lorenzo takes our bowls back to the reception, which gives me time to get the blanket situated in the middle of the bed and get back into my clothes.
The second he walks back into the room he smirks.
“So that’s the divider?”
“Stronger than the walls of the Coliseum in Rome.”
“I can see that,” he says, his eyes moving from my work to my body. “You sleep in your clothes?”
“I don’t have anything else.”
He reaches into his bag, his eyes never coming off mine and he tosses me a pair of boxer briefs and a T-shirt that’s so big I could swim in it.
“You need to get some sleep so we can be ready to get out of here first thing in the morning.”
I nod, moving towards the bathroom which means I have to walk past him.
My body brushes against his and I can’t help but inhale deep as I pass him, taking in his masculine scent. It’s not musky, like he just got done working out or something, but it is strong, more like smoked cedar chips, if such a thing even exists.
Once inside the bathroom I slide out of my clothes, noticing how my panties didn’t want to release at first. They’re a sticky mess and I’m half embarrassed to put on his clothes, knowing I’m going to do the same to his boxers.
What I really want is to walk out there right now buck naked and let him take me just like I know he wants to, which is exactly what I want too.
I could see his need when he was standing over me eating, his pants straining to contain his desire.
I get dressed in what he gave me and realize my desire is just as evident, my nipples pebbling through his shirt. Damn, I’m going to leave marks in the fabric if I’m not careful.
I step back into the room and the lights are already out.
He’s on his side, facing the wall, and he only has on a pair of boxer briefs, which I can see from the light that’s shining out from the bathroom.
“Come to bed,” he says as if he’s my husband calling me over.
The thought of this being my every night reality flashes through me and damn do I like the thought of it.
I crawl into bed, covering myself with the blanket that’s only on my side, but I’m immediately burning up. I can feel the heat radiating from his skin just inches from mine, his big body taking up most of the queen sized bed even though he’s practically ready to fall off his side.
And I’m about ready to fall over another kind of edge, one where for the first time in my life I give a man all of me.
But he’s not just any man. He’s my Italian mountain man.
CHAPTER 7
Lorenzo
Surely she can hear me breathing hard. Hell I can hear my heartbeat in my ear through the pillow. My pulse is skyrocketing, the side of my body rising and falling from the mattress and the blood rushing through me producing a thumping sound that carries through the springs underneath us and vibrates right back up to the surface and into my ear.
It’s only making things worse, and me a whole hell of a lot harder than I already was.
I can hear her breathing softly. It’s almost a whimper and damn do I ever want to roll over and give her something to really breathe hard about.
One hand is stuffed underneath my pillow propping it up, and my other hand rests along the side of my thigh, until it slowly slides forward, brushing against the fabric that separates it from the crown of my cock, and the fucker twitches up towards my belly button, needing to be set free.
My skin is so hot it itches. I can feel the heat in my face and a bead of sweat roll down from my armpits.
I’m not even wearing a single sheet, let alone a blanket, and the heat is on a moderate setting.
It doesn’t matter. It’s so hot I can barely breathe.
I stand up and move towards the window, cracking it slightly for some air.
It’s stuffy as hell in here and when I turn and see the shape of her ass sticking out I want to grab it and stuff my cock inside of it.
What in the hell has gotten into me?
I’ve never been an ass man, let alone thought about anal.
She’s going to be the death of me. She’s got my brain working in ways it never has. I’m thinking the dirtiest of things that I want to do to this little angel…my angel.
“My turn now,” her voice sounding deep. “Come to bed.” Is she mocking me?
She’s going to pay for that.
“Little girl is gonna get a spanking if she’s not careful.”
“And who’s gonna do that?”
I growl as my nostrils flare. “Don’t poke the bear.”
“Let sleeping dogs lie.”
Touché.
I move towards the bed, putting my hand squarely on her ass and roll her across the bed. “Hey!”
I take her side, lying down and facing her direction.
She rolls back over facing me and I can feel the heat from her breath on my face.
In one way we hardly know each other and in another it’s like we’ve known each other our whole lives. We both know how to tease in a fun, playfully, sexy as hell kind of way.
The way we work together, our natural chemistry, is too damn intense. I can feel her energy as she lies next to me, that goofy blanket barrier having been messed up in her roll, the dividing line in the sand between us clearly gone.
“You should get your rest,” I say, knowing we have to get up that mountain tomorrow no matter how much I know I need her to get up on top of my cock right fucking now.
Imagine if her dad has men watching us. The man is the most connected man in the country and for all I know there will be private investigator types taking pictures of us as we leave in the morning. Imagine if she has the freshly fucked look. Her fa
ther will know and he’ll send someone to kill me. I’m absolutely sure about that.
I don’t even care about myself, I just worry about her. What will he do with her if he knows she gotten too close to “the help.” That’s all I am to him, which is fine. It’s all I’ve ever wanted to be, at most.
“That makes two of us,” she says, her voice signaling she’s clearly awake and has been for some time.
I can feel the precome sticking to the inside of my boxer briefs as my dick gets dangerously close to stabbing her in the stomach.
I swear I just opened the window, but then how in the hell is it somehow even hotter inside now?
My eyes move down and I see her body shaking, her thighs clenched tight. Damn how I want to open them by any means necessary right now, filling her with more pleasure than she ever thought humanly possible.
I reach an arm across and wrap it around her body, sliding her across the thick sheets to me where she belongs…in my arms.
She licks her lips and I grunt hard.
My hand slides along her side, up across her shoulders before moving gently across her neck and then her cheek. My fingertips find a lock of hair and tuck it behind her ear so I can see her clearly, perfectly, without anything between the two of us.
Her hair is soft like silk but her skin has become tight, goosebumps covering it. Her whole body trembles slightly as she shivers even though I know there’s no way she’s cold.
She’s burning up. I can feel it.
“Tell me you want this.”
I can’t wait any longer. Four years was too damn long in the first place. We could have already had kids by now, or have gotten married at the very least.
I’m done fucking around wasting time. It’s time to finally live and that starts now, with her.
“I want this. I want you, Lorenzo,” she says softly and a throat growl vibrates through me.
“You have to be one hundred percent sure, completely convinced because this isn’t for one night. This is forever.”
She nods.
“Once we start there’s no going back. You won’t be able to stop me even if you tried.”
“I don’t want to stop you. I’ve wanted you, this, us, to start for a long time now. I’m ready.”
“I’m talking about all in, like every fucking inch of my cock that I’m going to bury in your tight, little pussy.” I move in closer, my nose brushing against hers as I speak into her slightly open mouth.
“I’m going to fill you with my seed, breed you, put babies in this amazing body of yours,” I say, my other hand sliding out and placing it on the T-shirt which covers her stomach. “And once I do I’ll never stop. As you know we Italians have big families and family always comes first…middle and last and everywhere in between. We’re going to have a huge family and I’m going to come inside you morning, noon and night until we’ve achieve that goal, my ultimate goal…making you the most beautiful mother in the world. And you know how you become that?”
“Tell me.”
“By putting my babies in your belly…and instead of telling you anymore I’m going to show you.”
CHAPTER 8
Lucia
A moan escapes me and that seems to set him off, his lips crashing down on mine.
My whole world flips upside down as my eyes close and a heat, inside this already burning up room, rushes through me.
I roll over onto him, but he doesn’t allow it, mounting me and taking both of my wrists in his arms as he holds me against the mattress, his lips devouring mine.
He kisses me hungrily before moving his way down my neck, causing my back to arch and my body to writhe against the sheets, knowing this is really happening.
The way he’s kissing me tells me I have no say in this matter anymore. It’s just as he promised. Once we start there’s no going back, not even if I wanted to.
He physically can’t, the hard rod pressing into my stomach more than enough proof to back up his words.
“I swear we’ll get to know each other better real soon, but first I have to know you like this…intimately,” he says as he reaches for the bottom of my shirt.
His callused hands take it, sliding it up my sides until he’s at my breast level, without any signs of stopping.
He doesn’t.
My back stays arched and the fabric easily clears my breasts, exposing them for the first time to anyone. He’s the first one to see my body, and see my need as my nipples ache, elongated and he takes one in his mouth while his hand grasps my other breast.
I feel a moan leave his mouth and rumble across my chest as he sucks my nipple, before flicking it and then taking it in between his teeth firmly, but not hard enough that the pain is too much.
“You want to get to know me better?” I say.
“Until I can predict what you’re going to do with my eyes closed.”
“I’m not sure you could guess what I’m going to tell you right now.”
“Don’t tell me you changed your mind. It’s too late,” he snarls.
“Never, but what I have to tell you is that…I’ve…never…”
His mouth comes off my tit and I feel his chin scrape along my cleavage as his head goes from horizontal to vertical as he stares at me like a man possessed.
“You never what?” he demands.
“What do you think.”
“Tell me. Don’t make me think right now. I can’t. I’m fucking gone, lost in the flesh, your body, making you mine.”
“You’ll be the first to know what that’s like…and the last.”
“You’re a…”
I nod.
He bares his teeth and a throaty growl pours out from his lips. It just continues like a wolf preparing to howl at the moon in the night.
“Mine,” he says and his head darts to my body, kissing his way down my stomach as his fingers grab my hips hard.
He grabs the boxer briefs I’m wearing and tears them clean off, ripping the micro modal fabric like it’s a napkin.
His face backs away, his chest heaving as he stares down my hole.
“Oh fuck yeah! That’s mine. Your pussy is fucking mine. Do you understand me?”
“Yes,” I whimper.
“I can’t go slow. You have to know that. I’m about to lose it right fucking now,” he says as he doesn’t take his eyes from my glistening gift.
“I don’t want you slow. I want you now.”
“And every day for the rest of our lives.”
His head darts into my middle and he takes my entire pussy in his mouth, dragging his tongue right up my middle as my ass muscles flex, sending my hips forward, grinding my pelvis into his face as his tongue slides inside me, claiming me for the first time.
CHAPTER 9
Lorenzo
Italy is known for its food, but this is the sweetest treat of them all, and no one but me will ever know.
I’m holding her hips tight, like someone’s going to come in here at any second and try to take her from me.
Never.
You’d have to kill me and even as I was lying on the ground dying I’d bite your fucking ankle off to stop you. No one gets close to my woman.
Not mafia.
Not police.
Not feds or even Interpol.
She’s mine and only mine.
Her pelvis grinds into my skull as my tongue dives deep, tasting sweetness and then muskiness from her tight tunnel.
My cock is thumping up and down on the bed, slapping it like a jackhammer.
And I know I could pound nails through concrete right now, my rod hard as steel and my shaft a thicker handle than any hammer I’ve ever seen.
One hand slides up her side and to her breast, as I take it in my hand, gripping it hard as I feast on her pussy.
I suck her lips, taking her labia in my mouth before spreading her wide with my tongue so I can get as deep as possible as I search for her spot.
I want her to come. Need her to come. Need to drink her in as her
body quivers, shakes, and shivers into my mouth.
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