You Owe Me, Baby

by Simmons, Sabel

  You Owe Me, Baby

  Sabel Simmons

  Copyright © 2014 Fluffer Nutter

  All rights reserved.

  ISBN-10: 1500374083

  ISBN-13: 978-1978-1500374082

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are either products of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

  MORE BOOKS BY SABEL SIMMONS

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  contents

  Dictionary

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty One

  Chapter Twenty Two

  Chapter Twenty Three

  Acknowledgement

  The writer acknowledges that there are no Monarchs or acknowledged Kings in Italy and that San Marino is an independent state in Italy. The information and references in this book that refers to history in regard to Royalty in Italy is totally fictitious.

  To my daughter Riana, … I used your phrase! See page 318 - “Cry me a river”

  Dictionary

  Non solo ancora - Not just yet

  Guardarmi - Look at me

  Venire - Come

  Amore - Love

  Adesso - Now

  Sfidarmi - Challenging

  Sei - Are you?

  Che è una promessa - That is a promise

  Che è un altro promessa - That is another promise

  Buona mattinata perdere - Good morning miss

  Come posso assistere - How can I assist?

  Parli Inglese - Do you speak English?

  Entrare - Enter

  Bene - Well

  Così - So

  Io non parlo Italiano - I don’t speak Italian

  Non capisco - I Don't Understand

  Buongiorno - Good Morning

  Signora - Lady

  Scusate - Sorry

  Bella - Beautiful

  Donna - Woman

  Madre de Dio - Mother of God

  Cara - Dear

  Sono d'accord - I agree

  Lei è squisita - She is exquisite

  Tesoro - Sweetheart

  Mai prima - Never before

  Insolente - Insolence

  Come si fa - How do you do

  Incinta - Pregnant

  Arrivederci - Goodbye

  Così umidi - So wet

  Non mi rinnegherai - Do not deny me

  Chapter One

  “Remind me, Benito, whose idea was this Historian again?”

  Benito looked at his employer with his usual expressionless face. He was an age old, proper butler. If Gabriel did not put his foot down that he wanted informality on his Island home, he would be dressed up in a black suit with a starched white shirt and tie.

  “Your sister, my King.”

  Gabriel sighed heavily, knowing it served no purpose to berate the loyal butler about the King business.

  “The reason being?”

  “She believes that your lineage goes all the way back to the King Frederick Costello that ruled in San Marino and Italia during the 1860’s as the Duke of Seravalle.”

  “When will she realize I have no interest in the past? It is 2014 for heaven’s sake!”

  “She feels that if proven you will accept your inauguration and the Kingdom easier.”

  “There is no such thing as an official Kingdom or a Monarchy anymore. Why did I even agree to this stupidity, Benito?”

  “I believe you were slightly in your cups, my King. She approached the subject during your birthday party last month.”

  Gabriel groaned. Trust Sophia to spring something like that on him during a weekend of partying with his friends. He couldn’t remember the last time he was so high in his cups. He never got drunk – not since Varsity days.

  “The people of San Marino and Italia will always believe in the Kingdom, my King. They are a staunch and traditional lot. They have accepted the independence from being ruled by Government, but for them, it has and will always be a Kingdom ruled by their King. Even if it is in coalition with Arengo the electoral body. A King that was born through a lineage of fierce and respected leaders. You know very well it has always been governed in coalition and that San Marino Italia remains under the Rule of the house of Seravalle.”

  Gabriel sighed heavily. In their eyes he was already their King. Since the day his father died a year ago, even though he refused to go through the formal inauguration ceremony. He has been labeled as a prince since birth. A title he accepted grudgingly as it was his birthright and tried to please his parents. Now they want him to be a King! At least his father knew he was not King material. He always berated him for his wild ways! He enjoyed his life as it was and he sighed, knowing eventually he would have no other choice but to give in. To fulfill the legacy of his father … of the Costa family.

  “I think I’ll go and check the cottage where the historian will stay. When is he arriving?”

  “Either later today or tomorrow. I am sure the cottage has already been aired and cleaned. I will go and check, my King. You should not be the one to …”

  “Nevertheless, it will give me an opportunity to see if we need to do some work there. I have not been up there in ages. Please ask Antonio to saddle Duke for me. Might just as well give him some exercise.”

  Gabriel enjoyed the ride up the hill towards the two story cottage that overlooked the castle-like mansion he had modernized when he bought the Island two years ago. Duke was up for a run and they tore up the hill in no time. He jumped down and hitched him to a low branch.

  He stood looking up at the roof and noticed it could do with some slate fixing and a coat of paint. The cottage was built with stone and very sturdy. The inside of the place was modernized at the same time his house was. There was a neat garden around the cottage and a small pool to the side of the house. It was an idyllic little place where you could find tranquility and peace. He walked around and entered through the back door. It was clear that the cottage had been cleaned and aired. There were even fresh flowers in glass vases in the foyer and lounge.

  There were stairs leading up to the second floor with a sturdy and intricate carved balustrade curved all the way to the top. He followed the curved staircase and walked into the extra bedroom to check that even there his staff cleaned and aired the bathroom. His footsteps were quiet as he entered the main bedroom and with a frown noticed the open window when a soft breeze blew the curtain to the inside.

  A soft moan from the bed froze him on the spot and his eyes swung to the bed. His breath solidified in his chest and his whole body reacted by tightening at the sight that met his eyes. She was lying on her back with the cotton sheet only covering one leg and pulled slightly over her belly, pooling between her legs. She was naked … absolutely and totally naked and … breathtaking.

  The leg closest to him was bent slightly and even in that position, it was perfectly formed. Her skin over her stomach was pulled tight and he followed the curve of her waist over the slope of her ribs. He lost his br
eath as her one hand moved to follow the same route his eyes just did to cup her one breast. Oh God … and were they a sight to behold. Full, slightly more than a handful, luscious, yet firm and perfectly formed with large pinkish brown nipples.

  His mouth watered to taste and suck on her bottom lip, that were slightly fuller than her top one. Her nose was small and her eyes appeared to be almond shaped with perfectly curved eyebrows. Red gold colored hair spilled over the pillow and he swallowed hard. She was exquisite … temptation personified!

  He moved closer to the bed. Her eyes opened suddenly and she stared at him through heavy lidded, sleep muddled, beautiful violet colored eyes. Her voice rasped straight to his shaft that strained painfully against his jeans.

  “Wow … talk about one hot, sizzling dream coming to life! C’me here, sexy!”

  She reached for his hand and nothing would have kept him from kneeling on the bed and lowering himself between her spread thighs. He leaned onto her and lowered his mouth to hers. Her lips were soft and warm. He slowly stroked his lips over hers, from one side to the other and followed the same route with his tongue. He gave in to his desire to pull her bottom lip in his mouth and he sucked - she moaned and his tongue slowly stroked past her lips to take possession of her mouth. He took his time to explore her honeyed sweetness.

  When her tongue touched his and twirled around it, pulling and sucking, heat exploded between them. His kiss turned wild, passionate and demanding. She responded and her hands trailed a scalding path over his back, caressing his muscled cords straining against her.

  She mewled and he went deeper, demanding her full submission. He leaned against her, spreading her thighs wider and pressed his full arousal hard against the apex between her legs and grind-thrust against her. Her breath caught in her throat and her eyes shot open. She frantically pushed against his chest and tried to pull her mouth from his. Gabriel took his time ending the kiss before he lifted his head and looked into fiery pools of violet rage.

  “How dare you! Get of me!”

  A slow, sensual smile played around his lips and she nearly swooned when his answer came in a deep, raspy voice.

  “I dare, Red … because you invited me here.”

  He pressed his full arousal hard against her to indicate where the here was.

  She gasped and closed her eyes, only to rip them open when the sensation of his hard ridge caused heat to rush there and she felt the wetness between her thighs.

  “Oh Lord! I thought I was dreaming! Off … get off!”

  His slow grin widened and his hot amber eyes moved over her quivering mouth, down the slope of her chest to caress her naked breasts. They shriveled in anticipation and his smile turned feral. His eyes met hers and she shook her head frantically.

  “Oh no, Red. Non solo ancora … not just yet. They are just too much of a temptation.

  She watched his head lower and her breathing became short gasps as his lips closed over one nipple. He drew it deep and slowly into his mouth. Sucking and twirling his tongue over the tight nub. His fingers closed around the other and he rolled and pinched the nipple. She squirmed helplessly. He swopped to the other breast and she mewled as he sucked harder and pulled her breast deeper into his mouth.

  “NO! Stop! Please … you have to … ooohh … stop!”

  Her demand ended in a breathless whisper and he smiled against her breast. He pulled his head back and released her breast with a pop, only to caress both between his fingers. He rolled his hips demandingly against her core and she melted.

  “Guardarmi! Look at me Red.”

  Her eyes popped open and met his. They were orbs of amber flames, scorching hers with need.

  “I want you to come for me, just like this and I want you to look at me when you do.”

  “No … you can’t … you have to … ooohh … have … to … ooohh.”

  He held her eyes captive, whilst he continued the torture pleasure of rolling, pulling and pinching her nipples, all the while grinding the rock hard ridge of his massive arousal against her core. He rolled his hips, ground it hard against her clit and thrust as if inside her. She mewled like a tortured cat. He saw her eyes glaze over, felt her nipples swell and tighten even more and his slow sensual smile scorched her tortured soul.

  “Now, Red … come for me … venire amore … venire adesso … come now!”

  Her whole body tightened and she climaxed so hard she shouted and pushed her core hard against him, lifting her hips from the bed and he growled. He panted and forced his need down. He’d be damned if he came in his pants like a schoolboy! But damned if he didn’t need to! She was so hot … so sensual … so much of a temptation he knew this was only the beginning. The next time, they would come together!

  He kept grinding against her, ensuring he rolled against her clit and lowered his head to suckle her nipples, first the one and then the other. She clutched his arms, her back arched and she breathed haggardly. He kept feeding her climax. He has never felt a woman shudder and climax so hard and so long from just receiving stimulation on her nipples and clit. He has never enjoyed watching a woman fall apart in his arms as he just did her.

  He smiled as her eyes begged hoarsely with him.

  “Stop … enough! Please …”

  He slowly brought her down and watched her body relax and blush below his. She pushed desperately against his chest.

  “Get. Off. Me!”

  Well … he was a Prince … in fact an un-inaugurated King; therefore he did not take kindly to being ordered around.

  “Not before you tell me when you’re ready for the second round, Red.”

  “Oef! You are so conceited! If I was not half asleep this would never have happened!”

  “Oh Red … sfidarmi? If you knew me better, you would never throw out a challenge like that! Shall I prove to you how fast you will come for me again? Are you ready for round two right now? Sei?”

  She nearly swallowed her tongue in indignation and anger swirled like shards of ice in the violet depths of her eyes.

  “Hear me and hear me well … you … you jackass! There will not be a second round! For the last time! Get of me!”

  He chuckled and the deep sexy sound shot an arrow of heat down to her core and she nearly closed her eyes. He leaned in and kissed her hard and passionately on her lips.

  “No, Red. You hear me and hear me well. Sex with me is never one sided. You owe me … and I intend to collect. Che è una promessa … and a fact.”

  He pushed of her agonizingly slowly, flipping his fingers over her nipples before he turned around and sauntered to the door. He turned around and looked at her. She was still lying in the position he left her and he smiled.

  “Next time, Red … you are going to come so hard and so often, your voice will be hoarse from all the screams. I am going to ride you raw! Che è un altro promessa.”

  He ducked and laughed when she hurled a pillow at his head.

  Sienna did not move for a full fifteen minutes after he sauntered out of the room. She couldn’t, even if she wanted to. Her body was in shock. She was twenty eight years old and never once has she had such an amazing and intense climax as he just gave her. Without even being intimate! Not that she had much of a sex life to brag about. She’d only been with one man and he clearly had no idea … make that not a clue how to give a woman pleasure.

  Climaxing on demand … his eyes that burned sensually into hers while he seduced her … it was as if he had control over her body and pressed a button and … wham! Pleasure extraordinaire!

  She covered her face with her hands and let out a frustrated scream. How could she have been so stupid! To invite him into her bed! Oh Lord! She had just dreamed about the same, sexy hottie and to open her eyes and he was right there … she thought she was still in her dream!

  She thought back two days when she arrived at Naples airport and saw him from a distance, striding with long, strong steps towards the exit. He was gorgeous and took her breath away. She always had a thing
for dark tall, muscled men and he had the full package.

  He swaggered in a perfect balance between arrogant, manly and sexy. He moved with seductive masculinity that made her mouth water.

  His smooth, bronzed skin glowed. There was a maturity, confidence and grace in his expressions alone. Every line, every crease was elegant and revealed a lifetime's worth of knowledge even though he appeared in his thirties.

  He had medium brown hair, worn long and negligently flicked back. She watched him run his hands through his hair and she ached to follow with hers. His nose was straight over full, strong lips and his eyes were perfectly formed, surrounded by long thick eyelashes. His eyes were amber colored that burned as hot as liquid gold. He sported a rough but neat stubble beard that gave him a rugged and sensual look.

  Looking up into all that gorgeousness hovering above her and feeling his hard and large ridge grinding into her core caused every bone in her body to melt.

  She groaned and pressed her face deep into the pillow. How could she have allowed a total stranger to do to her what he did? What must he think of her? Oh God … who was he? What was he doing here in the cottage? Oh sweet Lord … she hoped he was not a guest of the King. She would just die if she had to bump into him in the presence of her current employer! Especially after all those promises he made!

  Chapter Two

  “Buona mattinata perdere. Come posso assistere?” Benito was his normal formal and proper self when he opened the front door and found Sienna standing there.

  Sienna smiled at the stiff posture of the butler that opened the door.

  “Ehm … Parli Inglese?” Sienna asked in one of the limited sentences she knew in Italian.

  Good Morning, Miss. How can I assist you?” He responded in perfect English with only a slight accent.

  “Good morning. I am Sienna Thorne. I believe Kig Costa is expecting me.”

  “Not that I am aware of Miss Thorne. What is your business with the King?”

  His demeanor was one of a staunch gatekeeper and it was clear if he did not believe she belonged there, she would not pass through the door.