Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 73250 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73250 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
Chapter 14
Everyone had something
Vittoria
It was difficult to bargain without a bargaining chip, but everyone had something of value.
My stomach tensed as I stepped out of the walk-in closet wearing the floor length pale satin, cream-colored robe. It felt wonderful against my skin, like a gentle fingers caress on my legs with every step I took. And when I approached the bed, I peered down at it, clutching the ends of robe together tightly before closing my eyes, taking a deep breath and exhaling slowly.
Everyone had something.
Maybe Marco was right. Maybe there was no way to fix what I broke. But I still had something Ettore desired.
Me.
That night in the hotel, he called my toxic beauty a weapon and, as it so happened, right now, I needed one.
My hands loosened and the sides of the robe parted in the middle, revealing my softened belly and the small dark triangle of curls down below. I needed his attention and words were not working. I gently shrugged and the smooth material fell from my shoulders, down to my middle, leaving my breasts bared. I let the robe fall to the ground. The material gathered around my feet and then, I was left standing utterly nude and bared to him in the gentle warmth of lamplight.
Was he watching me?
I pulled away the covers and slipped onto the sheets, laying back with my heartbeat steadily throbbing at my throat. I blinked and swallowed hard, nerves attacking my stomach in a way that made me feel lightheaded. But it didn’t matter.
I was going to do this.
He hadn’t yet come when I called. Perhaps, when he heard his name on my lips as I touched myself, he would reconsider.
At least, I hoped he would.
“Please be watching,” I muttered under my breath as I moved my hands from my sides to my stomach. My fingertips glanced over my skin, circling and swirling slowly. I closed my eyes and let my head sink back into the plush pillow as my hands cautiously explored.
This wasn’t the first time I’d masturbated, but I had never done it quite so openly. It was always under the covers, in the dark with a hand slipped into my underwear. Never so… exposed.
And as my cool hand moved up and over my breast, my nipple beaded almost painfully, causing my lips to part and my face to soften.
If I were being honest, I planned on this being an act, showing Ettore what I thought he wanted to see. But now, as the stirring of lust swirled in my taut belly, I barely thought about being watched. When my legs parted and my hand slipped between them, I cupped my mound and let out a shaky sigh. Unconsciously, my legs spread even wider as I dipped my middle finger into the warmth of my pussy, running it gently along my slit, up and down, slowly at first, circling my nipple with a light finger.
I thought about the last time we were together, here in this room. The smell of his cologne lingered in my memory. His primal state. How my husband threw me down, held my ass high and ate my pussy like it was his absolute pleasure. I’d never felt so desired. Ettore worshipped me in a way that made me feel both uncomfortable and undeniably wanted.
And as my fingers glanced my opening, I found it slick with wetness, and I bit my bottom lip hard enough to hurt, making my fingers work faster, then breathed out, “Oh, yeah.”
My clit began to swell and when I thought about the moment Ettore plunged into me, the precise moment of penetration, my hips bucked upwards and my toes curled into the sheets. I dipped my fingers inside of myself, in and out, a poor imitation of how roughly Ettore fucking me. A long, needy moan was torn from my throat. “God, yes, Tor. Fuck me.”
It was so obscene, the way he took me.
Ettore didn’t ask permission. He didn’t need to because I was his to take.
My breathing turned shallow and hitched when I grazed my clit. I dipped into myself, gathering wetness, using it to lubricate my fingers and a desperate whine escaped me because it felt so damn good. I was close, but not close enough. My fingers circled one nipple, pinching hard enough to make me hiss out in pain, but it felt like a solid greedy lick to my clit.
This wasn’t a show anymore. “Please, Tor. Don’t stop.”
I alternated fucking my hot, needy pussy with my fingers then circling my clit with gentle but firm fingertips. My body began to tense. I tugged at my nipple, pulling it until it stung, and shuffled restlessly out of sheer frustration.
“Just like that,” my voice didn’t even sound like my own. “Don’t stop. Oh, God, don’t stop. I’m so close.” I ran my fingers over my clit rapidly, panting loudly, moaning in short bursts. “Don’t stop, baby. Fuck me harder.” My legs stiffened. I felt it coming and whined impatiently, “Please. I need it. I need you.” Everything went tight. My ass clenched, my tight hole fluttered and my fingers worked overtime over the bundle of nerves that demanded attention. I was desperate for it and just when I thought it would never come, my eyes shot open, my back arched and I hoarse cry escaped me as my body went numb, my head swam and pussy clenched then released, over and over again, in what was the most intense orgasm I had ever given myself.