Total pages in book: 139
Estimated words: 142640 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 713(@200wpm)___ 571(@250wpm)___ 475(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 142640 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 713(@200wpm)___ 571(@250wpm)___ 475(@300wpm)
Giuliano Ferrara, the king of Italy is here, and I am a faceless woman around his dick.
He begins to moan and the sound of it sets me off, I shudder hard as I come in a rush, my face planted silently into my pillow.
He slaps me hard on the ass as he comes deep inside of me. His pumps almost painful as he slams every last drop from his body.
He rolls off me and falls onto his back, panting hard, he puts the back of his forearm over his face as if to hide from me.
We went there, we actually went there. And damn it, it was good.
Too good.
A kaleidoscope of emotions run through me, but there’s only one I can make sense out of.
Shame.
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Francesca
Our collective panting fills the silence and then he gets out of bed in a rush.
Huh?
He begins to gather his clothes.
I sit up, my nakedness on full display. “What are you doing?”
“I’ve got to go.” He rushes from the room with his clothes in his arms.
What?
He’s leaving?
I lean back onto my elbows in shock…what the hell? I hear him drop his belt and the buckle clangs as it hits the ground, then a shoe hits the ground as he drops it.
He’s panicked and rushing to get out of here as fast as he can.
Is he kidding?
Something snaps deep inside of me and I storm into the living area. “Don’t you dare,” I growl. “Don’t you fucking dare walk out that door and make me feel like one of your cheap gangbanging whores.”
His chest rises and falls as he struggles for control.
“You.” I point my finger at him. “You are the one who wanted this. You are the one who wanted closure.”
His eyes hold mine and he shakes his head as if he’s a caged animal, “I can’t….”
“Yes. You can.” I push him hard on the chest and he stumbles back. “Man up, and stop being a coward.” I point to the bedroom with an outstretched arm, “You will get in that bedroom and you will give me my fucking closure, God damn it,” I cry.
He struggles to catch his breath.
“I. Will. Not…go through the rest of my life thinking about you,” I scream as I lose all control, my eyes well with tears. “You get in that bedroom and you fuck this demon out of me.” I sob out loud. “I can’t do this anymore. I need you gone from my bloodstream. Once and for all.”
His shoulders slump in defeat, he steps forward and takes me into his arms and I cry against his chest.
Because he wanted to leave…and all I wanted was for him to stay.
He kisses my temple, “I just….”
“Don’t.” I cut him off. “Stop thinking. You promised me closure. Now give it to me.” He stares down at me and tucks a piece of my hair behind me ear.
“After Monday you can leave me forever…. But, not now,” I whisper with a panicked shake of my head. “Not tonight.” My eyes well with tears again. “You can’t leave me tonight.”
He cups my face in his hands and kisses me softly and I screw up my face against his, because I already know how this ends.
It isn’t good and maybe I hate this story, because my heart already hurts and it isn’t even morning yet.
Giuliano
I lie on my side and watch her as she sleeps, so peaceful and serene.
The extreme opposite of how I’m feeling right now.
Last night after I tried to leave and she had her meltdown, we showered and one kiss led to another and another, next thing we were making slow love up against the tiles.
It was wrong. I shouldn’t have let it go there, it was way too…intimate.
Then we went to bed, I tried to fix it and just as she asked me, I fucked that demon out of her all night.
Hard.
But as it left her body, I felt it enter mine.
I feel sated, angry, fucked in the head, but most of all…an attachment. Something that’s been missing from my life for a very long time.
And I can’t…this isn’t….
Her long dark hair is splayed over the pillow, her lips are flushed red with shaving rash from kissing.
I’ve never known a woman so beautiful.
Her eyes flutter open and as they focus on me she gives me a shy smile, my heart constricts, the way she looks at me…is just.
“Hi,” I whisper, unable to help it, I lean over and kiss her softly.
“Hi.” She smiles against my lips.
We lie on our sides and stare at each other, both lost in our own thoughts.
We shouldn’t want each other the way that we do.
A million ways that I could kidnap and keep her forever are running through my mind, all the while she’s probably in a world of regret.
“You know, I had the weirdest dream,” I murmur.