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)
She runs her fingers through my hair. “Funny that, me too.” She rolls over and kisses my chest and then takes my nipple into her mouth, her eyes darken as she stares up at me.
It’s there again, this energy shift, an exchange in power.
She’s the only person who has ever done this to me, made me feel completely at her mercy.
My Francesca, the girl I’ve always loved.
I would give up the world, do anything, kill anyone…to spend one more moment in her arms.
For her…there are no bounds. None that I can control anyway.
I hold my breath as she kisses down my stomach, she goes lower and lower until she gets to my cock, it flexes beneath her and she takes it into her mouth.
I close my eyes in relief. She doesn’t regret it.
She sucks me and cups my balls and I inhale sharply and spread my legs, granting her access.
Just like that….
Her tongue flickers over my tip and I feel an involuntary gush of pre-ejaculate. When she’s got me like this, she owns me.
With my two hands, I grab her hair and hold her head still as I slide deep down her throat.
My eyes roll back in my head.
So. So. Good.
I begin to slowly fuck her mouth as I lose focus.
Stop it.
I tip my head back and stare up at the ceiling. I don’t know who you’re talking to conscience, but there is no chance in hell that I’m listening.
Monday….
With my cock down her throat, she takes me in her hand and begins to slowly stroke me hard and I moan…. “That’s it,” I whisper as I see stars.
Fuck, she’s good at this.
She smiles around me and my toes curl.
“Hmm…. Just like that, baby,” I coach her. “Good girl.” I gently push her hair back from her forehead as I stare down at her. Watching her suck on my cock is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.
It always has been.
My legs widen, my body needing a deeper connection.
Monday.
We’ve already crossed the line, what does it matter now while we are away?
Nobody will ever know.
Monday…. I promise.
I will turn my back and walk away.
Forever.
Francesca
It’s ten a.m.
Bruno brought a bag of Giuliano’s clothes over for him so that he didn’t have to go back to his own place.
Do they know?
What are the guards thinking? Have they put two and two together?
I follow Giuliano down the hotel corridor, he’s wearing a white linen shirt and denim shorts, his top button is undone revealing a glimpse of his tanned chiseled chest.
I’ve got issues, major issues. Whereas yesterday I only had distant memories. Today, I have a full-blown addiction. There’s a reason Giuliano is called the king of Italy.
He fucking is.
A literal rock star in bed, experienced, hung, and hungry.
The lethal trifecta.
He knows his way around a woman’s body and boy oh boy, does he use it to his advantage. He rode me hard all night long and had me begging for more.
I’m sore, not sorry and so, so sated.
We get into the elevator, the doors close and he turns to me, his eyes sweep down my body, he does up the top button on my shirt and closes the split on my wraparound skirt. “This skirt is see-through,” he mutters.
“It’s a sarong.”
He raises an eyebrow as he inspects it. “I think you’re supposed to wear something underneath it.”
“I am, a bikini. We are going to the pool.” I raise an eyebrow back.
He fakes a smile. “Witty.”
“I think so.”
The doors open and he strides out and through the main foyer out to the poolside restaurant. As I walk behind him I see the women all turn their heads and watch him.
He has this aura around him.
Power.
I begin to feel my pulse in my ears as that green monster shows her ugly head.
Eyes off, bitches. He’s taken. Well not really…but this weekend he is.
We walk around the pool and catch sight of Anna and Carlo, they’re eating breakfast together and both look up and see us at the same time and wave.
I give a weak smile and wave. “Fuck’s sake,” Giuliano mutters under his breath.
“We have to sit with them,” I whisper.
“Why?”
“Because we’re here with them.” I widen my eyes. “Be nice.”
He exhales heavily and we make our way over to the table. “Hello.” I smile awkwardly as I slide into a seat.
Giuliano sits down and sits back in his chair as he acts casual. “Hi.” His tone is clipped. and he nods to his friend. “Carlo.”
Anna’s eyes widen as she looks between us. “You stayed here last night?”
“In the spare room,” I blurt out guiltily as I gesture to Carlo. “He was just waiting for his friend, that’s all.”
Carlo’s eyes hold mine and he subtly raises his eyebrow.
He knows.
Shit. Shit. Shit.
I feel my cheeks flush with embarrassment. Oh hell, please earth swallow me whole.
This is the opposite of great. This is disastrous.