Total pages in book: 115
Estimated words: 107706 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 539(@200wpm)___ 431(@250wpm)___ 359(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107706 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 539(@200wpm)___ 431(@250wpm)___ 359(@300wpm)
“This was perfect.”
“I’m glad you think so. I had a lot to make up for.”
She looked up. “It was my fault, too. You couldn’t have known it was me.”
It was the first time she’d said it. It eased some of my guilt. Not all of it, though. “It’s not just that. I was an idiot for a long time.”
She didn’t contradict me, and I chuckled.
“That’s the past, I prefer to focus on the present.”
“I wish I had your ability to let the past rest.”
She peered up. “What do you mean?”
The hint of uncertainty in her voice told me she thought I was referring to Serafina. “My desire to get revenge on Remo Falcone. I can’t let it drop. Whenever I hear his name or think about him, this insatiable need to destroy him arises. It’s all about my pride.”
“Hmm. Maybe you feel that you never got the chance for closure because Remo and my sister managed to escape.”
I nodded. “Still, I should be able to let it pass. Things are going amazing for me. I have a wonderful wife and business is thriving. I long for nothing, and yet . . .”
“You want revenge,” Sofia mused, stroking my arm.
“Yeah,” I murmured, then my lips twisted. “Not the most romantic topic right now.”
Sofia shook her head with a smile. “I always appreciate you sharing personal details with me. After being so close to you physically, it feels good to get closer to you emotionally as well.”
“Aren’t we close emotionally?” I asked. I’d tried to open up to her a bit more every day. I had always been a man who dealt with things on his own and didn’t talk about emotions, so sharing this part of me with others didn’t come easily.
“We are, but like you said, it takes time to really get to know each other.”
“We have time.”
She rolled over until we were both facing the fireplace and my cock was nestled against her firm butt. She arched into me with a soft laugh.
“I should warn you now that I’ve had you, I’ll want you every day, Mrs. Mancini.”
“I love it when you call me that,” she admitted.
I smiled against her hair. “I love that you have my name, that you’re mine.”
She nodded and covered my hand with hers.
At the feel of Sofia’s ass against me, blood gathered in my cock.
Sofia snuggled even closer, making me groan. She laughed. “We still have a few days and plenty of places to test out.”
I kissed her shoulder. “The lake, the sauna, the pool, the kitchen . . .”
“The bed?” Sofia said in a teasing voice.
“Even the bed.”
Sofia and I spent the next three days doing exactly that, fucking in every room of the lodge. Even better than the sex was cooking together, taking long walks through the forest that I knew by heart and listening to Sofia’s hysteric giggles whenever she went into the cold lake.
On our last evening in the lodge, Danilo and I relaxed in the sauna. I slanted a look at Danilo’s erection. He’d pretty much sported one since we’d come down here naked. I knew what I wanted to do, but I wasn’t sure how to go about it. I’d given him a few hand jobs but had never gone down on him. We always ended up having sex so the opportunity had never presented itself.
I leaned closer to him and stroked the inside of his thigh.
Danilo cupped my neck, his eyes boring into mine. “I’ve been fantasizing about you on your knees for months now, how my cock would look in your beautiful mouth.”
I smiled because he always seemed to know what I desired. Every time Danilo told me he fantasized about me my confidence swelled. Emboldened, I sank to my knees until my face was at eye-level with Danilo’s cock. Danilo’s fingers tangled in my hair, nudging me forward. His eagerness made me giggle before I could stop myself.
“Sofia,” he rasped, a hint of exasperation fighting with need in his voice. He was desperate for my touch. Allowing the desire the vibrator created in my center to guide me, I leaned forward and closed my lips around the tip then sucked like I’d done with his finger. Danilo hissed, his fingers against my scalp flexing.
“Not that hard,” he grunted. “Let me show you.”
His fingers stroked my neck as he began to shift his hips, sliding in and out of me. I only lightly closed my lips around him, worried about sucking too hard again, but soon I could tell that Danilo wanted more, and so I sucked harder again.
“Fuck yes,” Danilo muttered, his thrusts gaining momentum. I cupped his ass cheek, enjoying the feel of its flexing. Danilo watched me the entire time as I sucked him. He made me feel as if I were the center of his world. I stroked his balls, wanting to see him lose it completely, and soon his face contorted and his movements became jerky.