Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 72960 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72960 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
The sight was excruciatingly arousing, and she whimpered.
With Vivian still staring, the billionaire withdrew his erection almost all the way out before slowly and firmly shoving back in.
Aaaaaaaah.
“Oh God,” she sobbed out. “Luca.” The sight was addictive, and she could no longer stop staring as he pumped into her again and again.
“Swear to me, Vivi.” Clasping her hips tightly, he gritted out, “This connection will only be for the two of us.”
Her lips parted, but she couldn’t get herself to be coherent, was too consumed by the feeling of having him penetrate her all the way to her womb.
“Swear to me, cara.” Her husband pushed harder into her. “Now and always—-” And when she still didn’t answer, her husband’s movements came to a punishing stop.
“Nooooo—-”
“Then swear it,” he gritted out.
“I swear—-” As soon as she cried the words out, Luca pounded back into her, the force of his thrusts beautifully savage, and she screamed. He pounded into her over and over, and oh, how she loved it, craved for it, her body tightening more and more with every forceful plunge until the pressure inside of her burst.
Vivian came with a cry, and the Italian billionaire followed soon after, his back arching as he hoarsely gritted out her name.
She clung to him, wave after wave of ecstasy beating over their bodies, their orgasm lasting so long that by the time the pleasure started to ebb, even Luca was without breath while Vivian didn’t even have enough strength to open her eyes.
When he swept her up in his arms, she could only lay her head against his chest in utter exhaustion. He took her to the tub for a quick soak, and when he was done cleaning her, Vivian rubbed her head against the wall of his chest, curling up in his lap like a kitten.
Luca began to speak in a soft, accented murmur, the sound lulling her into sleep.
“I am always supportive of the decisions you make, cara. I hope you know that. But I must at least express my reservations about the course you’ve enrolled in. Are you truly sure business management is what you’d like to take up?”
Silence.
“I am not saying it’s impossible. You’re strong, smart, and hardworking. I believe you can accomplish whatever you want, but cara, it is ideal that you take up what you are most passionate about. So is this truly what you want?”
When his wife still didn’t answer, he looked down, and the billionaire’s lips slowly curved at the sight of his sleeping wife.
Ah.
It was yet another first, to have a woman sleep on him after sex.
When they were back in bed, both of them still naked but dry, he gently pulled the covers over them before taking his sleeping wife into his arms. Staring at her, he could only think of one thing.
Ti amo, cara.
When his ex-wife had left him, the billionaire had thought that he would never love again. He had decided then that his baby girl Eula would be the only reason for his existence, and he had thought that would be enough.
He had thought he could play it safe for the rest of his life...until Vivian chatted her way into his heart.
He remembered the way Vivian had mistaken him for an ordinary pencil pusher the first day they met, and his lips curved. She had the most beautiful smile and her sunny nature had drawn him in like bee to honey.
Her love made him invincible, but if she ever left him—-
Luca gently pressed his lips to the bare slope of her shoulder.
Ti amo, Vivi.
If only he could lock her in a tower that he alone had the key to.
If only he could possess every second of her time.
If only.
But because he loved and trusted her, he fought to crush all such urges every day of his life.
The billionaire had already doubted her once, and he had almost lost Vivian because of it.
He would not make the same mistake again.
Chapter Two
Two weeks later
“Congratulations on your first week back in university!” The words came from Saffi March-Aehrenthal, a petite blonde whose brother was friends with Luca.
Vivian's cheeks turned pink when the older woman presented her with a beautifully wrapped gift. “Thank you, Fari. But you really didn’t have to—-”
“Relax. I didn't get you anything extravagant, I swear." Saffi even crossed her fingers for her friend's benefit, knowing how uncomfortable Vivi still was when it came to any displays of wealth. "It's just a little something that reminded you of me when Staffan and I were at St. Valentine."
“Tell me more about your trip,” Vivian invited eagerly. Saffi and her husband Staffan Aehrenthal were pretty much the definition of relationship goals, and she loved hearing every little thing about their fairytale romance. Staffan was Sweden's #1 sex god, a famous rockstar who was also part of The Pussketeers, a term that the media had coined back in the day when Staffan and his two other billionaire friends had also been infamous playboys.