Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 76840 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 384(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76840 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 384(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
A second later, and I was down to my panties—-
Oh God.
But soon, that was gone, too.
He finally released my breast, and he pulled away, breathing even harder now.
“Do I stop?” he asked hoarsely.
I slowly shook my head.
And so he went back to driving me crazy, my body trembling as his hands settled on my knees. He parted my legs wide open and I squeezed my eyes shut. “P-please don’t stare.”
“Impossibile.”
And then I felt his fingers stroking my folds ever so gently.
My back arched.
“You like that, bambina?” Marcus whispered.
I nodded jerkily.
“Say it then,” he urged in a low voice. “Say you like my fingers on your pussy.”
Aaaaah.
“Dillo, bambina.” His fingers stilled. “Say it.”
And because I wanted – needed – his fingers to keep moving, I choked out, “I want your fingers on my pussy.”
“Brava, bambina.” His purring words made me shudder, and when I felt one finger slowly penetrate inside of me, I shuddered even more.
Oh God.
“You feel so damn tight.”
And still his finger continued to push deeper and deeper inside of me.
Just one finger, and I already felt so full—-
Deeper and deeper until it was all the way in.
I looked at him dazedly. “Marcus.”
He began to move his finger, in and out, and I realized with a shudder that this was really happening.
Marcus Ravelli, fucking me with a finger.
And I had asked for this. I had asked for this, didn’t I?
“Rilassatti, bambina. Relax.”
Good advice...but how could I when his finger had started moving faster? Harder?
“M-Marcus.” I could hear myself starting to pant.
“Si sente bene, bambina?” He reached for my clit with his other hand. “Does it feel good?” He pinched the straining nub of flesh, all the while continuing to fuck me with his finger.
And that was it for me.
My eyes rolled back as I covered my mouth with both hands, screaming as I felt my first orgasm sweep over me.
His finger ground deep into me, and I let out another scream against my hands.
My orgasm seemed to last forever, and I could only close my eyes and curl against him as I felt Marcus scoop me off the carpet.
He gave me a bath and toweled me dry, and by the time he laid me on the bed, I could no longer keep my eyes open.
Darkness descended in the room, and Marcus whispered into my ear, “Let’s play another game tomorrow, bambina.”
Seven
And so that was how ‘play,’ I reminisced dazedly a week later, became the dirtiest word in my vocabulary. Playtime was now both my favorite hobby and shameful little secret all rolled into one, and recently, it was all I could think about.
Especially when I needed a reminder that I wasn’t worthless—-
Like now.
Carnival Week had finally come to town, and as ordered by the Queen of Contini, all my siblings and I were lined up at the reception tent erected next to the town square, dutifully greeting each and every guest. Most of them were locals from nearby towns, people who had seen us grow up over the years and considered themselves friends of the family.
A gray-haired woman in a smart pink suit with pearls around her neck was next in line, and she came forward with a titter, saying, ““Oh my dear Willem, it seems like you grow taller and more handsome every year.”
“I’m delighted to hear that, Tante Matilda.”
The woman was now delirious with delight, no doubt feeling extra special that Willem still remembered her name. But then, that was how my oldest brother operated. He always had his best foot forward, and there wasn’t a thing he said or did without planning several steps ahead.
Tante Matilda then turned to Jaak, and she tittered once more when my other brother gallantly kissed her hand. “Your wicked charm never fails to astound me. No wonder you’re everyone’s favorite playboy!”
Fleur was up next, and my sister only had to bat her eyelashes for the older woman to exclaim, “Sweet lovely Fleur, how many hearts have you slayed this year?”
My youngest brother smiled without saying anything, but since he was as gorgeous as the other men in my family, it was more than enough for Tante Matilda. “Oh, Nic, such perfection in one so young!”
And then there was me.
The older woman’s smile faltered as she reached the end of the line. “Anneke.”
Yes, I thought with a silent sigh. I still existed, and I still hadn’t become as beautiful as my other siblings, much to everyone’s awkward dismay.
“Hallo, Tante Matilda.” I kissed her dutifully on both cheeks.
“Hallo.” Her smile was too bright, and her eyes darted here and there as if she was desperately searching for something.
I waited patiently.
Finally, she said, “Your dimples are cuter than ever!”
Hallelujah, I thought. She had found something to compliment about me. “Thank you, Tante.”
As soon as the older woman left, Fleur leaned past Nic and shook her head chidingly at me. “You’re too nice.”