Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 94124 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 471(@200wpm)___ 376(@250wpm)___ 314(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94124 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 471(@200wpm)___ 376(@250wpm)___ 314(@300wpm)
The thought of her helpless with need has me driving in deeper. My cock commands every bit of her pussy, and I’m too boastful to remain quiet.
“Do you feel that?” I flex my dick, sending her head thrusting back and her eyes rolling. “How perfectly you fit around me? What does that tell you, dolcezza? What does that announce?”
She moans, but that is the start and end of her reply.
Curling my hand around her thigh, I angle it up, opening her more for me. The bed is merely a gimmick now. It cushions my knees but leaves the entirety of Valentina’s suspension to me.
When her eyes lower to me and they fire with amazement, like she’s in awe of my strength, I take a mental note to remove all apparatuses we can fuck on from my room the instant we’re finished fucking. If this will be her response every time I take control of her whole body, we’ll never fuck on a solid surface.
Not one to back down, even with my release pulling my balls in close to my body, I continue thrusting while returning to my previous objective. “What does that tell you, dolcezza?”
Valentina tries to keep my focus on the insane chemistry hissing between us. She meets my thrusts grind for grind until her eyes spark with signs of an imminent orgasm.
Usually, this is where I’d force the narrative. I try something different this time around.
I take what I need.
I fuck her hard and fast. I drive her to the brink until her tits clap my brilliance with every thrust, and the words I’m seeking finally spill from her lips.
“It announces that I was made for you. That I’m yours.”
My final pumps are deep and hard, and the instant they’re accompanied by vicious spurts of hot cum, a climax rips through Valentina.
Her breasts flatten against my chest as she leans into me for support, the sensation overwhelming her.
Once the shimmers weaken, she rests her head in the crook of my neck and fans the sweaty skin with whimpered words. “It announces that I’m yours.”
30
GIOVANNI
In the hallway outside my father’s room, a weird sensation I don’t recognize buzzes through me. I think it’s nerves, but what the fuck would I know? I’ve never handled them before. It’s a similar feeling to what I experienced when Valentina glanced up at me for the first time, but more in my gut instead of my nuts.
Valentina stands at my left. Her chin is tilted high enough to hide the tension I know she’s experiencing, and her perfume blends well with the faint cedar scent on the walls of my family’s home.
It validates my long-held belief that she belongs here, next to me.
My cock twitches when Valentina’s hand taps my arm. Yes, that’s all it takes for me to want her. She merely needs to breathe in my direction and I’m as hard as a steel rod.
“You should go in alone.” Her words are barely audible. “I don’t want to intrude.”
When I meet her gaze, an imaginary knife twists in my chest. Even when her aura screams beauty and sophistication, she looks scared.
I hate that she still feels like an outsider.
My casa is her casa, and I’m done tiptoeing around that.
“There’s no chance of you ever intruding.” I curl my fingers around her hand and tether her to my side. The contact steadies me more than I care to admit. “You’re carrying my child. It’s time to get the formalities out of the way.”
I see the desire to correct me forming in her eyes, the wish to remind me that the biology of our child isn’t guaranteed, but just as fast as the urge rises, it’s shoved aside for understanding. I said she is carrying my child, which isn’t a lie, so she has no reason to correct me.
Still, I can’t help but reiterate what I’ve told her time and time again over the past week. “Even if science played its hand before we did, the child you’re carrying is ours. Nothing will change that.” By nothing, I mean no one. “I will walk away from everything I have before I’ll ever allow anyone to make you believe you’re only an incubator to grow a Caruso heir.”
Though that settles the debate, it still takes Valentina a few seconds to nod. “Okay.”
I squeeze her hand in silent support, then push open my father’s bedroom door. It still smells of antibacterial wipes and old books, but something new is in the air. Something fresh but with the substance of decades of respect and knowledge.
My father sits behind a desk that was covered with dust only weeks ago. A tailored suit covers his lean frame, and he combed his hair back like a sleek crown.
He looks up as we enter, and the determination in his eyes reveals how he became a man who built an empire. He appears as fit as an ox, and the unexpected euphoria it pumps through me sees me quickening my pace.