Total pages in book: 52
Estimated words: 48585 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 243(@200wpm)___ 194(@250wpm)___ 162(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 48585 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 243(@200wpm)___ 194(@250wpm)___ 162(@300wpm)
“That’s true,” I admit. “Ever since the night I climbed through your window, I’ve thought less and less about being a mafia boss, and more about being with you. Since bringing you back here from Italy, I no longer want to usurp power from my cousin. All I want is to keep you safe and to keep you in my arms.”
She smiles softly and sets her water glass down before leaning forward to whisper against my ear. “Then think no more of it, Luciano. Instead, maybe the Saint can use his power to heal us both from our past sins and let us find solace in each other’s arms.”
Those are the sweetest words I’ve ever heard, and I couldn’t possibly want anything more. I’m no saint, but Valentina is an angel. At least she is to me.
I pull her into my lap and wrap my arms around her—Heaven.
Valentina presses her mouth softly against mine. When her lips part, I slide my tongue between them. Passion swirls around us, thicker than the wafts of smoke from all the lit candles, as our intimate little dinner gives way to a yearning that we have years’ worth of making up for.
I try to keep myself calm, to keep my erect cock at bay, because I want to respect Valentina and what she said before about taking things slowly. But when she grinds her ass against my lap and presses her chest against mine, it’s almost too overwhelming to bear.
“Valentina,” I say in a ragged breath. “You’re killing me.”
As if to tempt me more, she unbuttons my shirt and slides it over my shoulders. Her fingers trace over the muscles of my chest and trail down my torso and into the front of my pants. When her fingertips touch the tip of my cock, I tense and then quiver.
“I thought you said you wanted to take things slowly,” I remind her, struggling to form words when my body is hijacking the control my brain is still desperately trying to hold on to. “If you don’t stop, then I’m not sure how well I can keep things from speeding up.”
“I wanted to take things slowly,” she says as she places gentle kisses on the side of my jaw. “But that was then, and this is now. Now, what I want is to be with you, Luciano. I want to be with you in every way possible, over and over again, until we’ve both shed our pasts and replaced them with a new beginning.”
That’s all I need to hear before pulling her down over me and laying my back flat against the floor of the hotel suite as I slip her clothes off and toss them aside. Since she came from the tub right before our romantic dinner, she’s wearing nothing beneath her clothes, not even the slightest pair of panties. The sight of Valentina’s naked body above mine makes waiting any longer to have her feel unbearable. My pants are barely off for more than a second before my cock swells to the point of pain. I grasp her hips with both hands and pull her down onto me. Valentina moves slowly, purposefully, as she rocks her hips and grinds her body against mine in pure, unadulterated delight. Her delicate frame moving rhythmically over me, pleasuring herself with my cock inside of her, is the epitome of pleasure. But when the need becomes too great, the temptation too tantalizing, I wrap my arms behind her and flip her over onto her back, thrusting deep inside of her and driving us both to the orgasm that we share at once in an explosive eruption of climactic bliss.
After a few moments of catching our breath, I stand up, lift Valentina into my arms, and carry her onto the bed. When I climb beneath the sheets next to her, I pull her against my shoulder and feel her soft breathing as she lies against my chest.
“I’ve freed myself of all seeds of envy,” I whisper to her in the dark. “Because how could I possibly be jealous of another man when I have you?”
CHAPTER 7
VALENTINA
Last night was wonderful. And not just the sex either—the whole thing. The gesture of the romantic dinner inside the hotel was so thoughtful, and the open and honest conversations that we shared were meaningful, but above all—the words that Luc whispered to me right before I fell asleep made me feel as if I’ve finally found home. Even with all the still-looming uncertainties that remain—the threat of Leonardo still likely to retaliate, and the fact that I haven’t spoken at all to my father since I ran away, when I’m in Luc’s arms, it feels as if everything will be okay. I feel like I can be myself with him, and that the two of us could have a future together. Maybe that’s a fairytale, but I like to think that after all I’ve been through, I might get a happy ending too.