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Before he could answer Shae started to remove her shoes. She ran down the hill. Carlo watched her, curious. And then it dawned on him what she was going to do. If she breeched the pool area and went in she could be arrested. It would definitely cause a scene. From every angle of the hotel guests had aerial views of the pool.

“No! No,
cara
, wait!” he warned and went after her. But he was too late. Shae went around the blockade and dove in the water from the edge of the pool. Carlo froze. She submerged and began to swim like a mermaid in her purple silk strapless dress. She came to the surface at the center of the pool. Her hair was slick to her face with the pink strands in her eyes. She floated there smiling at him.

“Get out. The hotel will call the
polizia
. It’s forbidden.”

“Take me upstairs, to your room. I can’t very well go back to the Battaglias like this. Can I?”

The request was foolish, and reckless of her to ask. Carlo walked to the edge of the pool. Could it be possible that he met someone as crazy as him? Or was this a trap? He’d take her upstairs and she’d scream for the authorities. Get her revenge for what he put her through. He glanced around and saw no one. His hands slipped into his pockets. He stared down at her. She was very beautiful this way. He was fucked no matter the choice he made. And it dawned on him. Did Lorenzo set him up? When had he ever been given the green light to date a woman associated with the family? Did Lorenzo know he’d fuck this up, and he’d be brought to Gio on his knees? Stripped of his honor. Had he ruined Ciro’s chances to be a boxer?

“Maledizione!”
Carlo hissed.
He was so fucking stupid.
Shae waved her arms over the surface of the water and kicked her legs slowly to stay afloat. The way the water glistened like iridescent pearls over her brown skin made his heart race.

“This is no game, sweetheart,” he said. “The night is over. You and I both know it.”

“Why did you try to scare me? Back there?”

“Get out of the fucking pool! Now!” he extended his hand.

Shae shook her head left to right slowly.

“Answer my question first. Why did you try to scare me?”

“Did I succeed?” he asked her.

She nodded. “Yes. You are scary. But I think you want women to fear you. Keeps them from getting close to you.”

Carlo smiled despite his anger. “
Per favore, cara
, enough of this. I can’t have my boss called because of this bullshit. He’ll have my balls.”

“Sounds like you’re damned either way. Right?”

“Please…” he extended his hand. “Come out of the pool.”

She looked at him for a minute. He thought she’d swim to him. Instead she submerged.

“Signor! Signor!
Che cosa è questo? Cosa fai?
She can’t swim in there! She must get out now!
Signor!”
One of the hotel managers and two of his staff raced toward him. Carlo looked up to see a small crowd had gathered to watch. Shae began to back stroke in the water. Her dress was dangerously high on her thighs and Carlo remembered she wore no underwear.

“Signor! Per favore!”
the manager said.

“
Perdonami.
She’s American, a guest of mine. She doesn’t know better. I will have her out immediately.

“Now! She must get out now!”

“I said I’d fucking do it didn’t I!” he shoved the short chubby man. “I work for Giovanni Battaglia. She’s a friend of his.”

The man glanced to Shae who waved at him. He looked back to Carlo and nodded his head repeatedly in respect. “Of course.
Sí,
s
ignor
. Of course.”

The manager snapped his fingers and marched his employees away. The staff began to herd the guests and other spectators away from the area. Carlo knelt by the pool.

“Wow! So you drop your boss’s name and get all the respect, huh?” Shae grinned.

“That’s going to cost me, sweetheart,” he said with a smile.

She swam over to him. She rested her folded arms on the edge of the pool and dropped her chin on top “You’re weird, Carlo.”

“So I’ve been told,” he replied.

“Do you want the night to end?” she asked.

“I think it should,” he said. “Don’t you?”

“But do you want it to end?” she asked again.

“Stop fucking with me,
bella
. Get your sweet ass out of the pool so I can take you back to the Battaglias.”

“Wrong answer!” she pushed off the edge of the pool and started to do the backstroke in the water.

“Shit!” Carlo hissed. “Okay! I don’t want the night to end!”

“Good!” she laughed. She swam to him once more. “You don’t have to rush to the finish line with me. I’d rather we get there together.” She extended her hand up to him.

He took her hand and kissed it. Then pulled her up out of the water. Her purple dress clung to her curves, and Shae had the body of a goddess. He especially liked her wide hips and round ass.

“I dropped my purse somewhere along the way,” she said. “We need to find it, caveman.”

He tore his eyes away from her pointed nipples straining against the front of the dress and nodded. “This way,
bambina
.”

Shae followed Carlo back up the grass. She put her wet feet in her shoes and he walked her back the way they came. Soon they found her purse and an earring that had fell. He dusted the purse off and gave it to her with care. Her shawl was lost in the dark. He was quite charming when subdued. She wasn’t sure which version of the man she preferred yet. But she knew she’d soon discover the answer.

Arriving through the hotel lobby was an interesting experience. She caught the stares of men and women. Carlo draped his blazer over her shoulders. At the very least her breasts were covered. Jumping in the pool was a reflex reaction. That water was cold. She was frozen all the way to the bone. Things got intense too quick between them. She had to take measures to turn it around. Still, Shae worried if her reckless nature would only cause her more harm than pleasure. Any other woman would have run for her life. Shae was not like other women.

His hand slipped over and covered hers. She squeezed his hand and walked off the elevator with him. “So this is your hiding place?”

“One of them. Yes.”

“Oh, it’s not just for the visit?” she asked.

He opened the door and held it for her to enter. Shae walked inside. The room temperature was frigid with cold and she shivered. Carlo must have understood her discomfort because the very first thing he did was raise the temperature. “Like I said we have business here this week. But when I visit, I often stay here. I keep a room.”

Shae inspected the suite. There was clutter everywhere. It was like the man walked inside and opened his suitcase to toss his things all around. And whatever he ate or drank from was left behind. Empty cartons and bottles covered the coffee table, desk, and tops of the dresser. She stepped over the mess.

“They do have maid service?” she asked.

“I don’t like people touching my things,” he said and tossed his keys to the sofa.

“Are you kidding me?” she laughed. “Who doesn’t want maid service when living out of a hotel?”

Carlo went over to a cabinet and grabbed a trash bag. Apparently he kept them on supply. He started picking up everything and shoving it into the bag. In a few minutes there was enough cleaned up space to make the place worthy of her.

Shae helped. They worked together in silence. One thing was certain. This man didn’t have a woman to care for him. He was a lone wolf like her. When she was done she went into the bedroom. The bed was made. She began to undress in front of it. The wet dress clung to her skin and made her feel itchy all over.

“Need some help?” he asked from behind her. She let the soggy garment drop to her feet. Carlo stared at her in the dark. His face registered no emotion. But his eyes possessed that dangerous glint she’d seen from him before. Shae stepped out of her shoes. Her feet still had the grit from the grassy hill she climbed to get her shoes.

“You like what you see, Carlo?” she asked.

“Tu sei la donna più bella che io abba mai visto,”
he said.

“What does that mean?”

“You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen,” he smiled.

“There he is. My Romeo,” Shae laughed. “I’m sure you’ve seen a lot of beautiful women before.” She walked over to him and put her hands on his belt. She loosened it and unzipped his pants. “But after being such a bad boy, I sure would like to hear sweet words from you.”

“I tuoi occhi sono come diamanti,”
he leaned in and whispered into her ear.

“What does it mean?” she smiled.

“Your eyes are like diamonds,” he pressed a kiss to her cheek.

“Go on,” she exhaled. Her hand slipped into his boxers and she touched the snake between his legs. “My, my, you are a man.”

“Hai le labbra squisite,”
he said and brushed his lips over hers
.
“I say
you have thick sexy lips.”

“And you have a thick, yummy dick,” she replied kissing him under his neck. She stroked his penis in his pants.

Carlo groaned deep in his throat. He gripped her by both cheeks of her ass and nearly lifted her off her feet.
“Mi dai la pelle d’oca quando mi tocchi cosi,”
he said when he heaved her higher.
She didn’t bother to ask for a translation. Shae wrapped her legs around his waist and his pants dropped to his knees. His cock was freed from his boxers. Carlo slammed her down on it. She dragged in a deep yet stunted breath and clung to his massive shoulders. While standing, Carlo held her hips and pumped his cock up into her hard and strong. She nearly bit down on the inside of her jaw over the force.

Her pussy convulsed. Spasms of pain stretched and ripped through her tender walls. “Carlo! Mercy!” she pleaded.

He pulled her off his dick and carried her to the bed. He laid her on it and then dragged her to the edge. She sat up. He went to his knees. She closed her eyes to the softness his lips brought to her ravaged cunt. Her bottom lip still stung from earlier, but she drew it in to suck on instead of crying out her pleasure.

Carlo teased her by tracing her slick entrance with the tip of his tongue before plunging it into her tight channel. When he walked in the room and found her undressing nothing prepared him for the vision. He saw her pussy and nearly went to his knees to beg for it. The woman had shaved a lightening bolt above the pretty dark lips of her sex and dyed it pink. He’d never met anyone like her.

And damn if her pussy didn’t smell and taste like strawberries. Her inner muscles contracted around his tongue when it dove in deep. Oh, how he liked that. The juices from her arousal dripped from her sex to his chin. And he feasted. She gyrated against his mouth, smashing her sex into his face. And then she chanted his name.

“Carlo! Carlo! Carlo!” her voice pitched to a soprano as she climaxed.

He wanted to be gentle, fuck her slow and easy. Worship her body. Bury his cock in and let her ride it, take him there. But he had to have her. He could put his fist through the wall the need was that fiery hot. He got to his feet and stepped out of his pants. Shae curled up into a ball and shivered.

Maybe he’d give her one last kiss below to ensure she was ready. He turned her over and laid her out, feet flat to the headboard. Carlo put a pillow under her abdomen. Shae parted her legs on instinct and lifted her ass for him with the bend of her knees.

How much more could she stand? Carlo licked and kissed her pussy. Every second of his tongue’s plunder sent spirals of pleasure through her pelvis. She slammed her thighs shut and he forced them up and apart. He was now a gentle tiger. Pleasure came in pulsating waves. He kept her pinned down to explore. Before long Shae’s body was racked with tremors and she was hollering her pleasure. This time he dragged his tongue down from her pussy to her forbidden zone. Shae pulled another pillow on the bed to her and bit into the soft cushion. She squeezed her eyes tightly shut. Her feet lifted and pointed north.

She collapsed during her next release and let herself go. Shae hugged her pillow and smiled with pleasure. She didn’t hear or see him. She didn’t care. She had that warm tingling feeling sending ribbons of contentment around her pelvis. Her legs were useless. Her body was limp.

After several seconds with not a single touch from Carlo she opened her eyes. Her head lifted. She glanced to the left and the right in the darkness. When she looked back he was sitting back against the headboard stroking his dick. Watching her.

Shae rolled over to her back and parted her thighs. She was stunned by how wet her pussy was. She plied open the lips of her sex for him. She fondled herself and smiled. Carlo stopped stroking his cock. At last he decided, and Shae still remained clueless as to what that decision was. Instead she drove herself to another pleasure point. He got to his knees and hovered above her with his angry cock pointed directly at her. His body was magnificent. She paid little attention to the scars and tattoos, and more attention to the physical build of the man. Every angle of his chest was sculpted muscle.