La Sposa (22 page)

“
No love bites, Giovanni. I have
the wedding tomorrow. I don’t want to walk down the aisle with
hickeys on my neck. Okay?”

“
I’ll be good. I
promise.”

She parted her thighs wider with the points of
her shoes digging deep into the mattress. Mira raised her arms
above her head and smiled at him. She paused to lick her upper lip,
then said, “Use your tongue.”

A warm delicious ache went through his cock
and he stroked it, trying to decide against the most carnal urges,
to prolong their enjoyment. He knelt on the bed and joined her.
Both his hands caressed her smooth legs and stroked her thighs
before his face lowered. The first touch of his tongue on her sex
started her to chant ‘yes’ over and over. Before the night was
over, it would be his name she screamed. He thrust his tongue into
her hot, slick core again and deep quivers rippled through her
pussy. Giovanni tasted the vibrations.

“
Sei bellissima
, sweet
Bella
.” He then buried his face between her thighs, enticing
her clitoris into his mouth. Her hands sank into his hair, and her
nails gently combed over his scalp. Giovanni’s sight disappeared
behind his closing lids. She gyrated against his mouth, smashing
her sex against his lips and forcing his tongue to thrust even
deeper. He took his time to lick and suck her until she unleashed
blissful cries for mercy. He wanted her to release, but she held
back, prolonging the inevitable. She was a naughty girl.

Giovanni looked up over her neatly trimmed
mound and plump quivering belly. He’d given as much delay as he
could stand. His cock pulsed with need. He rose on his hands and
knees and crawled over her body, licking the tangy spice of her
essence from his lips. Her legs naturally rose to hook around his
hips and without warning, he thrust forward, sinking into her tight
heat. Giovanni harnessed his strength and determination to slow
down his rhythm.

“
Remember, we can’t wake Eve,” she
moaned, rubbing his sides and moving the way he liked beneath him.
Giovanni pulled his cock out of her to the head and thrust forward,
rocking against her body. Her pussy walls tightened on him, almost
breaking his control.

“
Stop giving me rules, you sound
like my wife,” he grunted, and then smiled.

He couldn’t believe he’d been denied her for
so many days. He pressed his forehead to hers and they breathed in
sync as their bodies connected, reunited, adjusted to what was
simply them. Mira’s lids fluttered shut when his controlled long
and slow thrusts picked up in frequency. He hooked his arm under
her back to lift her from the mattress with his free hand firmly
pressed to the headboard. She arched in response; her thick dark
nipples, swollen and extended, beckoned him. He sucked one, then
the other. He bit the nipple gently and then flicked his tongue to
soothe the sting. The entire time his hips rotated and his cock
kept thrusting. Her core rippled and clenched around him. Suddenly,
his mind went on overload with each push back of her hips that sent
him deeper.

“
Oh yes,” she gasped. “Like that,
baby, yes, more, give me, more.”

She reached between them and he felt her hand
grip his groin. She squeezed his balls and he bit into her
shoulder. “Ow, Giovanni!” she smacked him.

He groaned pumping harder and faster, fucking
her into the mattress. Gripping her hips, he lifted her from the
mattress and sat back on his legs. She was now riding his cock from
his lap. He needed to hear her scream. Giovanni instructed how
quick and frequent she rose and fell on his cock.

Through quick breaths she dragged down into
her lungs, Mira wrapped her arms and legs around him to endure. Her
body was on fire and she felt herself stretching in ways she didn’t
think possible. He forced her hold on his neck to loosen as his
face trailed kisses down her throat and then lower. She dropped
back on her hands and arched to bring her chest up as she bounced
on what felt like pure steel filling her channel. Feeling his
tongue and teeth all over her breasts. Sucking and biting, her
cries of pleasure kept rising in pitch. He showed no mercy, and
from the sheer force of their lovemaking, he had no need to hold
her up. The work was hers and she had found an acceptable rhythm to
achieve her pleasure goals.

Tension sung through him. And again, with the
iron will of a gladiator, he pushed down the insatiable urge to
release. Giovanni squeezed his eyes shut, afraid he’d fall over the
edge. Releasing her breast, he trailed his tongue upward across her
collarbone seeking her mouth. Within seconds his lips pressed
against hers, as his tongue uncurled then curled again around hers
in a dizzying motion.

She fed on him and he loved on her. Weakened
but by no means done with her, he forced Mira to sit upright; then
turn to her knees while he remained buried in her. He gripped her
shoulder and her hip to steady himself. Like a man possessed he
thrust harder into her, unable to control a single urge driving him
onward. This time he achieved his goal because she cried out his
name, nearly screamed it through his fucking her fast and furious
from behind. Liquid heat poured through the veins of his cock, and
then shockwaves cut through his body.

Eve woke. She called her mother’s name from
her crib.

He kept thrusting until his balls were empty
and his cock flaccid. They dropped into a sweaty breathless heap
onto the bed. He licked her shoulder and moved against the wide
roundness of her ass, wanting to do it all over again.

“
Giovanni, stop! Let me get to
her.”

The ringing in his ears had drowned out Eve’s
cries. He grunted and withdrew., The separation was painful, and
his need for her had become that compulsive. Mira scrambled away,
finding her robe quickly and dashing to Eve’s room. He turned over
on the mattress and put his hands to his eyes, unable to capture a
breath.

*****

Milan Italy –

Drowsiness and fatigue had begun to steal over
her. A night that had exploded in violence ended with such passion,
that every muscle in her body ached in remembrance. Marietta hadn’t
felt this physically satiated in a very long time. Even in her
half-wakeful state she smiled. Lorenzo’s temper would scare most
girls, but it excited something dangerous in her. And to her
delight, he brought that aggression to bed, wearing her out good.
Marietta moaned and stretched. In her dreams she thought of his
hands on her, his mouth and tongue buried between her legs. A sharp
smack landed on her bare ass, startling her awake.

“
You have forty minutes to dress
and pack.”

The command stunned her, more than the butt
smack. She turned with an irritated frown. “What the hell are you
talking about? Pack for what?”

Even in the dark she could see most of him,
thanks to the lights of the city shining in through her window. He
stood at the side of the bed with only a white towel riding the
edge of his hips. His coal black hair had a slicked back look from
a fresh shower. And the bruises and scratches only hardened his
handsome features. “You were dreaming about me. Weren’t you?” He
asked. Something thick and enticing in his deep voice almost made
her confess.

“
Of course I wasn’t. I barely know
you.”

“
Bullshit!” He chuckled. “I’ve
introduced myself properly.” He then let his eyes sweep over her.
“We have a plane to catch. Too late to catch the train. Pack a
pretty dress too, something that shows your legs,” he ordered. “I
like your legs, and your ass.”

She frowned at what she knew he meant as a
compliment. In her sleep she had thought she heard him shower, and
was relieved. She didn’t like sleeping over with men she barely
knew. Her hope was he’d dress and go back to wherever the fuck he
came from and leave her in peace. She was emotionally and
physically exhausted. The man twisted her inside out with two
lovemaking sessions that she didn’t think were physically possible.
And in the last, he invaded every hole his cock could
penetrate.

“
Go. Just leave.” She sat up,
wincing at the spasm seizing her lower back with unrelenting
cramps. “I’m done with you.”

This time, instead of a snarky comeback, he
let go a roar of laughter that threw cold water over her pride. He
snatched his towel off and she was shocked to see his erection
thickening, an already intimidating piece of manhood. He crawled
over the bed toward her on his hands and knees. Marietta couldn’t
take her eyes off his dick. Finally, when he was just a breath
away, she looked up. The shadows of the room covered half his face
and body in a dark silhouette. However, the cold smile that curled
the corner of his mouth was hard to miss. “You wanted my attention,
Cara,
you have it.”

Marietta reclined and sank into her deflated
pillows, with her arms across her breasts. “No more, Lorenzo…we
can’t. I don’t even know how you can…”

He ran his tongue into her navel, snatching
her arms apart, and then up to the sensitive peak of her nipple. He
ignored her plea for mercy. In fact, the deep groan rumbling in his
throat sounded like he enjoyed her weakening. It fueled something
primal in them both. Urges she knew she’d never truly be able to
deny.

“
Until I decide what to do about
our situation you are coming with me,” he said hoarsely. His strong
large hand dragged her beneath him, and she lifted her legs to trap
him between. Her mind screamed for her to end the madness, but her
body betrayed her.

“
Lift your pussy!” he
grunted.

She obeyed, and the invasion of his thickness
thrusting toward her seized the breath in her lungs. Marietta
squeezed her eyes shut and clung to him, desperate for more. The
reason behind his commanding approach became clear to her, when his
finger eased into her anus slow and steady. She dragged in her
breathing through her clenched teeth, taking him both
ways.

“
Pack your shit,” he thrust into
her harder, speaking through harsh pants. “Don’t question
me.”

“
Go to hell,” she smiled and moved
with him. She ran her tongue over his collarbone and sunk her teeth
into the taut flesh. She heard a slight hiss escape him and she
continued with her kisses up to his neck. He had a fresh soapy
smell to his skin that mingled with his maleness in a way she’d
always remember.

Lorenzo groaned. He inserted a second finger
into her forbidden zone, and her head dropped back with a silent
cry on her lips. Too many pleasurable sensations shocked her pelvis
and anus, sending shockwaves through her pussy.

From somewhere beyond her comprehension, he
summoned control and focused the most intense blue eyes she’d ever
stared into in her life. “I’m done playing nice,
Cara
.
Someone out there wanted me to kill you tonight.” A smile moved
over his lips when she rolled her ass and pussy, forcing him to
weaken. “Do you understand the danger you are in?”

Fright was no competition, for the thrill of
excitement and sexual heat consumed her sensibility. All thoughts
of rebellion faded from her mind. She needed protection, and who
better than this giant of a man. Marietta opened and closed her
eyes several times to focus. And she could see by the amusement on
his shadowy face, he preferred she focused on him. He pinned her
down and went fast and hard, removing his fingers from her ass and
pressing both his hands to the side of her face as he fucked her,
until they broke down into gasps and deep shudders of release. He
lifted his head and stared at her. His nostrils flared with the
deep exhales of breathing escaping him. “You know my secret,” he
said. “Only dead men can confess my sins. Normally, this knowledge
would require I take your life. But I can’t keep my damn hands off
you.” He stopped. Both of them panting hard, shuddering with the
insane urge to release. They were so close, and yet nothing. The
separation of his cock leaving her channel made her groan with
sadness. The man had the nerve to chuckle.

Marietta was speechless. Had she lost her
complete mind by taking him to bed? Of course she had. Marietta put
her hand to her eyes, feeling a bit light headed as if drugged. She
wasn’t.

“
Mi piaci molto
.” Lorenzo
said, all meanness gone from his voice. In fact, he said the words
as if he were defeated.

“
Gee thanks,” she answered.
He
likes me? Now what?

“
We’re going to a wedding,” he
answered, as if he heard her thoughts. “We’re going down in the
Campania
. You’ll be my personal guest.”

“
And then what?”

“
And then you and I will find out
who Isabella is.” He grabbed the towel and again headed for the
shower.

“
Wait! Lorenzo, wait a second.” She
scrambled off the bed, dragging the sex- soiled sheet with her and
wrapping it around her body. “I want something in return for my
silence.”

“
I’ve already offered you your
life!” he exclaimed, anger making his blue eyes darken.

“
You didn’t do that for me. You
didn’t do it for the sex we both enjoyed. You did it because you
need to find Isabella and I’m your bait. Aren’t I?” Marietta tossed
at him. “The bottom line is we need each other. I want you to help
me find my mother.”