La Sposa (40 page)

“
Are we alone? No one else on the
yacht?”

He nodded.

“
Good.”

She pulled down his boxers and pants and
Giovanni lifted his ass to aid her. Mira had to stop at his knees,
and remove his shoes and socks. She wanted him bare from the waist
down. And he soon was. Running her hands up the top of his thighs,
she came back between his parted knees. His dick was so erect it
bobbed up and rested against his belly. She put her hand around the
root of his shaft and stroked up. Giovanni’s head dropped back
before she put her mouth on him.

The delay was short. She relaxed her jaws to
take him all in. First her sucks were hurried and desperate. To
taste an inhalation of him sent a sexual charge through her already
hormonal state that she couldn’t control. The only air drawn into
her lungs went through her flared nostrils. Her blood felt hot, her
skin feverish. She wanted him so bad it became one big ache and she
almost abandoned her efforts to climb his lap and get relief.
Instead she began a slow suction, bringing her mouth to the head of
his penis; opening her mouth wider to allow her tongue to lick and
tease him with sexy flicks, until deep grunts of satisfaction
escaped him. Mira let him go. She stood and reached under her dress
to pull down her panties, then tossed them aside. Dazed, Giovanni
barely looked up when she climbed on him. Her knees pressed in
tight to his sides by the limited room in the chair.

He scooted down a bit to angle himself at her.
She hiked her dress all the way up to her waist so he could see her
pussy as she eased down on him. She was one big ache for him
between her legs. Penetration was her only salvation. He went deep,
sending distress through her thighs and pelvis.

Giovanni gasped.
So he must have felt it
too.

Mira couldn’t stop smiling.

In the excitement and passionate struggle to
seize control, he ripped at the front of her dress to free her
breasts. She groaned over the ruined garment. But the
disappointment was fleeting when her now tender left nipple was
suctioned into his mouth. His tongue caressed with tantalizing
possessiveness.

“
No biting, Giovanni, oww, they’re
sensitive,” she said through a single breath, moving up and down on
his dick, which rammed in her channel like steel wrapped in silk.
He sucked one breast and then the other. His hand gripping her ass
controlled her bounce and the other pressed hard against her spine
to force her chest into his mouth for him to devour. The urgency of
their joining caused tight spasms to spread through her. As they
clung to each other in the darkness, their passion for one another
began to create exquisite harmony.

Mira’s lashes fluttered and then shut. She
winced when he bit her breast and sucked hard on the skin. Gripping
his hair to the back of his head, she yanked hard to stop him from
being so rough. He relaxed and his kisses went from hard, to tender
and soft again. Mira kept moving on his lap, rhythm never breaking.
He rose, holding her. And she immediately wrapped her legs around
his waist as he brought her down to the floor. When he put her on
her back, his strokes were slow and measured with their bellies
rubbing and touching. Stirring enough friction in her channel to
send shivers up her spine.

He continued to dive deep, and with every
thrust of his dick, she found it harder and harder to breathe.
Sweat broke over his face; her upper lip and brow were moist with
feverish sweat as well. He fucked her wearing just an opened linen
shirt. And she with her dress ripped to the front to reveal her
bouncing breasts, gave as good as she got. The scene excited her
immensely.

Neither of them could tame the other. She
grabbed at his neck and shoulder, bringing him down so she could
capture his mouth through their joined explosion. His hips circled
and his tongue plunged deeper into her mouth. Her brain suffered
seizures and nothing existed beyond that moment and the explosive
pleasure. She wasn’t sure when she came, but she knew of his
volcanic eruption by the hard and fast pounding of his cock and
staggering grunts. She clung to him and rode the wave, becoming one
with him.

And it was over.

When she opened her eyes, she saw nothing at
first. It was as if her conscious mind had blinked out. It took a
minute for her to return with him to reality. And how sweet her
reality was. Mira smiled, clinging to her husband. Lifting her
hand, she looked at her wedding ring, sparkling in the dark. On
second thought, who cared why he insisted their son be born in
Sicily? Who cared that he believed their child’s Sicilian blood
made him as strong as Hercules? As long as she had him, she didn’t
care about any thing outside of their family and love.

Milano –

Marietta sat up. She listened. It was
definitely the door below. Lorenzo had returned. The villa he had
brought her to was once a restaurant, possibly family owned, with
living quarters above. Below was a professional kitchen and an
empty area where diners could be. Upstairs were four rooms, this
one being the largest. She was glad a television was in there to
keep her company. Waiting for him to return drove her
crazy.

The door opened. He stood there for a minute
before walking in. Marietta watched him as he shed his coat and
removed his suit jacket. “What happened?” she forced herself to
ask.

He glanced back at her. “Happened?”

“
You left to see David. Right? What
happened? Did he confess to setting us up?”

Lorenzo came to the bed and crawled over the
top of her.

“
Sdraiati
.”

He put his arm around her waist and pulled her
down. The kiss he pressed to her cheek was soft and comforting. She
relaxed.

“
If you’re going to be my woman,
there are certain things you should make a practice.”

“
Wait? Be your woman?”

Lorenzo continued, as if she hadn’t spoken.
“
Apri le gambe
. First, never question me about my business.
I know you have a vested interest in justice with David Capriccio,
but you will have to be patient and let me get justice for you. If
I say you will have it, you will.”

“
I never agreed to be your woman,
Lorenzo.”

He pinned her to the bed, holding her down by
her wrists. “Second! Enough of the smart talk.
Christo!
Must
everything be a challenge with you?”

“
I’m entitled to ask
questions.”

“
No. Not when I need you to be
silent.”

She glared up at him. “Get off of me,” she
said,

He recognized the mistake in his approach and
he let go of her wrists. “Let’s not fight, Marietta. Save the fight
for them, not me. Learn to listen more than you speak. It’ll serve
you well, whether you are mine or not. No one likes a mouthy
woman.”

Marietta pushed at his shoulders but his mouth
came down on hers, crushingly smooth. She immediately became
reacquainted with his erection pressed against the seat of her
panty, and moistened from contact. Kissing him back she smiled, and
half-giggled, while holding on to him. Lorenzo excited her. And the
more time she spent with him, the more addicted she became to the
adrenaline rush that was simply them. He settled on top of her,
reaching between them to run his zipper down and free his dick. He
was so powerfully strong in how he kept her pinned. She felt him do
all of this rather than saw it. His hands then went beneath her ass
and parted her buttocks to open her fully for him. His cock briefly
stroked over the right spot. And then he plunged hard. She dug her
nails into his back and cried out in surprise. He began with rapid
thrusts and swings of his hips that made the bed springs creak. She
squeezed her eyes shut. Each thrust of his dick came with such
vital strength she had to cling to him, with her nails anchored in
his back to hold on.

Marietta arched up from the mattress and her
legs cinched tighter around his waist. Hot sexy passion rolled
through her like molten lava, incinerating all doubts and
resistance. The sweet sounds of joyful cries and whispers for mercy
in the dark were foreign for them both. And shockingly, her mind
registered that she was the first to break. It was her voice rising
high to the ceiling, begging for more. And his husky deep voice in
her ear whispered how much he loved making love to her.

Capitulating to passion, Marietta gave him
back as much enthusiasm within their sex roll, allowing him to fuck
her, and then flip her to pound his cock into her from behind. A
sudden moment of unbearable straining gripped her like a seizure
before the most earthshattering climax sent her crashing in a
downward spiral. Once he joined her, and they were both spent, she
gripped the sheets and shuddered through her cataclysmic climax.
Tears coursed down her cheeks. Lorenzo sensed her distress and
pulled back. He reached for the lamp and flipped it on. Marietta
tried to hide her face and weakness, but he forced her to his arms,
stroking the back of her head and back. In Italian, he apologized
for her pain and disappointment. He said he’d make the fuckers pay
for tormenting her. He asked her to believe in him.

Gathering her strength, she lifted her tear-
streaked face from his chest and said two words. “Kill
him.”

Lorenzo’s brow arched. “Did you just ask me to
kill someone?”

She nodded. “I want David Capriccio dead.
Dead! Like my poor mama…”

“
Cara
,” Lorenzo whispered
sweetly to her. He pressed his lips to her brow. “It’s my
pleasure.”

America –

The phone rang. Dominic walked into the room.
He had left Catalina to her shower, after making love to her. They
had another hour before the car arrived to take them to
Mirabella’s. Drying his hair with a hand towel, and the other tied
at his waist, he looked at the ringing phone curiously. It had to
be close to midnight in Italy.

“
Pronto?”
he
answered.

“
It’s me,” Gino
answered.

“
What is it?”

“
The meeting you want with James
Walker and Kei Hyogo. It goes down today.”

“
Today? Today!” Dominic repeated.
“I thought you said weeks? Two weeks? I need more time to check
into…”

“
Money talks bullshit walks,
Sicilian. The warden will give you today only. Around noon. I’ll
bring you in myself.”

“
Dio mio!”
Dominic looked at
his watch. He and Catalina had a full day with attorneys and
shareholders.

“
Problem?”

“
No. I can do this. I’ll call you
back with where to pick me up.” He slammed the phone
down.

The shower turned off. He looked up to see
Catalina walk out of the bathroom with wet hair and a towel barely
covering the curves he loved on her so much. She flashed him a
happy smile. “Was that Teddy?”

“
Who?” Dominic frowned.

“
Theodore Tate, from Mira’s office.
Her attorney. I forgot to tell you he called yesterday. He wanted
to take us to dinner. I told him not without you. He seemed
nice.”

Dominic waved the question off. He knew who
the attorney was. He had several phone conversations with him to
arrange the visit. “Come here, Catalina.”

She walked over and sat on his lap. He kissed
her chin. “Today, when we begin our meetings, I will have to
leave.”

“
But why?”

“
Business. I can’t avoid it. I’ll
need you to be my eyes and ears for me when I’m gone.”

“
Okay,” she nodded.

“
The car will bring you back and
you wait for me. I’ll take you to a nice dinner to celebrate your
first day.”

Her eyes stretched with excitement. “Yes!
Okay.”

“
Now let’s get dressed. I need some
coffee before we leave.”

Catalina hurried back to the bathroom. Dominic
glanced at the phone. He hadn’t planned on facing both men today.
But the sooner he got Giovanni what he needed, the sooner he’d
restore his faith in him. He hoped.

Capri –

Mira walked back into the cabin. Giovanni had
showered with Mira and left her to drying her body and groom for
bed. There were no clothes on this yacht. She had decided to put on
one of his shirts she found in his dresser. The sleeves swallowed
her arms.

“
She doesn’t wake much in the night
anymore.” Giovanni said, stroking Eve’s back.

“
No, she doesn’t. When we first
arrived in Sorrento, she woke often. I think it was all the changes
forced on her. Kids need stability.” She pulled back the covers and
eased onto the cool mattress sheets. “Giovanni?”

“
Hmm?” he asked, with their
daughter between them.

“
What has happened to
Kei?”

He frowned at her and Mira quickly explained
her curiosity. “Did he get extradited to China? I was only asking,
because, well I know we are having him removed from my company. I
wondered if it would be a problem.”

“
He rots in an American jail cell,
Bella. Where he belongs.”