Chapter 8
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Chapter Eight
The sound of waves breaking softly on the beach below attracts her to the patio as soon as we are inside the house.
“This is an absolutely stunning view.” She nods toward the full moon caressing the Mediterranean sea and lets out a small sigh.
“I couldn’t agree more, Principessa,” I respond, but my eyes are not on the view but on her.
At my words, her cheeks get painted an endearing rosy shade.
“Ah…I should retire,” she whispers, looking away.
I move closer wondering why she is trying to ignore the chemistry sparkling between us.
I place my hand on her elbow. The electrical surge in my veins as I touch her warm, soft skin, sending all my blood to my c**k and it’s a miracle I still have enough wit to think of something to say.
“I can accompany you to your room, if you wish.”
She hesitates but only for a brief moment. “Oui, s’il vous plaît.”
I put her hand on my bent arm and I walk her the rest of the way.
We are not talking but we seem to be in sync. My eyes are intent on her as we approach her room. When we reach the door, I’m sure our thoughts are the same.
Heat simmering in my veins, I open the door and I look at her, expectantly, waiting.
She stares at me and I can see the same heat coursing through my veins stamped in her eyes. “Enzo, I like you…very much.”
“The feeling is mutual.” I half-smile, confused, because I am not sure what is holding her back. “I’ll go further and say I feel things for you that I’ve never felt for the other women in my life.”
The light shining in her eyes grows with my confession. “That’s a good thing, right? Because, I feel the same way. But…I don’t want to mess…this…up.”
My brows draw together. I can’t help but worry that she might be another Amalia.
I fell for Amalia hard when I was a bit older than my youngest brother Angelo is now. And she put a collar on me, took me by the leash for years on end.
She was gorgeous and I was an i***t.
After more than two years dating her in the living room, in front of her parents, with the worst case of blue balls in Italy, I decided to propose.
When I was on my knees, making promises of eternal love, she was secretly laughing at me and making sure our neighbor, Gianni Guttuso, knew about it.
I still don’t understand why she let me put the wedding together, invite all our—my—friends. Why she let me wake up early and drive to the church if she was planning from the start to let me be the town clown.
She could have left me a note pinned to our house door after Gianni put his d**k into her virgin p***y, a diamond on her finger, and took her to Gibraltar to marry her there.
Cazzo. She could have told me she didn’t love me.
I let her rip my heart into pieces, to expose my naïve yet so true feelings to mockery. The poor, pathetic dreamer who was cuckolded on his wedding day, as the town gossipers bandied about.
Sure, Gianni was much wealthier than us at that time but he was older than her f*****g father, for f**k’s sake.
But I shoo Amalia and whatever memories linked to her away.
Who cares if she is like Amalia, it’s not like I am proposing. This is just s*x. Besides, I’ve learned to not mess things up by mixing feelings.
Just s*x, yeah.
This is what I keep telling myself while she bites her delicious pouty lips and looks away.
“There’re things about me you don’t know. Things that may change your mind.”
I tilt her chin up so I can look into her eyes. “I don’t think you could say anything to change my mind about you.”
Enough of this! I dip my head to take her lips.
She sighs into my mouth and her eyes flutter closed.
My tongue swipes over her soft lips, asking for permission to enter, and she opens for me, her own tongue coming out to dance with mine in a light caress.
Her purse falls from her hand and hits the ground. Fleur wraps one of her arms around my neck and with the other reaches around my waist to my back, fans open her fingers and presses her body to mine.
I growl my approval as I take her mouth in a passionate kiss. My c**k is so hard it’s hurting. I can’t take much of this sweet torture.
I change my angle, running one hand down her back, pressing her even closer, letting her feel my arousal firm and high against her belly.
“Enzo,” she breathes when I break the kiss to press her head back and trail kisses along the long column of her neck.
Her soft hand slowly tugs at the corners of my shirt until her fingers gently caress the bare skin of my back.
I reach up and cup the weight of her breast through the silk, making a soft cry leave her mouth.
“I want you,” I growl, breathless with desire. “I want to taste, suck, and f**k you, Principessa.”
Passion-laden eyes open and stare into mine. There is something more inside those eyes, but I am too turned on to stop and investigate.
Besides, the smile that spreads over her lips is all the permission I need.
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