“Are you with the groom?” I ask before I voice that insane idea.
“Andrea is my nephew. Valentino Benetti.”
I swear to all the muses, this man is straight out of a bodice ripper. Valentino? What’s next, is he going to reveal he’s some kind of mafia boss or international spy? I can barely think straight when his massive hand moves to cup my cheek. The warmth of his skin is intoxicating, pulling me in closer. I step into him,letting whatever this moment, this gut-wrenching need to have his body pressed into mine, take over me.
His eyes move from mine to my lips and then back again.
“Yes,” I whisper.
Valentino doesn’t give the impression that he asks for permission, for anything. He takes and devours whatever he wants. But the question, even if he didn’t verbalise it, makes my pussy clench. Consent is one of the sexiest things a man can focus on when he’s with someone, if you ask me.
His lips are soft against mine. Gentle and hesitant when I’m expecting force. The kiss is chaste yet sets my skin on fire. Tingles shoot down my arms and right into my fingertips. This feels like fate, like worlds colliding with perfect precision to bind atoms together.
When his thumb brushes against my soft chin, tilting me up higher, he licks my bottom lip. My hands move to his shirt, tugging him closer in a quiet demand for more.
I open my mouth to deepen the kiss, and he groans. Oh my god, I’m going to come. The pure satisfaction in that sound makes my core tighten and thighs squeeze together. His tongue plunges into my mouth. Something sharp presses against my bottom lip, and I whine. This is the force I crave. I’ve never wantedanyone like this, with this unexplainable hunger. I want him to take me in every way possible.
He grabs hold of my waist, squeezing my chub.
No.
My blood runs cold as I break the kiss. I know he’s seen me, I know that my size isn’t a secret, but I can’t handle anyone touching me like that, let alone the most beautiful man in all of Italy. That part of me can’t ever be sexy or attractive, can it?
Tits? Sure.
Ass? Hell yeah.
The rolls of fat around my body? Surely the sort of thing that makes a man like him disgusted.
But he’s still holding me, looking ready to drag me to the nearest flat surface. Valentino wants me, and I think I want to give him everything when someone starts hollering from deeper in the house.
“Tino, I gotta head up to Naples to handle…” A large guy in a sharp suit stops short when he sees the position we’re in. “Am I interrupting something?”
Valentino doesn’t let go of me for a beat too long. Yet another person I haven’t met stares at us with a critical and creepy eye. My cheeks heat with embarrassment. I step out of Valentino’s grasp, and he frowns. Yep, I’ve seen that look before. It’s time for me to go before he makes some lame excuse.
“I should go so I can get a good lounger,” I mutter at my feet.
If Valentino says something, I don’t hear it. Junelle waves at me from the people carrier van, and I have enough sense to wave back and pretend like nothing is wrong. I dip into the sleek black car when a driver opens it for me. He doesn’t ask where I’m going or even say a word to me, and I’m glad for it.
For the next five days, I’ve got to avoid Valentino Benetti or risk losing myself in him.
Chapter three
Valentino
Like a light in the dark, a harvest moon shining through the smog of the city, I can’t stop staring into Cheyenne’s eyes. She’s gorgeous in the morning light. Her red hair piled on top of her head, sunglasses nestled into it like a crown, she looks like a sleepy princess. All that beautiful skin on display. I want to bury my face in her tits and drown in them. I can’t keep my distance from her when we are standing so close together.
She smells like lavender and lemons from the soap stocked here at the villa. It’s subtle, complementing her natural scent. The swell of arousal that blossoms off her causes a rush of blood to fill my cock. My knot pulses at the suggestion it might actually get the privilege of being buried in her sweet cunt.
When we kiss, when she tugs me in closer by my shirt, I can’t hold back the little bit of wolf that comes out of me. The growl that escapes from the back of my throat is guttural and needy. My canines extend and scrape across her plump bottom lip. If I’m not careful, I’m going to completely wolf out like a two-pump chump getting his first taste of real pussy. My hand slides into her open shirt, and the feel of her ample curves under my hand is like coming home.
But then she pulls away. She breaks the kiss, and I’m half tempted to drag her to my suite. The look on her face though, the paleness in her cheeks that were so flushed before we kissed, keeps me rooted to the spot. Did I go too far?
“Tino, I gotta head up to Naples to handle…” Luca shouts as he rounds the corner into the foyer. My underboss is dressed to intimidate and eyeing my mate too much for my liking. “Am I interrupting something?”
“I should go so I can get a good lounger,” Cheyenne mumbles at her sandals. She’s out the door before I can even say anything.
My lips draw back in a snarl. Luca usually means well, he’s been by my side for a long time. We became made men, werewolves, together. I would trust him withmy life.
