I did, moving slowly on purpose. My palms felt ultra-sensitive, as if I were looking down from an absurd height, my stomach dropping at the thought of the fall, when he moved a little closer.
“Turn around,” he said in Sicilian, and when I did, he murmured, “Close your eyes.”
A second later, cool metal touched my neck. I lifted my hand, feeling smooth and uneven textures beneath my fingers. Three necklaces seemed to be stacked one on top of each other.
His breath fanned against the skin behind my ear as he said, “Open your eyes, Alcina.”
The mirror reflected both of us as his finger traced the necklaces against my throat and my chest. They were three different lengths. The one around my throat had a filigree pattern. It was intricate, almost like lace. The other one was a little longer with the same pattern. The third one came between my breasts, and at the end was a diamond that reminded me of a golden moon. My tiny gold cross was hidden behind it.
My eyes rose to meet his while my hand touched the cool gold strands. His eyes bored into mine, but his hands roamed. Each stroke of his skin against mine made me hotter and hotter. When his finger started to caress myculo, along the thin fabric, a low, rocking moan left my lips.
He pulled against the tightest necklace, and it dug into my throat some. “No one hears you but me,” he said. Then he pumped a finger inside of mypatatinaand I bit my lip, keeping my moans quiet and deep. I placed my palms flat against the mirror, needing to steady myself.
I could see what he was doing to me from all angles. It turned me on beyond anything we had done before.
He reached around and pulled the bodice halfway down, exposing only half of my breasts. My nipples strained against the fabric, and the harder he pumped into me, the more the satin and lace would rub.
“What do you want, Alcina?”
My head rolled before it fell forward against the glass. “You.”
“How?”
“Buried.” I hissed out a breath when I glanced in the mirror and saw the way he was looking at me. “Deep inside of me.”
“What do you want buried deep inside of you?”
Opening my eyes and focusing on him, I said, “Your cock.Lo scorpione.”
He grinned at me, pulling my hair back, my neck twisting toward his at an angle that gave him access to my mouth. He kissed me deep, hard, and so long that I started to get dizzy. When the kiss ended, I panted for breath. My skin was slick with sweat.
“The moment I saw you,” he said, undoing his pants and pulling himself out. He was rock hard, and he stroked it before he rubbed himself against me.“I knew you were the sorceress. Those eyes have me fucking obsessed.” Then he rammed into me so hard that I had to bite my lip to keep from screaming.
The necklace bit into my throat, but I could not keep my eyes off of him, of what he was doing to me. He was fucking me like he needed me to breathe, his grunts deep and quiet, and it was beautiful but cruel to watch.Mypatatinawas taking a beating, each stroke on display as he buried himself deep inside and then pulled out. He had a firm, almost painful grip on my hips. But his eyes…they stole my breath.
“You feel so fucking good,” he said, his voice gruff. He started moving faster, even harder, and I wondered if my hands were going to shatter the glass from the intensity. “Your body is mine to pleasure,” he said in Sicilian, his fingers biting even harder into my hips. “But other times, I am going to make you beg for mercy.”
The sound of our bodies slapping echoed around the room. I wanted to scream out at the maddening pain, at the insane pleasure, but I kept it locked inside, waiting for the right time to unleash every ounce of desire he had freed inside of me.
* * *
After the trip,we spent our days between Milan and Como.
Corrado wanted the house furnished, so we spent time choosing pieces that seemed to fit us as a couple in the city.
In Menaggio, we spent time on the Vaporina, exploring the lake by boat. We visited all of the quaint villages set around the water. We spent hours hiking up the mountains, finding obscure old churches and other places that took some breath and muscle to find. During these times, we became familiar with restaurants and the staff, finding that we had “our” places while we were there.
Corrado even taught me how to drive the Vaporina, and even though I caught on right away, sometimes I pretended not to know what he was talking about. He would put his arms around me and help me steer whenever I did.
I loved watching him drive the most. Especially in the evenings when the sun was starting to sink into the water and the world around us turned shades that were hard to describe in words. I would wrap my arms around him, setting my head on his shoulder, and we would watch together as the stars came out. He would kiss my head, letting his lips linger, and it was one of the most intimate things I had ever felt.
I found that my husband could be as romantic as he was ruthless.
“Your body is mine to pleasure,” he had said in the shop. “But other times, I am going to make you beg for mercy.”
No truer words had ever been spoken from his mouth, and I turned to the side, staring at my reflection in the mirror, wondering which version of me he would get tonight. The woman who inspired his romantic side or the one who teased his wild side?
The necklaces he bought me in Milan complimented the dress I had hoped to surprise him with. I slid my fingers against the one around my throat, remembering how it had bit into my skin when he was fucking me against the mirror.
