He brings his hand back to my breasts, to trace one of my hardened nipples. I make a strangled, whimpering sound—totally involuntary. I couldn’t keep quiet if I tried.
Damiano says, “Allow me to be in charge of your pleasure today. If you agree, say yes, Sir.”
“Yes, Sir.” I nod for emphasis. Let there be no misunderstanding. I want this. I need it.
He offers me a slow, sexy smile. “Good. Now, take off all of your clothes.”
SETH
When I come back from my walk, I go straight toward my room. My footsteps are heavy on the floor—I’m still pissed at Damiano, and tired from hiking all over the fucking coast.
Rustling sounds from Madison’s room make me pause. They’re fucking. Because of course they are.
Madison moans. “Damiano…I don’t think we’re alone.”
“We’re alone enough. Get on your knees and touch yourself, bella. I want you to come again.”
So they’ve been at it for a while. I lean against the wall, hard as fucking stone. I could leave. Nobody’s forcing me to stay in Mirarosa.
But, since I’m here and I’m hard, and Madison is making those soft little whimpering sounds, I may as well make the most of it.
I pull my dick from my pants and start jerking.
17
DAMIANO
Waking up next to Madison is incredible. I wanted to respect her space and allow her to sleep alone in her own room, but after our time last night, it was hard to walk away. So I held her, and we fell asleep in each other’s arms.
Why Seth doesn’t want to be a part of this is beyond me. Some antiquated idea of honor? Does it feel like a betrayal to his brother? But his brother, may he rest in peace, is long gone. Madison and Seth and I are here, alive, in this moment.
Seth needs to stop living in the past.
I take another look at Madison’s sleeping face. Her delicate eyelashes curve against her cheeks, and her lips are pouting, slightly parted. Strands of her light brown hair splay across her pillow, curling and twisting in a way that makes her look well and truly fucked.
I must have her again.
I reach under the sheet and trail my fingers over her thigh. She’s so soft, my god, I want to touch and lick her everywhere.
She murmurs in her sleep.
“Bella,” I whisper, “did you get enough rest? Do you want to play again?”
Her eyes flutter open and she smiles. She widens her legs so I have access to her pussy. “Yes.”
“You aren’t too sore?” I slide my fingers over her wetness. She’s so fucking responsive, so ready for pleasure.
“No, Sir.”
I push a finger into her, feel her clench around me. Slowly, I fuck her with my hand, watching her face the entire time. Her eyes close and her lips part. She arches her back, showing me her tightening nipples. I lean forward and take one in my mouth, sucking hard, rolling my tongue around the little nub.
“Damiano,” she gasps.
A rhythmic pulse sounds. Her breathing? Mine? No, it comes from somewhere else in the room. I go still, listening.
It’s my phone, vibrating with a call. If it’s Seth, I will push him off the cliff and into the sea.
It could be someone from Nove calling, though. Neither Seth nor I are in the office. If an emergency situation arose, we have capable men and women to handle it. However, we should be informed.
