I pick one up and take a bite. It’s perfect, of course. Airy, slightly sweet, slightly eggy. Even better than the ones Lucia used to make. Much better.
I sit on the mattress on the floor, and lean back against the wall, surrounded by the wreckage of her bed. I’m eating pastries she made me with her grandmother’s recipe after fucking her all night and breaking her bed.
Fucking amazing woman. She’s going to make someone a good wife one day.
The thought comes unbidden, and I swallow hard. Key phrase:a good wife for someone else.
Because I don’t do wives. Don’t do relationships. Don’t do mornings after and breakfast notes and women who fall asleep with my cock in their mouths like it’s the most natural thing in the world. I don’t do any of this. And yet….
I finish every last one of those cornettos and stare at her note for a long time before folding it carefully and tucking it into my wallet. Just to keep track of what I owe her, I tell myself, for the bed and the food. Nothing more.
15
Sophie
Ihold up a clear glass bottle full of olive oil, rosemary and garlic, showing Vin who is leaning against my kitchen counter. It’s late. I closed at work and then made a late dinner for Vin and I at home, and now he’s helping me clean up. But he’s not looking at the olive oil.
The whole time I made dinner, the whole time we ate it, he’s been staring at me like he did last night when he was fucking me.
Holy wow… last night! It was incredible, so good, just every part of him on me, in me, under me. And waking up this morning with some of his cum on my face was the icing on the cake. Just perfect.
Does he want to do it again? Honestly, I don’t know if my body can take it.
“See? You infuse the olive oil with the herbs, then when you use it to make something like bruschetta, it has a light flavor that’s not too intense. Perfect for—”
He cuts me off mid-sentence, his mouth crashing into mine. My eyes pop open wide and I squeal into his kiss, but it doesn’t stop him. Instead he fists my hair, yanking my head back, his mouth rough and insistent on my neck, ears, face and lips. The shock of it steals my breath, but my body responds before my mind catches up, melting into him.
“Vin—” I try to speak but he swallows my words.
“Shut up, princess.” His voice is as harsh as his fingers. “I don’t give a fuck about olive oil right now.”
He walks me backward until my spine hits the counter edge, his hands everywhere, rough, insistent, peeling my shirt over my head before I can protest. Not that I would, but oh my goodness, my pulse is thrumming in places I didn’t know had a heartbeat.
The shirt hits the floor. My bra follows seconds later.
“Vincenzo—” I’m practically begging. He fucked me so hard last night, I’m aching and sore inside. I had a hard time walking today.
“I said shut up.” He palms my breast, thumb dragging over my nipple until it hardens then he pinches it, hard. The sharp sting goes straight to my clit and I cry out, my knees buckling.
He catches me, one arm wrapping around my waist. “You like that?”
I nod, unable to form words. I’ve never—no one’s ever been this rough with me, this forceful, this desperate to have me. His intensity alone is intoxicating.
“Words, Sophia. I want to hear you say it.” His other hand slides down, popping the button on my jeans with practiced ease.
“Yes.” It comes out as a whisper. “I like it.”
“Good girl.”
The approval in his voice makes me even wetter and I moan as he shoves my jeans down my hips, the denim scraping my thighs as he yanks them to my ankles. I step out of themclumsily, unbalanced, but he steadies me with one hand while the other slides between my legs.
“Already so wet for me.” His fingers find me slick and ready. “Fuck, Sophie. You’re perfect.”
Perfect. I swallow hard, looking up at him while he slides two strong thick fingers in and out of me. He’s the one who’s perfect.
Then his fingers are gone and he’s pushing me down to my knees. His belt buckle jingles then the sound of his zipper, and then, “Open your mouth.”
I look up at him hulking above me. He’s freaking magnificent: huge chest, jaw set, eyes dark with wanting me, his cock hard and thick in his fist as he strokes himself.
