"There's a lot we don't know about each other." Her tone holds a touch of regret. She lets the thought hang for a momentand then smiles. "I was on my school's swim team. I won gold in the regionals when I was fifteen. Our PE teacher bought us all pizza and ice cream."
And that right there typifies the difference between us. While she was out enjoying her sporting achievements and eating junk food with her peers, I'd already killed my first man and was learning all the skills required to head a mafia organization.
As I imagine a carefree Violetta celebrating her victory, guilt at drawing her into my world assails me once more. For a moment I almost express my regret. I don’t. Men like me don’t apologize for our actions. We just try to ensure the damage we cause is worth something in the end.
Kicking off from the side of the pool, Violetta swims away again. My phone bleeps with an incoming message. I watch Violetta for a minute, admiring her perfect form, before going to check my phone. It's a message from Elio telling me he informed Violetta's grandfather of our marriage as I asked him to. It seems Ricci wants to see us before agreeing a deal with Lorenzo. Damn. I don't know how Violetta will feel about meeting him for the first time.
"Something wrong?"
She comes up beside me. I hadn't heard her getting out of the pool, which is unlike me. Usually I'm more vigilant.
"Your grandfather wants to see us before he sells the land to Lorenzo."
"Okay." Violetta's easy agreement surprises me.
"You want to meet him?"
She shrugs as if it's no big deal, but I know it can't be that simple. This man could have eased her mother's financial burden at any time and chose instead to watch his granddaughter grow up from the sidelines.
"Then we'll go tomorrow." I look for a reaction, some sign of uncertainty or a desire to backtrack, but she just nods. "That's settled then. Are you done with your swim?"
"Yes." She shivers and I go to fetch two white robes from the hooks on the wall.
Violetta allows me to help her put hers on. While she ties a loose knot in her belt, I put my robe on but leave it open.
"Look at us," Violetta says with a giggle. She flaps her arms around inside the sleeves that are a little too long for her. "We're like big fluffy snowmen."
"Snowmen aren't fluffy."
"Spoilsport!" She playfully swats my chest. I like this side of her. "You know what I mean... oh!" She shrieks as I sweep her up into my arms.
"What are you doing, Signore Volante?" she asks.
"Taking you to bed, Signora Volante." There's nothing I can do about the dismal wedding ceremony now, but I can give her the wedding night she deserves. "I'm going to make you forget every man that came before me."
Violetta settles in my arms as I carry her through the house and up the main staircase. When we reach our bedroom, I set her down on her feet and untie the belt at her waist.
"You like unwrapping me," she says.
"I do. You should only ever wear clothes I can free you from easily."
Opening the robe wide, I take in the sight of her in soaking wet bra and panties. Her rosy nipples peek through the lace and the panties cling to her beautifully bare pussy. I push the thick cotton robe off her shoulders, letting it drop to the floor.
Her eyes remain locked on mine as I remove my own robe and strip off my wet boxer shorts. I step forward and reach around to unhook Violetta's bra. I press against her so she feels the stiffness of my erection. Then I remove her bra and slowlydraw her panties down her legs, dropping to my knees as I lower them to the floor.
When Violetta steps out of her panties, I stay where I am.
"Spread your legs," I instruct her.
Eyes glistening in anticipation, she doesn't hesitate. Widening her stance, she gives me an incredible view of her most intimate flesh. I get to work immediately, burying my head between her thighs. I lap at her, gathering her juices on my tongue. My touch is light at first, to tease a response from her. The desperate whimper she emits is just what I was hoping for.
Holding her folds open, I lick harder along her entire length. Violetta grabs my shoulders to brace herself as I torment her with my mouth. Her clit pulses, needing attention, so I wrap my lips around it and suck. When I experiment by grazing the tender bud with my teeth, Violetta cries out in bliss and digs her nails into my shoulders. I do it again and again.
As the sounds she makes become increasingly frantic, I press closer and push my tongue an inch or two inside of her. She moans deeply, so I slide my tongue back and forth, fucking her at a leisurely pace.
"Damiano!" My name is both a curse and a prayer on her lips. "Please."
Though she tastes of chlorine from the pool, there's something else beneath it, her natural sweetness. I lap at her like a man emerging from the desert after too long without water. I slide a hand up to curve around her breast, knowing she enjoys it when I play with her nipples.
