Turning my attention back to the bathroom mirror, I let my gaze travel over my face one final time, and down to my clothes. I looked fine as hell, smelled even better with my favorite cologne spritzed in all the right spots. I’d had her help me create the one-of-a-kind scent. It cost a small fortune, but it was worth the money when women offered to tear their panties off after one whiff of me. It stroked my ego, naturally. However, I didn’t give a damn about anyone else—onlyher.
And the cologne affected my girl in ways no amount of money could ever buy. It turned her into putty in my arms. Made her wild and naughty.
The party better be uneventful. No drama or fighting.
Just a good time and a night of passionate fucking.
I turned on my heel toward the large window above my luxurious sunken bathtub and admired the warm pink-and-orange hues of the spectacular California sunset. The colors were truly breathtaking and made me think of my beautiful mamma, then I shook her out of my head before my mood soured.
The Italian white marble surrounding my tub, sparkled like the white, sandy beach at my estate in Barbados. Of course, I’d chosen it because it reminded me of my hidden retreat.
That thought reminded me… I should take Isla to my oasis after the party. No question, we’d need time alone. And I’d have some major ass kissing to do, which I wouldn’t mind. I loved to kiss, and suck, and bite her delicious bottom.
Perhaps the sky’s majestic splendor was a hint tonight would be magical. I could only hope. These social events were unpredictable, and never in a positive way.
“Ciro, are you ready? The first guests will be arriving any moment.”
My hand pressed against my heart.Her voice.
Her soft, sultry, sweet-as-honey voice could comfort me in one breath and in the next, turn me into a horny, ravenous beast. She had no clue the power she wielded over me, and she never would know.
Inhaling a deep breath and collecting myself, I exited the bathroom in a black tailor-made Italian suit and white button-down shirt, opened at the collar.
I looked sexy as fuck, as usual, but Isla put me to shame.
My mouth went dry, thirsty for her lips, her touch, her pussy.
Her aura oozed sass and seduction as she stared at me in a black strapless dress that highlighted her gorgeous shoulders and neck. The garment hit mid-thigh, and it pleased me to see she’d worn the five-inch fuck-me stilettos I’d bought and demanded she wear them…whenever the fuck I wanted.
She never disobeyed me.Never. Isla was a good girl. Delicate and respectful. There wasn’t a single harsh element about her.
As I stared at my beauty, her fair skin shimmered under the warm glow of my chandelier. Once again, I was reminded of my private beach. Tomorrow, I’d whisk her away to my oasis.
Isla was the most beautiful woman in the entire world. So stunning and breathtaking she’d look fucking delectable in a brown paper sack.
And she was mine.Mine.
She smiled softly as I moved toward her like a predator calculating my attack.
I’d praise her tonight for wearing her silky blonde hair swept over to one side. She knew what it did to me. How I’d obsess and quietly stalk her, while surrounded by my guests.
Her lovely neck would tempt and torture me all evening. My lips would yearn to dot kisses down her throat, before I wrapped my long fingers around it.
My insatiable mouth would devour the sensitive skin at the curve where her shoulders began. At that point, I’d rip her clothes off and plow my iron cock into her warm pussy. I’d sink my teeth into her supple flesh until she cried out in pleasure, and I would fuck her into oblivion.
Isla inhaled my cologne into her lungs and her smile stretched wider, taunting me as I appraised her, like she was my prey. She was just that, after all.My prey.
“You have that look.” Her voice was light and playful.
Unsurprisingly, goose bumps covered my arms and my dick hardened.
“I don’t know what you mean.” I glided my tongue across my bottom lip.That lookshe spoke of was pure lust. Her pretending to be oblivious was part of the game we played.
“I’m sorry to be the bearer of unpleasant news, but we don’t have time. Let’s go.” She reached her hand out, but I didn’t take it. “Ciro…”
“You asked if I was ready. I am…” Circling around her slowly, utterly bewitched by everything about her, I growled deep in my throat.
Isla made me so fucking hard. All I could think of was tearing the dress off her warm body and driving my cock into her pussy like a sex-starved maniac.
