She pushes up, slides back down, her hand curling around the back of my neck as she pulls my mouth to hers, and I stop thinking. I press my hand to the small of her back as she starts to ride me, bouncing on my cock with an uneven rhythm, and I swear I see God.
Nothing has ever been so good. This isn’t sex, it’s something else. It’s something I’ll never get over. I need to see her again. I haven’t even finished fucking her, and I already need to see her again.
She kisses me, murmuring my name against my lips, and as I slide my hand between us, rubbing her clit as I thrust up into her, I swear I hear Giulia’s voice again.
Valentina. Giulia.I came here to get over one woman and only ended up wanting them both. Guilt mingles with desire, but pleasure overwhelms all of it as she comes again, this time on my cock, and I feel my own second orgasm burst through me. I grab her hip, pulling her down hard on me as I forget all thoughts of pulling out, and bury myself as deeply inside of her as I can as I come.
We lie there afterward, both of us breathing hard. She fits perfectly against me, her head tucked under my chin, and I can feel her heartbeat gradually slowing to match mine. I lie there in the dark, holding a woman whose face I've never fully seen, whose real name I don't know, and I think about how completely fucked I am.
"When can I see you again?" I murmur, before I can stop myself. She's quiet for a long moment, and I think she's going to say no. Think she's going to tell me this was a mistake, that it can't happen again.
But then she says, "Friday. Same time."
Relief floods through me, so intense it's almost painful. "Friday," I repeat, already counting down the hours.
—
The next morning,I'm back at the Ciresa mansion for a security briefing, and the first person I see is Giulia.
She's in the hallway, talking to one of the housekeepers, and the sight of her makes my chest tighten. She looks so fucking beautiful, wearing a pale blue sundress, her hair pulled back in a ponytail. She looks young and innocent and completely untouchable.
Because she is.
She looks up as I approach, and our eyes meet. And I feel guilty.
Which is insane. It doesn't make any sense.
What happened at the club should be a good thing—exactly what I needed. I'm attracted to a woman who isn't Giulia, a woman who isn't completely off-limits, a woman I can actually have without destroying everything. It’s nothing serious or permanent, but it’s mind-blowing and consuming. I shouldrelieve me of this inappropriate desire for a woman who I would be executed for even thinking the things I have about her if her brother or father ever found out.
But instead of feeling relieved, I just feel confused.
Valentina wasn't like anyone I've been with before. There was something raw about her, something that made me want to know everything about her. The pleasure I feel with her is intense in a way I’ve never experienced in my entire life, which is both incredible and alarming.
But my feelings for Giulia are intense and deep, too. Not just because she's beautiful—though she is, devastatingly so—but because of everything I know about her as a person. Her intelligence, her strength, the way she carries herself with grace, even when I know she's hurting. She’s always been brave and impressive, a woman who is capable of handling herself despite her age and relative inexperience with the world.
I'm caught between two women, and I don't know how to reconcile the wanting. It feels insane to feel like I need to choose between the woman I can have and the woman I can't. There isn’t even really a choice, but it feels like there is.
I walk past her, and for just a second, I catch her scent. Desire ripples through me, no less intense than what I feel when I’m with Valentina, just different. A longing that goes bone-deep, and one that I know I can never do anything about.
I'm so completely fucked.
The meeting with Dante is routine—updates on security protocols, discussion of potential threats, review of the upcoming events that will require additional protection. I go through the motions, say the right things, but my mind is elsewhere.
I'm thinking about Valentina—about the way she felt in my arms and the way she said my name—and I'm thinking aboutGiulia and the way she looked at me in the hallway, the engagement that's coming, that's inevitable, that I can't stop.
I want them both and can't have either of them.
One not at all, and the other not really.
—
Friday comes,and I'm at the club at eleven-thirty, too early, too eager, and not caring about either of those things. Valentina arrives at midnight, and the relief I feel when I see her is almost embarrassing in its intensity.
We don't waste time with small talk this time. We just head straight upstairs, and the sex is even better than before, like we're learning each other's bodies, what drives the other person crazy. I fuck her from behind this time, bent over the bed, my hand wrapped in her hair as I drive my cock into her again and again, and she moans for me until we both come together. “I’m going to fill your mouth up next time,” I tell her as I sink into her, feeling that familiar pulse in my cock as she starts to clench around me. “I want to know what it feels like to come down your pretty throat…fuck…”
She gasps, moaning as she comes with me. I’ve stopped thinking about condoms and pulling out. She said she wouldn’t get pregnant, and even though in between, I remind myself that I need to use a condom next time, that I shouldn’t trust a woman I barely know with something so serious, every time I can’t stop myself.
It feels too good. So good that I don’t care what happens as long as I get to keep feeling her wrapped around my bare cock, hot and wet and tight, so long as I get to keep coming inside of her like this.
