Bianca
Shame.
They should make me walk naked around the city with a nun behind me shaking a bell every two seconds, saying, “Shame.”
His fingers were still in my pussy, and half of my chest was naked, when I dared open my eyes to look at him. No longer choking me, he had his fucking smirk on, and his erection was digging a hole in my thigh.
“You look so hot when you come,” he whispered, his eyes dark. He wasn’t teasing me. He was…aroused.
Ding! Ding! Shame.
I swallowed, looking away. “Why are you naked?”
“I took a shower and didn’t want to wake Mario looking for clothes. You were both deep in sleep.”
“Oh. Okay.” That was…considerate. I swallowed again. “Can you…”get the fuck off me now?I gestured for him to move instead.
His eyes trained on the exposed parts of my body. “You sure you don’t want anything else? Anything more?”
What the fuck? I didn’t ask him to make me come. He helped himself to my pussy without an invitation. Did he expect me toreturn the favorand blow him? Fuck him? “I’m very sure, yes.”
“I bet I can make you come again.”
“Not unless your name is Cosimo.”I shouldn’t have said that.“You realize I only came because I was almost there having a sex dream with my husband.”Or that.
Not when he grabbed hold of my pussy, and his rock hard cock was an inch away from fucking me.
He stirred, and I held my breath, bracing for the worst. Then he just pulled his fingers out and rolled to his side of the bed. “That husband has been dead for two weeks. This husband…” he fixed his gaze on me, “has a big cock that can fuck your brains out, giving you back to back mind blowing orgasms for days until you forget your own name.”
“That husband I loved. This husband…”
“You think I give a fuck? You can still hate fuck me, dolcezza. I bet your pussy is just as good when you’re in love as it is when you’re in hate. Maybe even better in hate.”
Why the fuck did that shit he said send a throb down my pussy?
His eyes trailed on my body again, and my hands raced to cover my breast and fix my nightgown.
He chuckled as he got up. His erection looked incredible as he walked across the room. So fucking beautiful. Then as he turned to go to the bathroom, I couldn’t help staring at his back, his ass.
I ran a hand through my hair, a chill running down my spine. From the back Cosimo and Enzio were identical, no tattoos to tell them apart. I bit my lip, missing that view terribly.
Suddenly, he glanced at me over his shoulder, as if he could feel me staring. I averted my gaze.Ding! Ding! Shame.
“I’m going away on another trip tomorrow afternoon. Italy. Won’t be back for a week, at least. Would you like to come with me?”
My lashes fluttered, and I scowled, my mind racing with multiple conspiracy theories. Why would he want me with him? Was he getting me out of here because Marta was planning something I didn’t know about? Was he going to use me for business? Was he taking me to some remote island where he could fuck me to death and then dump my body?
“I figured a change of scenery and some fresh air would be good for your health,” he said.
“Oh.” I blinked again. “I thought you wanted to abduct me.”
“That too. Maybe you’ll finally realize I’m the only man out there for you, and your pussy will be trembling aroundmycock as it should.” He winked, chuckling.
I rolled my eyes at his idea of a joke, yet my treacherous pussy double throbbed. “Well, I can’t leave Mario.”
“Who said anything about leaving our baby? Of course, he’ll come with.”
Mybaby.
