Page 130 of The Strength Of A Woman

What I like the most is to rip off her clothes when no one is around and fuck her anywhere I want around the property.

She knows me well, now, and likes to tease me, putting on a good fight, running away from me, anything to prolong this delicious chase.

And then I like to see her sleep next to me.

Head bowed down, face reflecting perfect peace, her hair splayed over the pillow.

It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.

The most precious one.

Because I've ruined so many of her clothes, we usually buy doubles, and the ones she wants to show me now are no exception.

These two weeks have been quiet, otherwise.

All the information I have gathered from my sources has solidified my belief that my enemies are preparing for war, as they should.

We traveled to town a few times to shop and eat out.

We checked a few luxury boutiques to pick the perfect dress for Lani for tomorrow evening.

The party in Taormina.

Everybody will be there, so we need to review every detail with great care.

We can’t leave anything to chance.

I also had to make plans for enhanced security. There will be three lines of defense. The people who travel with us, the ones on the outskirts of Taormina. And the ones at the compound.

There’s no room for errors.

Varela is a sneaky bastard, and sadly, Giorgio Gallo is just like him.

“How do I look?”

I relax in my chair and shift my focus as Lani enters the bedroom wearing one of the gowns we bought this afternoon.

It’s a white dress with a golden butterfly print, a strapless top, and a flowing, floor-length skirt.

It emphasizes her tan and looks great on her, but it’s not what I’m looking for.

“It’s all right. Let’s see the next one.”

Flashing a smile, she twirls around and vanishes in the walk-in closet.

I remove my suit jacket and drop it on an antique bench not far from me before I slide back into my seat.

“What about this?”

She steps in, wearing heels and a black sequined dress with an asymmetrical neckline that follows the contour of her body.

It’s sexy and alluring. It might be what we need, but I'd like to see the last one as well.

It seemed to be the best when she tried it on this afternoon.

“Let’s see the red one.”

She gives me a small wave before she turns to me and walks out of the room like a queen.