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“Louder.” He thrusts into me and yanks my hips back roughly.

“Sal. Fucking Salvatore.”

“Whose pussy?”

“Your pussy. Fuck. Oh my god!” I scream at the top of my lungs as he’s relentlessly slamming up into me. My orgasm curls up from my toes, and I screech his name as my release hits me. Pigeons startle and swirl from the plaza below.

“That’s fucking right. This cunt is mine. Mine.” The breeze teases my nipples and I can’t take anymore. An icy chill over takes my body, and I shake. My orgasm rumbling from the deepest part of me. And then there’s a sound that rattles the Piazza and the marble walls. It bounces and reverberates as I come to the point of blacking out. Stars and visions of statues screaming with me cloud me, and I slump down. He’s quick to release my arms and catches me as I fall back and not out the open window.

He carries me to the bed. I’m spent. He cleans me up, and I vaguely remember him holding me, whispering sweet things about being a good girl as my eyes close.

Chapter

Thirty-Seven

Sal

It’s been a couple of days and I’m pretty sure I’m empty. I got nothing else to give her. Love, affection, food, jizz. It’s all been spent. We’ve more than made up for my “dead time”. I’m soaping myself up, and my dick is so damn sleepy he’s just hanging there. I’m not sure I could get hard on a dare. And her bruises have all but healed, except for the ones I made. Marking my woman makes me fucking happy. Little bites and fingerprints prints on her hips and thighs. And then there’s the wrists. I’m going to have to buy her some bracelets. We never did that shit before, but it felt right. And the city of Rome seemed to enjoy it. I close my eyes and let the water fall over me. We have to go soon. Break this paradise. But first she needs to see more than the apartment.

I exit and she watches me as I tie the robe sash tight. She shakes her head. “Who was that person?”

“Sexiest bitch I’ll ever know.” She scampers over and goes up on her toes to kiss me.

“I’m so in love with this suite. Not just because it’s in the sexual hall of fame now, but it’s so perfect and gorgeous. It must be costing me a fortune.” I sit down on the big flowered couch and pop a grape in my mouth.

“Woman, did not read my will in total?”

She spins around, taking in every inch of the place we’ve been residing in for days now. She bolts to the fireplace and picks up a framed picture. “Wait! That’s your mom and is that little you? Oh my God. You own this place?”

“How else would I know the code to get in?” My robe has popped open and my chest is damp and she’s staring.

“I am sexually satisfied. I’m sore as hell and yet, I want to lick that water right off your nipples.” I open the robe further.

“Thirsty?”

“It is important to hydrate.” She walks over, bends down, and takes on my erect wet nipples into her mouth. She moans and slurps then stands back up.

She stares at me. “Your chest is like a car hood. So broad and beautiful.” I laugh as she pulls on her very used Target clothes.

There’s a knock at the door and I nod toward it. “Open it.”

“You don’t want to pull a gun or have me hide somewhere?” She pops a hip and teases me.

I point at her as I stand. “Keep it up. Go ahead. See where this sass gets you.” I smack her ass and disappear into the bedroom to pull on some sweats. I’m so sick of our on the run clothes. This should be fun. I rub my hands together and hear her scream.

“Are these all for me?”

“No. They’re for my other wife.” I lean in the doorframe and watch her touch all the fabrics.

The Italian woman pushes in a rack with half men’s and half women’s clothes and a bellboy rolls in a Louis Vuitton set of luggage. She gasps at the stack of bags. They’re monogrammed, PGP.

I grab money and tip them. “Grazie mille.”

“Prego.” They leave, and she squeals and starts pulling dresses from the rack.

I turn my attention to the small bag hanging off of the end. I dangle it off my finger. “Make sure they match for me, Gingersnap.” She opens the small bag filled with lace and satin. I waggle my eyebrows at her as I reach for a pair of glen plaid pants and admire the rows of suits waiting for me.

“Thought you liked me bare?” I pick her up and throw her over my shoulder. I toss her in the bed and rip the leggings off of her body.