Chapter Thirteen
“Where do you think you’re going?” Arietta asked Lily when she left the deck.
Lily curled her fingers into a ball. After the fabulous cruise on the Lake and the orgasm from an hour ago, she could do without small talk. “It’s been a long day. I’m going to bed,” she said. Marco had been with her until a few minutes ago, when his uncle had called him over to talk about his grandmother’s health. At least, that’s what Marco had told her—she assumed whenever they exchanged words in Italian, they didn’t want her to know.
“I understand. Can I walk up with you to the mansion? I’d like to have a few words with you.”
Oh, shit. “Sure.”
She strolled alongside Arietta who, despite her height and long legs, marched in tandem with her. Apprehension skated up Lily’s throat, suffocating her. What if Arietta had figured out who she really was? Things were going so well, what with Marco’s grandma really believing their story. So well, I even fell for it. Her heart skipped a beat.
A number of guests waited for the shuttle that would take them back to the mansion. Given her heels, Lily chastised herself for not getting in the shuttle. “I have to tell Marco where I am.”
“Already done. I asked my husband to let him know. Come.”
Lily stomped onto the stony ground. “What is it?” she asked. Best to put all cards on the table now.
“You surprised me, Patricia. Not a lot of people do, and I wanted to make sure I told you so.”
Lily folded her arms, unsure if Arietta had given her a compliment or an insult.
Arietta’s facial expressions softened. “When I saw you last night, I won’t lie, I was worried. Besides being ridiculously handsome, my cousin is also filthy rich. I didn’t want you to be interested in his money or what he can provide for your career.”
Lily took in a deep breath, letting it out slowly. She unfolded her arms, unsure what to do or say. She was no gold digger, but part of what Arietta feared was true—she had a financial gain from the situation, even if she had used her body as currency. “I understand,” she said in a low voice. Words to defend herself faltered her.
“I was wrong,” Arietta said, and Lily raised her gaze to hers. “I know you care about my cousin. I saw the way you looked at him today. Reminds me of me when I met my husband.”
“I do,” Lily said, her voice trembling with emotion. Confiding in anyone at this point gave her so much relief. She wanted to shout out her feelings for him but knew she couldn’t—not when he wasn’t ready to learn about them.
“I know. He needs that, you know. He may be all strong and powerful, but inside he’s got a few broken pieces.”
“Yeah, his father doesn’t seem overexcited to see him, either,” she said, making an effort not to spill any of the family history Marco had told her.
“Uncle Calogero has his flaws, but he’s old school. He thinks staying away is best. God, are you sure you want to join this family?”
“Nobody is perfect.”
“That’s true. But when you see your mother kill herself in front of you as a child…you can’t expect much normalcy as an adult.”
Lily stopped on her heels. “He was there?”
“Oh cazzo. You didn’t know? Yes. He was there.”
Tears pricked at the corner of her eyes, but she blinked them back. The image of a scared little boy watching his mother take her own life stabbed at her mind. She shook her head. If she let herself go there, if she simply mused over the pain that he’d carried all those years, she wouldn’t move forward. She wouldn’t be able to be his tonight.
Sex wouldn’t cure him. Sex wasn’t the direct answer. But if she gave all she had, if she showed him with her body how much she trusted him, hopefully one day he’d trust her in return. He’d open his heart to her and receive all she wanted to give him.
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Marco closed the door behind him. The downside of avoiding most of his Italian family members for so long was having to catch up with them all at once in a matter of days. His uncle Benicio had lured him into the conversation about his grandmother’s health then had switched the conversation over to the stock market and asked for Marco’s business advice.
He was about to switch on the light when he realized there were candles spread throughout the room. Curious, he kept walking until he reached Lily, who sat in the middle of the bed wearing the corset he’d brought her. When he made the purchase, his mouth watered at the thought of her luscious body in the fuchsia garment. Her high cleavage nearly spilled from the bust, and a hint of her aureoles peeked over the edge. The hourglass figure–hugging fabric outlined her tight nipples perfectly. He grew hard, his cock straining against his pants. Fucking right move buying the corset. The reality of seeing Lily in the sexy lingerie surpassed his fantasy.
“I hope you don’t mind me breaking into your little toy box,” she said, turning her head in the direction of the armoire where he’d hidden his purchases. “I got here early, showered, and thought, hmmm…how can I fill my time until my man gets here?”
My man. He liked the sound of that, a little too much. Grinning, he removed his jacket and placed it on the tufted chair in front of the vanity dresser. “You almost gave your man a heart attack.”
“Good.” She moved her body, swiveling around to show him her lack of underwear. “I hope this is okay.” She spread her legs apart, giving him a full view of her soaking wet pussy.
More heat slammed into his groin. She was so hot, so ready. For him. Only him. He shook his head. She was wet, poised for him to take her in any way, because he’d gotten her there with those sexy panties, making her come before he took what he wanted tonight, nothing more.
He unbuttoned his shirt, finding it more difficult with each button. She chuckled at his desperation, but he didn’t care. Keeping his eyes on hers, he pulled down his slacks and boxer briefs. When they pooled at his feet, he removed his socks and shoes. His hard-on sprung free, and he squeezed the tip of his cock in an attempt to calm himself down.
He wanted her to savor every part of being taken by him from behind. And for that to happen, she needed to be pleasured without rush. “It’s more than okay.” He studied the room and found a textured vibrator and a tube of lubricant on the nightstand next to the bed. “Though, you were a bad girl for going through my box of toys.”
“I was?”
“Yes. And bad girls need to be punished.”
Her lips parted. He sat on the edge of the bed and crooked his finger. “Come here. I’ll teach you not to do it again.”
She got on her hands and knees and moved on the bed with the elegance of a cat. Little charges of electricity kept searing his insides, each time more strongly. He had to really focus not to have her simply suck him straight away.
“Where do you want me, Big Daddy?”
“Lay with your tummy down and your ass on my lap.”
She did as told, and he caught a whiff of her magnificent perfume blended with a remarkable scent of female arousal. He inhaled, wanting to taste her. He’d get to it soon. Now he had to enjoy her willingness to play along.
She adjusted herself on him, and pre-cum bubbled at the tip of his cock, the pressure building inside. He flattened her with his hand, stroking her smooth back, then made invisible circles on her large, perky butt cheeks until her flesh warmed under his touch. she moaned, warning him she liked what he did to her.
He’d always taken charge in sexual relations, but he’d never taken it this far. With Lily, he could. Despite what had brought them together, she wouldn’t judge him. She allowed him to be in control, even though he felt like an impostor. The ruthless force of desire commanded him, and he acted as a mere executioner.
“You shouldn’t play with my toys when I’m not around.”
“I’m sorry. I wanted to surprise you.”
He palmed her delicious ass, loving the feel of her muscly cheek. Then he swatted it.
She gasped, moving, and he waited for a sign to make sure he could proceed. His last intention was to hurt her. Soon, she popped her ass up again, squirming, a sign she was ready for more. It seemed like the same force that guided him had taken over her as well. Was it just desire, though? Could it be something—
Before he mused on nonsense, he smacked her ass again, the sound louder this time. God, Lily was so hot. He pulled her hair a little bit, making her turn her face and see him. “Maybe you did this because you wanted to be punished. You like to play dirty, don’t you, Lily? Or should I say Patricia?” Since they were role playing, might as well give her another name. Patricia… Someone who had it together in the boardroom but kissed any inhibitions goodbye in the bedroom.
“Yes, Big Daddy, I do.”
“Dirty is the only way to play.” He swatted her ass again, her skin warmer, a shade of red spreading through her cheek. “I have plans for your ass, so I don’t want to hurt it too much. Not yet.” He gave her one last smack; this time she moaned louder.
To soothe her, he massaged her cheeks until she squirmed, moving her head from side to side, her hair a gorgeous swish of blond. Dio. This woman was like a weapon created to destroy him. If his enemies heard of her, they’d use her to decipher corporate secrets and bring him to his ultimate downfall. What a sweet death it’d be.
He nudged her thighs apart and slipped his finger into her pussy. The drenching wet walls squeezed him, her inner muscles clinging to him. “I need to eat you. Turn around.”
“What if I want you in my mouth, too?”
A smile curled at his lips. “Scoot up on the bed.”
Within a few seconds, he covered her with his body, his head buried in her twat as she took his cock into her mouth. Being on top offered the perfect fit for his cock. He could fuck her mouth good and move his legs.
He licked her walls, teased her clit, and worked in a frantic way to taste her, to devour her, to make her come undone for him. He sought the evidence she was in this as much as he was. The fact that he needed her scared the hell out of him, so at least knowing he wasn’t alone encouraged him. Her moans filled the room, combined with little growls of pleasure.
As retaliation, she took him into her mouth with intent. She played with his hard, tingly balls as she sucked him up and down, her tongue fetching the little drops of pre-cum that spilled from his tip. “If you keep going like this, I won’t last long,” he said, coming out from between her legs a second.
She responded by claiming his dick completely, taking him in and out of her mouth, teasing him like the little minx she was. He intensified the flicks on her clit, sucking her deep like he wanted a part of her to enter him and never leave. “Oh. I’m, I’m coming…” she said, and he inserted a finger in her butt as she shook under him, calling his name before taking him back in her mouth and sucking him hard.
Strands of pleasure built in his core, brewed at the pit of his stomach, and made their way down a lot quicker than he would have wanted. He let out a groan or two. With one hand, she held his cock so she could deep throat him and suck all she could handle. He never expected to fully fit in a woman’s mouth, but fuck, she was really trying. With the other hand, she gave his achy balls one last squeeze, then her palm slid down his thigh. She picked up the pace, and he felt a part of him throbbing against her throat. To make matters worse, or in this case better, she stroked his inner thigh, a place she had never attempted to play with before. Was she—
“Yes,” he hissed out as she inserted two fingers into his hole, and soon his words broke in his throat. Coming undone, he exploded inside her mouth, strong, warm, and utterly defeated.