Chapter 1
CIRO
Present Day
The door creaked open, and then… click. The corner of my mouth twitched, but I forced back an arrogant smirk because I knew... I knew who had entered my bedroom. She had arrived just like clockwork.
Turning my attention back to the bathroom mirror, I let my gaze travel over my face one final time, and down to my clothes.
I looked fine as hell, smelled even better with my favorite cologne spritzed in all the right spots.
I’d had her help me create the one-of-a-kind scent.
It cost a small fortune, but it was worth the money when women offered to tear their panties off after one whiff of me.
It stroked my ego, naturally. However, I didn’t give a damn about anyone else—only her.
And the cologne affected my girl in ways no amount of money could ever buy. It turned her into putty in my arms. Made her wild and naughty.
The party better be uneventful. No drama or fighting.
Just a good time and a night of passionate fucking.
I turned on my heel toward the large window above my luxurious sunken bathtub and admired the warm pink-and-orange hues of the spectacular California sunset. The colors were truly breathtaking and made me think of my beautiful mamma, then I shook her out of my head before my mood soured.
The Italian white marble surrounding my tub, sparkled like the white, sandy beach at my estate in Barbados. Of course, I’d chosen it because it reminded me of my hidden retreat.
That thought reminded me… I should take Isla to my oasis after the party. No question, we’d need time alone. And I’d have some major ass kissing to do, which I wouldn’t mind. I loved to kiss, and suck, and bite her delicious bottom.
Perhaps the sky’s majestic splendor was a hint tonight would be magical. I could only hope. These social events were unpredictable, and never in a positive way.
“Ciro, are you ready? The first guests will be arriving any moment.”
My hand pressed against my heart. Her voice.
Her soft, sultry, sweet-as-honey voice could comfort me in one breath and in the next, turn me into a horny, ravenous beast. She had no clue the power she wielded over me, and she never would know.
Inhaling a deep breath and collecting myself, I exited the bathroom in a black tailor-made Italian suit and white button-down shirt, opened at the collar.
I looked sexy as fuck, as usual, but Isla put me to shame.
My mouth went dry, thirsty for her lips, her touch, her pussy.
Her aura oozed sass and seduction as she stared at me in a black strapless dress that highlighted her gorgeous shoulders and neck. The garment hit mid-thigh, and it pleased me to see she’d worn the five-inch fuck-me stilettos I’d bought and demanded she wear them… whenever the fuck I wanted.
She never disobeyed me. Never. Isla was a good girl. Delicate and respectful. There wasn’t a single harsh element about her.
As I stared at my beauty, her fair skin shimmered under the warm glow of my chandelier. Once again, I was reminded of my private beach. Tomorrow, I’d whisk her away to my oasis.
Isla was the most beautiful woman in the entire world. So stunning and breathtaking she’d look fucking delectable in a brown paper sack.
And she was mine. Mine.
She smiled softly as I moved toward her like a predator calculating my attack.
I’d praise her tonight for wearing her silky blonde hair swept over to one side. She knew what it did to me. How I’d obsess and quietly stalk her, while surrounded by my guests.
Her lovely neck would tempt and torture me all evening. My lips would yearn to dot kisses down her throat, before I wrapped my long fingers around it.
My insatiable mouth would devour the sensitive skin at the curve where her shoulders began. At that point, I’d rip her clothes off and plow my iron cock into her warm pussy. I’d sink my teeth into her supple flesh until she cried out in pleasure, and I would fuck her into oblivion.
Isla inhaled my cologne into her lungs and her smile stretched wider, taunting me as I appraised her, like she was my prey. She was just that, after all. My prey.
“You have that look.” Her voice was light and playful.
Unsurprisingly, goose bumps covered my arms and my dick hardened.
“I don’t know what you mean.” I glided my tongue across my bottom lip. That look she spoke of was pure lust. Her pretending to be oblivious was part of the game we played.
“I’m sorry to be the bearer of unpleasant news, but we don’t have time. Let’s go.” She reached her hand out, but I didn’t take it. “Ciro…”
“You asked if I was ready. I am…” Circling around her slowly, utterly bewitched by everything about her, I growled deep in my throat.
Isla made me so fucking hard. All I could think of was tearing the dress off her warm body and driving my cock into her pussy like a sex-starved maniac.
“Well, good. Let’s go downstairs where your family is waiting for us.” She blinked innocently as I passed in front of her, but Isla was anything but innocent. She knew how to play with me. Taunt me. Challenge me.
I fucking loved it.
“Bend over,” I ordered as I stopped behind her. I ran my nose through her silky hair and my lips glided along her satin nape.
“And wrinkle my dress? I don’t think so.” She laughed, tilting her head to peer at me. The gesture made her bangs fall over her smoldering eyes. Yes, she wanted me as much as I wanted her.
I gripped her arm and spun her around to face me. She gasped in surprise and her mouth gaped open.
Our lips were so close, our breaths mingled and transported me to my tropical paradise, where we ran naked in the thick, sultry air.
Her beguiling essence wrapped around me in a vice-like embrace. I had to have her. Right. Fucking. Now.
“Get on your knees,” I told her in a demanding voice.
“Kiss me first, then maybe I’ll consider it.” She arched her eyebrow challenging me.
The corner of my lip twitched at her defiance.
Cursing in Italian, I spoiled the decadent air between us and curled my fingers into tight fists. Isla drove me mad. Out of control crazy. She was far more dangerous to me than I was to her.
My cock strained against the zipper of my expensive trousers, trying to burst free of its confinement. No woman ever made me so painfully hard as Isla.
But again, she learned how to play my game. How to torture me with her words and voice. How to make me yield with only a look. I hated and loved it all at once.
I instantly snapped.
Gripping the back of her neck, I crushed my lips to hers. I was far from gentle. Isla wouldn’t want me to be delicate and tender with her. She liked when I devoured her mouth the same way I did her pussy. Like a feral, starved beast.
Biting and sucking.
Marking my territory with my teeth.
Owning every inch of her.
“Yes,” she moaned the single word as arousal swept through her. She was as affected as me during our little game.
Before every party at my family’s multi-million-dollar estate, we fucked and called it the pre-party.
I released Isla, stepped back, and unlatched my belt. She watched, panting and trembling with excitement as I dropped my pants and boxers to my ankles.
“On your hands and knees, My-la.” The endearment I’d given her floated effortlessly out of my mouth like angels sailing through the sky.
My-la was a symbol of adoration, not a show of possession. She wasn’t an object to be owned. She was a gift to be cherished. But I often mixed up the two.
She obeyed and dropped onto all fours before me. Desperation shone in her eyes as she glanced over her shoulder at my oozing, swollen cock.
Isla wanted me inside her just as I wanted to be buried to the hilt in her irresistibly, tight heat. In a moment, we’d both get what we wanted.
I had every intention of making her scream my name loud enough for my siblings and the catering staff to hear.
I didn’t need to worry about Padre. He was in Italy on business.
He didn’t come to our estate in Southern California often.
He rarely attended these events and much preferred to stay in Canada.
Lowering onto my knees behind her, I lifted her dress. A string of Italian obscenities spewed from my mouth at the sight before me.
No panties. No G-string. No obstacles to conquer.
I groaned, kissing her pert ass and ran my hands up the backs of her silky thighs.
The little tease had come prepared like a good girl.
But Isla wasn’t a good girl in a pure sort of way. She loved sex as much as I did. Maybe more. Sometimes I made her come dozens of times when she cried in agony for more. Other times, I tortured her by bringing her to the edge of a release and then not allowing her to come.
Isla mewled, her body dipping and curling with desire like a private dance for only my benefit.
Dipping and curling.
Mewling and panting.
I could watch her like this all night long. However, not tonight.
“Please, Ciro. Please fuck me now,” she implored as if her life depended on it. “The party is starting soon.” She wiggled against my cock and arched her back teasingly. She was an arresting sight to say the least.
I ran the tips of my fingers across her heat and ground my iron length into her ass. She was so fucking wet; I could hardly stand it.
In one possessive thrust, I drove into her pussy.
Isla screamed my name as she took all of me in. It was like she’d been custom-made for me just like my expensive Italian suits.
I wasn’t small or even average in size and girth. Far from it, yet Isla never struggled or complained.
A shiver zipped down my spine. Being inside her was home to me. My comfort. My safe place.
Gripping her hips, I set an unrelenting tempo. As Isla had said, the party would be starting soon. I couldn’t take my time with her. But I’d make it up to her after the last guest went home.
I’d give my woman what she wanted until the sun woke to mark the beginning of a new day. Longer if needed. I wouldn’t stop until she was totally spent and boneless on my luxurious king-size bed.
“Oh yes! Harder!” she cried, tossing her head back.
I grunted, slamming into her. “Demanding, aren’t you, baby?” I slapped her ass cheek hard enough to make my hand sting.
“Damn you!” she yelped. “Don’t tease me! Not now!”
A devious chuckle spilled from my lips as I caressed the red spot on her creamy white ass. My little vixen loved to be spanked and tickled during sex. The right combination of the two would give her the most epic orgasms.
Earlier today, I had decided to let her spend the night so I could spoon her following our sex marathon. I’d missed her since the last time I allowed her to stay in my bed all night. Two weeks had been much too long.
If I took her on a holiday to Barbados, a week alone together would please both of us.
I hated myself for not letting her get comfortable at the mansion when, in truth, I wanted her with me every second of every day.
But my profession forced me to keep her at a safe distance. I wore a mask of indifference and ruthlessness. Showing my true feelings would put a target on Isla’s beautiful head.
No matter what, I couldn’t let her believe we would ever be more than what we were right here and now.
There wouldn’t be marriage or children.
We’d never live together.
I’d never allow myself to openly love her, not when death plagued my family.
My heart hammered in time with each thrust of my cock. I circled her clit with the pad of my thumb to rouse and guide her over the edge as I increased my speed.
Isla moaned, serenading me with her sexy song.
Her voice soothed me on my darkest days. When I was afraid or disconsolate, Isla could get me through it. She was a balm to my damaged soul. Yet, I wouldn’t allow her to be everything to me.
Of course, she was everything to me, whether I wanted to believe it or not.
Isla clenched around my cock and jerked me out of my head. “Ciro!” she cried out my name like a sinner in church, begging to be saved as her release hit.
Hearing her desperation bounce off the walls undid me. I drilled into her harder. “Goddamn, baby. You feel so good. Sei magnifico.”
“Oh, Ciro… I wish you spoke to me in Italian more often. When you do, I fall more deeply in love with you.”
No!
I stilled at her words and tugged on her hair so I could reach her mouth and shut her the fuck up.
“Ciro!” She shrieked in pain, her eyes tearing up. “Did I do something wrong?”
A pang of guilt stabbed me in the heart. It would kill me to hurt her, but I knew I would. If not by my own hand, then by one of my enemy’s.
I was a selfish asshole for keeping Isla and doing things to make her love me.
“Shh… Sei perfetta, tesoro.” I pressed a firm kiss to her lips and released her hair to grip her hips firmly. There might be bruises afterward. “You’re perfect.”
In one final thrust, I let go and filled her with my cum, grunting through my release while she howled her pleasure.
We were perfect together.
Made for each other.
Isla owned my heart. I only hoped she felt how much she meant to me.
However, giving her the words I love you?
I couldn’t go there. Ever.