Chapter Nineteen
I’ve barely seen Vittorio. He’s been spending time with Marianne, apparently on wedding-related matters.
I have a meeting with Deano. Luca and Matteo step into the hallway as I walk down the stairs.
Glancing back towards the kitchen, hearing his voice, him laughing with Marianne, and a pang of jealousy hits me.
I want to be the one he laughs with. I want that with someone—the inside jokes, the comfort of having a person in your corner.
I’ve never had that, and being this close to having something real is making me nervous.
What happens if this goes to shit and I lose it all? If I lose him. I shake my head. I can’t think like that. I need to get my head in the game. Luca steps towards the door, and Matteo steps close. His hand rests on the bottom of my back, and he leans in closer.
“Morning, Miss Bianchi.” He whispers, breathing across my cheek.
I frown at his hands-on approach as he gently pushes me forward towards the door.
When I reach the steps his hand still on my lower back, he reaches forward, taking my hand as if I haven’t walked down the stairs before in heels. I slowly retract my hand from his.
“I’m good,” I grit through my teeth. Luca is already standing at the car with the door open. I climb up into the back and slide across the seat. Matteo slips in beside me but sits unbearably close. His leg presses against mine, and the heat from him feels overwhelmingly uncomfortable.
“A little room here.” Gesturing between us, he smiles, nods and moves away fractionally. I grit my teeth and stare out of the window for the rest of the journey. He casually moves, brushing his arm across mine multiple times, reminding me he’s there.
I step out of the car as soon as we pull up, usually. I would wait for him to get out and slide across. I slam the door and walk around the car. Luca looks between us as I storm past.
“Wait here,” I snap and step into the building. I walk straight through and into Deano’s office. I don’t knock. I just slam the door behind me and sit in the seat opposite him.
“Miss Bianchi.” He nods.
“Deano. How’s it going?” I ask.
“I’ll let the numbers speak for themselves.” He slides a folder across the desk to me. It’s thick.
I snatch it off the table and stand abruptly. “I’ll look over this and give you a call.” I say as I head for the door.
“Before you go, I have a few new guys interested in positions with us. I could use your input.” He crosses his hands on the desk. I turn to face him, heading to sit back down because I may need a new bodyguard sooner rather than later at this rate.
“How many?”
“Five.”
“You trust them?”
He nods. “I’ve personally worked with all of them. They’re exceptionally good at what they do.”
“Give them a trial. Let’s see how it goes.”
“Do you want me to send over their files?”
“I trust you, but yes, just for my own records. Set the ball rolling and get them up to speed. Things are only going to ramp up. It will benefit us to have more experienced personnel on staff. I may need to upgrade my own security team soon.”
I stand, not elaborating any more than necessary. He nods, and I head out. I just want to get back home. I need to release some tension, and I need some space away from Matteo because things just got a whole lot more complicated.
The drive back was tense. The disconnect between me and Matteo is leaving me feeling uncomfortable. I head straight to my room and change into my swimsuit and head out to the pool.
I toss my towel down onto the seat and dive into the cool water.
I’ve spent hours here. It’s my safe space.
I cut through the water with precise strokes, three in total.
I turn to breathe, a quick gasp, and I plunge my face back under.
My legs kick as my cupped hands cut through the water, pulling my body along.
The rhythm of it calms and soothes me. It removes the tension.
It allows me to focus on just breathing, my body’s muscle memory taking over as I glide through the water. Length after length.
I pull myself faster and faster, kicking until my legs burn, my lungs scream for more air than I allow them. Nearing the end of the pool, I see feet dangling in the water, Vittorio.
I slow my strokes as I pull up short, treading water a few feet away from the end of the pool.
I pant as I try to calm my racing heart, but I can’t tell if it’s from the overexertion or from him, his shirtless body, the muscles that flex under all those tattoos, and my mouth waters.
His smile spreads across his face as he drops into the pool.
His shoulders are just under the water as he walks towards me.
The grey jogging bottoms soak up the water.
He slips his arms around me, and I realise I’ve missed him.
Lifting my legs, I wrap them around his body and sag against him.
I allow him to hold me up, and I rest my head in the crook of his neck.
Wrapping my arms around his neck, I slide my fingers into his hair, scraping my nails into his scalp a little, and he groans against me.
I breathe out and I feel… home. I actually feel safe for the first time in my life.
His hands slide down and cup my ass as he holds me close.
“How do you feel about getting married next week?”
My eyes flick up to his. “Next week?” I gasp out. I’m shocked. But he just grins and crashes his lips to mine. He pulls me closer, and what tension was left seeps out of me. I lose myself in him. This foundation is starting to set; it feels sturdy and safe as I slide my tongue across his.
I grip my hand into the back of his hair, and I slide my other hand down over his bare chest and slip it between us, wrapping my fingers around his thick cock.
It pulses against my grip, and he groans.
“You’re gonna be the death of me. Once I’ve had you for real, there will be no going back.
I can’t wait to thrust my dick inside you so fucking far your insides will rearrange themselves to accommodate me. ”
I gasp and writhe in his arms as I tease his cock back and forth. The water sloshes around us as he licks against my ear, nipping down on it.
“I want to be inside you so fucking bad, Ari. Fuck, I’m not gonna be able to control myself. My dick already knows you’re our home.”
I rub my thumb across his shaft, and he nips down harder, making me gasp out. “Fuck, I want to taste you so fucking bad. I want to feel you come onto my tongue. I want to bury my face so far into your pussy, I can smell you for days.”
He turns in the water and lifts me out, resting me on the side of the pool. His thick fingers slide up the inside of my thighs as he pushes them apart. His gaze meets mine as his thumb slides across the crotch of my bathing suit, and I shudder. I move to climb out, but he chuckles.
“Where do you think you’re going?” His grin is devious as he rubs his thumb over the same spot again before sliding it underneath the fabric, pressing his thick thumb through my soaked lips.
“We can’t, not here,” I gasp. But he kisses against my thigh.
“Worried your boyfriend will see?”
He spits the word boyfriend, but the cocky grin that’s etched across his face makes him look more fucking beautiful.
I can’t help but grin at him. His grip tightens before he buries his face between my legs.
I gasp out, my hand reaching behind me to steady myself, causing my hips to buck up into him as my other hand grabs the back of his head.
I groan as he sucks my clit into his mouth, sliding his teeth over my desperate little nub.
Electricity pulses through it as I thrust up into his face again.
His grip hard against my thigh. He sucks my clit into his mouth, rolls it around his tongue, and I scream out as he nips down against my thigh, diving back onto my pussy, sucking and biting as I grip him tighter, trying to ride him.
I can feel him grinning against me as I lose control and take over, lifting my ass off the side of the pool and grinding against his face. I scream out.
“Vittorio. Fuck, baby. Rio, yes, fuck yes.”
He laughs against me as I tip over the edge, my orgasm screaming through me as I buck and grind myself. My grip in his hair tightens as I slam myself against him. He doesn’t let up though. He sucks and licks. His eyes watch every move I make as I scream out.
My orgasm barrels through me as it echoes around the pool area, ricocheting off the high ceilings.
I shudder out a breath. The stiffness in my body dissipates, and I slink off the side and into the water.
He holds me against his body, his arms wrapped around me as my head rests against his shoulder while I catch my breath.
I’ve never felt an orgasm like that before.
I’ve always used sex transactionally, but it feels different with him.
Every orgasm is a little more intense than the last. My body hangs limp in front of him.
He wraps his arms tighter around me, holding me against him, resting my eyes.
He places gentle kisses against my neck.
I hang there, content at the little nips he gives as he kisses along my throat, but then he reaches that spot.
The one I love, and I move a little against him.
He catches it again, and my arms slide up to his shoulders as my legs lift and wrap around him.
“Right there,” he whispers. He smiles against my neck as he sucks over the spot that makes my insides pulse, and my legs tighten.
The guttural moan that slips from my lips as my head lolls back makes him chuckle against me as he does it again.
I grind myself against him, and he smirks against my neck.
He tugs me off him, and I splash to keep myself up, and I yelp as he turns to the wall.
His muscles ripple as the water slides over them as he braces himself against the side of the pool, lifting himself out.
The weight of the water pulls his bottoms down, so I get a full view of his tight ass.
He grabs hold of them as he straightens up, tightening the cord, then reaching a hand down to me.
I take it, and he pulls me straight out onto the side of the pool.
The second my feet hit, he grabs my waist and heaves me over his shoulder.
I squeal out as I fold over him. My hair flops over my head and down his back as he storms through the house, a pool of water following us.
As we round the stairs, I catch a glimpse of Matteo.
His jaw grits tight enough to break teeth.
His fists clench as we pass, and then Vittorio takes the stairs two at a time.
The slap of his wet feet hitting the steps as the water runs out of his bottoms is the soundtrack to the lust burning through us.
He jogs down the landing and kicks the door open to my room.
He flips me onto the bed, his joggers shoved off and abandoned on the floor, as I wrestle myself out of my costume.
When it reaches my hips, he yanks, tugging it down the rest of the way before rushing me, his hands grip my thighs as he pushes them back, slamming his face straight into my pussy.
I yelp out as my hand grasps into his hair.
This seems to be my new favourite thing, gripping tight as I grind myself against his face.
My resolve lost, left behind somewhere in a wake of lust and need.
He licks his tongue through my lips and whispers into my pussy.
“You’re fucking mine.” He nips at my clit, and my back arches off the bed. “Fuck, you were made to fit my dick. I can see now how perfect you are. How full you’ll be when my cock fills you. You’ll fit me like a fucking glove.”
He pulls back and spits against me. I groan a filthy groan. Fuck. That’s so fucking hot. He slides a finger in, and I buck again as he sucks a lip into his mouth, rolling his thumb around my clit as he pulls back and dives in with his tongue. He rubs his face harder into my pussy.
“Fuck, you smell delicious. You taste even better.” He sucks my clit into his mouth, and I gush against his chin. “Fucking hell. Ari. You’re so fucking wet for me.”
He slides up my body, his dick pushes against my clit as his body crashes into mine.
Our naked flesh becomes one as he kisses me breathless.
The taste of me on his skin mixed with the scent of chlorine makes my head spin.
I grind my hips and feel his cock slide between my lips.
Just a tiny flick of my hips and he’ll be inside me.
I gasp. I’m so fucking close. I lift my ass just enough to feel the head of his cock press against my entrance.
I thrust forward, and the tip slips in the tiniest bit. I gasp as my orgasm is right there.
But the fucker, he pulls his hips back. I glare at him and growl. He leans up and flicks my nipple, biting down on the other one before pulling back and sliding back between my legs. His body rubs against my clit, and I grunt. “Fuck, fuck.” I can’t hold it back.
“Naughty fiancée.” He bites down on my clit, and I gasp.
I grab his hair as I curse and rub his face into my pussy.
I come so fucking hard as I ride him. The sting of the bite crashes into the orgasm as I scream his name while I come on his face.
The smile spreads across his lips as he thrusts his tongue and sucks my clit as I buck and flail against him.
I gasp as I come down. The orgasm ripped through me, and he kisses my pussy. “No dick before marriage. I won’t fuck you until you’re mine and only mine.”
He places a chaste kiss on my inner thigh as he climbs off the bed, leaving me panting and writhing still on my back. He gets to the door, winks at me, grabs his bottoms from the floor, and stalks out of my room naked, slamming the door behind him.
I flop back against the bed and gasp, “What the fuck?”