Chapter 6 #3
“I’m coming!” he roars. His orgasm triggers another of my own, and we come together.
I scream through this one, my legs shaking from the impact.
How many orgasms is that now? I’ve lost count.
He collapses on top of me, and we’re both panting, trying to catch our breath. I am drunk off all the sex and orgasms.
“Holy shit, that was amazing!” I tell him, still breathing heavily. He slowly pulls out of me and then shifts his body off mine before lying on the bed next to me.
“You were fucking amazing, babe,” he tells me as he pulls me into his arms, so that I’m lying on his chest with one of his arms wrapped possessively around me.
“You weren’t so bad yourself,” I say, smiling cheekily into his chest, and he just scoffs.
“I’m the best you’ll ever have, babe. And don’t you forget it,” he says, cockily.
For as long as I live, I will never forget this encounter. I will remember it as the night I did something for myself, as the night when this man treated me so well and used my body like I belonged to him.
We lie in companionable silence, wrapped up in one another, and it feels good being in his arms. I wish that I didn’t have to face tomorrow. I wish I could stay with him forever. I wish I truly belonged to this man and no one else. I wish I were marrying him instead of Salvatore.
With him, I feel like it could eventually turn into love since we’re already so sexually compatible, while I could never love Salvatore. After a few minutes of cuddling, our breaths have returned to normal.
“We shouldn’t have done that,” I tell him, while running my finger along his chest, tracing the lines of his tattoos.
He is so fucking handsome and sexy, especially with all this ink on his skin.
I can’t resist touching his defined chest and the work of art that he is.
If he were mine, I’m not ashamed to say that I’d probably spend half my time ogling him and the other half fucking him.
Who am I? When the hell did I become capable of having such dirty thoughts?
“Well, I’m glad that we did. Your very fuckable tight little pussy felt so good on my cock.
If we’re not careful, I might become addicted to it,” he says, a devilish smile on his face.
He’s just saying that. We both know that all we’ll ever have is tonight and only tonight.
He’s not into relationships, and I’m going to be engaged soon.
Plus, there’s that little conflict between his family and mine.
“So romantic,” I deadpan.
“I’m anything but romantic.” He laughs. “So how come I don’t see you around at events?”
“It’s not really my thing,” I say with a sigh, not wanting to tell him that my father hates me and would rather keep me locked away inside, only coming out when he needs me to do something for him. Thankfully, that has only happened on rare occasions.
“Not much of a social butterfly?”
“Nope.”
“You should go out more. It’s not good to be cooped up inside the house all the time.” If he only knew.
“I’m good. I see you are quite the social butterfly, though,” I grumble, thinking about all the women he’s been photographed with.
“Are you jealous, Principessa?” The man keeps calling me princess, and it’s making me swoon a little. I have to constantly remind myself not to let it get to my head. I’m sure he calls everyone he’s sleeping with princess or something along those lines.
I let out a scoff. “Why would I be jealous? I know that tonight is only a one-night, one-time thing. I’m pretty sure as soon as tomorrow hits, you’ll have a new woman on your arm.”
“Hmm.”
“What does hmm mean?”
“Nothing, babe. So, how’s your father?”
“Why do you ask?”
“Just making conversation. I know he’s prone to wreaking havoc wherever he goes.”
“Well, same old, same old, I guess. How are your parents?”
“They’re going on and on about wanting me to find a wife and give them heirs, too. It’s annoying as fuck,” he grumbles.
“Tell me about it! At least we have that in common.” I giggle.
“Yeah. I hope it works out for you.”
“I hope it does for you, too. Though I kind of get the feeling you don’t let anyone tell you what to do.”
“Damn straight. They’ll get grandkids when I’m good and ready and not a moment before.”
“I know we’re supposed to hate each other and all, but do you know why?
Or what happened to make our families supposed enemies?
” I ask, wondering if he knows. I’ve always been curious about that.
I should be scared, now that he got to have his fun with me—well, technically, we both had fun.
He could still kill me, though, for being here and also for snooping in his basement.
I’m not worried, but then again, if he decided to kill me, maybe that would be a mercy. I wouldn’t have to deal with or even think about marrying Salvatore anymore.
“You don’t know the story?” he asks.
“No,” I admit.
“Right. Well, according to the story I’ve heard, your dad was apparently in love with my mother when they were younger.
They were even married for about six months.
She didn’t love him and only did it to please her parents, since they were the ones who forced and set up the match in the first place.
Then my mom left your dad for mine because your dad was an abusive asshole.
She had always been in love with him. That’s what caused the rift, so they say.
Or, actually, the rift might have more to do with the fact that your dad killed my mom’s parents as revenge after she left him and chose the man she really loved.
He’s hated us ever since,” he tells me. Wow! I never knew any of that.
“Whoa! I never knew that, but then again, I can totally see that happening because my dad is an asshole.”
“He totally is,” he says, then leans down to kiss me. “Now, how about we forget about the past and focus on the present, where you let me devour you all over again?”
“Mmm, yes. That sounds like a much better use of my time,” I say, and we go another two rounds before we’ve satiated our lust for each other’s bodies. We’re both exhausted and fully satisfied by the time we’re finished, and I somehow accidentally fall asleep in his arms.