Total pages in book: 139
Estimated words: 142640 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 713(@200wpm)___ 571(@250wpm)___ 475(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 142640 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 713(@200wpm)___ 571(@250wpm)___ 475(@300wpm)
The meal was delicious and the laughter on tap.
We’ve had the best night and drunk way too many bottles of wine.
Giuliano’s eyes have been undressing me all night. Every time he licks his lips and I catch sight of his tongue, I feel it between my legs. He’s a bad man with bad things on his mind. My things.
Anna and Carlo are deep in conversation mode and hardly notice that we are here.
Giuliano’s eyes hold mine and he taps his phone as it sits on the table.
Huh? I frown.
He taps it again and widens his eyes.
Oh….
I take my phone out of my purse and put it on my lap. It beeps a text.
Go the bathroom
Don’t lock the door.
My eyes flick up and he raises an eyebrow.
What?
He picks up his phone as he answers a call. “Hey.” He pulls his phone down from his ear. “I’ve got to take this, it’s an important call. Back in a moment.” He disappears downstairs to the bar area.
I watch him move out of sight and my eyes flick over to Anna and Carlo, they are flirting away, completely distracted.
What…now?
Does he want me to go to the bathroom now…but he’s on the phone?
Umm, I think for a moment. Oh, screw it, why not?
“I’m going to the bathroom,” I say as I push my chair out.
“Okay,” Anna replies, her eyes are fixed on her date.
I walk down the long corridor and I look left and then right and slink into the bathroom. I automatically go to lock the door and then I stop myself and unlock it.
I turn to the mirror and fluff up my hair, I have no idea why I can’t lock the….
The door opens, interrupting my thoughts, and Giuliano walks in and flicks the lock.
My heart races at his close proximity. “Hi.”
He grabs my face and licks my open lips. “Sai cosa succede alle ragazze cattive che si prendono gioco me durante la cena,” (Translation: You know what happens to bad girls who prick tease me during dinner.) he whispers darkly. He licks my open lips again and my insides flutter. “What?” I breathe.
His grip on my face is near painful. “Sono punite.” (Translation: They get punished.) He bites my bottom lip and I wince at his domination as a wave of arousal floods me below.
Oh…this man.
He turns me away from him aggressively so that I face the mirror, my back to his front and his lips go to my neck, his eyes close as he licks me there, he’s totally lost in the moment and I can feel his huge erection as it digs into my back.
I watch us in the mirror, having a man like him want me with such a passion is out of this world.
With his lips seductively sucking on my neck, his eyes locked on mine, he slides my dress up over my hips. His lips drop to the clavicle in my neck and his fingers pull my G-string panties to the side, his fingers slide through the lips of my sex. “Come sta la mia dolce fica?” (Translation: How’s my sweet pussy?) His eyes flicker with arousal as he feels me, his fingers slide through my arousal. “Fradicia.” (Translation: Dripping wet.) He bites me hard and goose bumps scatter all over.
I can hear people walking up and down the corridor just outside. Oh my God, is someone waiting to use this bathroom?
This is wrong.
My heart is hammering as I watch him, waiting for his next move.
He grabs the back of my neck and pushes my head down, presenting my ass just for him.
I hear his suit pants zipper go down and then I feel the tip of his cock nudge my opening as he pulls my panties to the side.
I feel a sharp snap and then I see my torn panties fall to the floor.
Oh hell.
Guess they were in his way.
He puts his two hands on my shoulders for leverage and without warning, slides deeply into my body. He lets out a deep guttural moan.
“Fuck yeah,” he hisses.
My mouth falls open at his ownership…oh…the stretch. No matter how many times we have sex, I’ll never get used to his size. Not that I’m complaining.
Then he’s riding me hard, so hard. His hands on my shoulders slamming my body back onto his with such force I can hardly catch my breath.
His soft moans are driving me wild and the handle on the door sounds as someone tries to come in.
He keeps pumping me, no fucks to give about anyone else.
The sound of our skin slapping hard echoes around us off the tiles, magnifying everything. But there’s no stopping him, he’s focused on feeding his body what it needs.
“Torna dopo,” (Translation: Come back later.) he growls without missing a beat, he lifts one of my legs and I shudder hard.