Total pages in book: 55
Estimated words: 51166 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 256(@200wpm)___ 205(@250wpm)___ 171(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 51166 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 256(@200wpm)___ 205(@250wpm)___ 171(@300wpm)
“Oh god, oh Fiero! Oh god, I’m coming.”
He bites down on my nipple and slides a hand under my hips, changing the angle, and making me –
“Ohgodohgod, Fiero!”
He keeps me riding my high for long moments, then gently lays kisses on my brow as I finally come back to myself.
“Molto bellissima.”
He’s slowed his pace to allow me to recover, but I squeeze my inner muscles around his cock, urging him to resume. His lips trail across my cheek and back to my mouth as he picks up his pace. He kisses me as he fucks me, slowly at first, and then with a passion turned to desperation.
When he nears his release, he holds my gaze. His soulful brown eyes stare into mine until he loses control and has to squeeze his eyes shut, overcome.
I blink quickly to hold back my tears. I can’t call this fucking. This was something much more, something I’m not prepared to handle.
Stunning
As promised, it’s late and long after dark when Matteo, Fiero, and I arrive at their family’s restaurant, which is just a few miles from their home. Seated on a stool inside the entry, Nonna Sofia greets us with smiles and tells us there’s a table reserved for us outside.
With wooden beams, exposed brick, and warm white walls, the restaurant is low-key and welcoming, and feels like an extension of the Bestia’s home. There’s seating indoors and out, with several long tables to seat families and groups. It’s crowded with what looks to be both locals and tourists. People laugh and talk, and no one is in a hurry.
I love that about the culture here. It’s the perfect place to take a break from the demands of my senior year, because I’m feeling so much more relaxed here myself, even after only being here a short time.
Several people wave and call out to Matteo and Fiero as we cross the dining room. The small-town atmosphere reminds me of my home town, but it’s different here. Maybe it’s because I hardly know anyone, but I feel freer, without the weight of anyone’s expectations. I could reinvent myself here, and no one would care.
Who would I become, if I could be anyone? It’s a tantalizing question.
I want to be the kind of woman who could have a future with the men I’m here with tonight – both of them. What if the life I’ve always envisioned for myself isn’t the only possibility?
The restaurant’s terrace overlooks the sea, where moonlight illuminates the incoming waves. Shortly after we sit, Signora Bestia arrives to deliver a bottle of wine.
“How are you, Daniela?”
“Very well. Thank you.”
“I hope you are hungry?”
After I assure her that I am, she speaks a little with her sons before being summoned by another table.
Matteo pours wine for each of us and I take a sip. “This is delicious. Is it your family’s?”
“Yes.” He shows me the label, which has the name Bestia in all capital letters above an illustration of a three-headed beast.
Seeing me smile, Fiero says, “I drew that.”
My smile grows, and then I have to bite my lip because it reminds me of “two-headed beast,” a euphemism for sex. I vow to somehow get a label to take home as a keepsake.
We don’t receive menus; instead, a server arrives with a platter of cured meats and fried vegetables. I remind myself that this is probably only the beginning of what may be another multi-course feast, so I pace myself, eating slowly while I sip my wine.
I catch sight of Giovanni once or twice, looking stunningly handsome, a white button-down shirt open at the neck and contrasting beautifully with his olive skin. He appears to be in his element, talking with guests, charming both young and old, and always with a smile on his face.
Eventually, he makes his way to our table and settles into the empty seat. Immediately, I start to get the same sensation I had before in the kitchen, like I’m getting drunk on their presence, on the combined effect of all of their delicious masculinity.
It makes me want to behave in scandalous ways. I imagine myself going around the table, giving each of them a lap dance in turn, and letting things unfold from there. I’m shocked by my own thoughts, but the need inside me is so deep, like a cavern of endless hunger.
“What do you think, Dani?”
Uh oh. Lost in my dirty thoughts, apparently I missed the conversation. All three Bestia brothers are looking at me. “Hmm?”
“Fiero suggested we go dancing tonight. Are you up for it?”
Thinking about these men moving their bodies on a dance floor does nothing to dampen my lusty imagination, and a smile curves my lips. “Sure. That sounds good.”
I glance at Giovanni, and I don’t think I’m imagining the way he’s looking at me. I’m not the only one having naughty thoughts.