Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 34406 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 172(@200wpm)___ 138(@250wpm)___ 115(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34406 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 172(@200wpm)___ 138(@250wpm)___ 115(@300wpm)
He nudged her shoulder and made her move so her pussy was over his face. Then he started to lick and suck at her cunt. He didn’t care that he’d come inside her moments before. He wanted her pussy because he was fucking addicted to this woman.
There was nothing he didn’t want to do to her.
****
Valentina turned her back, trying to assess the damage the bikini had on her.
Giovanni had pulled it out and laid it across the bed for her to wear. They had entered their final day on the island, and he wanted to spend it with her, not training.
She’d passed her training, but he promised her more would be coming when they got back home.
She didn’t mind learning to fight. To protect and defend herself. If she’d had any skills at all, she wouldn’t be standing here, looking in the mirror now, terrified to go downstairs to her husband.
The scars, to her, stood out today. She was always aware of them and couldn’t get away from them. But it was different today.
She wrinkled her nose, then moved toward the closet and grabbed a small robe to place over her shoulders. Valentina didn’t understand why she was so bothered today. There was no reason to be.
With the robe in place, she took the stairs and made her way outside to where Giovanni was already in the pool.
He was a sight to behold.
She had gotten lucky, she knew that.
He’d picked her. The very idea of it was still so unreal to her.
Giovanni broke the surface and rubbed a hand over his face, pushing his hair back, not that it was long. He spotted her within seconds, and the smile on his face dropped. “I didn’t tell you to wear that.”
“I know, but in case I catch the sun, you know.” She shrugged.
He climbed out of the pool and moved toward her.
There was no fear, but he fingered one edge of the robe. “Take it off.”
“Giovanni?”
“Take it off.”
“You know, you can’t boss me around.” She put her hands on her hips, trying to be … firm.
He tutted, and within seconds, he had the robe off her body, not that she put up much of a fight. She expected that to be the end of it, but it wasn’t.
He placed his hand on the center of her back, and she tensed up. “We’re past this.”
“I … I…” She had no words.
“You have nothing to be ashamed of. You’re never to hide your body from me.”
“I … hate them. I feel like I can’t— They’re always there.”
“And they will always be there.”
She spun in his arms. “But you have scars.” She touched his arm, sliding her finger down the ridge edge of the one he got her to feel. “Can I … would it be possible?”
“You want some ink?” he asked.
Valentina nodded. “I know I’m not allowed to mark my body.”
“Stay here,” he said.
She watched as he made his way inside his home, and she had no idea what he was doing.
Hands clasped together, she felt the sun beating down on her back, and she just felt so … vulnerable.
The scars weren’t a big deal. She was alive. Her mother had wanted her to have them removed, but she didn’t want to.
Giovanni returned with a package in his hand, and she frowned as he came toward her.
“Lie face-down on the lounger,” he said.
She wanted to ask why but decided against it, and she just did as he asked. So far, everything he’d made her try, she’d enjoyed, so she didn’t know why this would be any different.
Lying, face-down on the lounger, she waited for him. He moved to sit beside her, and she didn’t know what was happening. Something touched the skin of her back, and she jerked.
“Stay still.”
She tried to hold herself still, but he kept on changing. Something would press into her back, and then it would be gone.
Valentina didn’t know how long they sat there, but he finished. “Follow me,” he said, helping her to her feet.
They didn’t go far, only to the main hall where there was a mirror.
He turned her so her back faced the mirror, and then he held up another one, which she hadn’t seen him grab. Giovanni lifted it and showed her her back.
She gasped.
He’d drawn a tree coming from the base of her back, and it also had coiled roses. The artwork was so mystical.
“Is this real?” she asked.
“No, it’s not, but it will wash away after a few showers.”
“But I love it.” She tucked her hair behind her ear. “Why?”
“Getting ink is permanent, Valentina. I don’t want you to make this decision lightly, and this is your choice. No one else’s.”
“You’re saying that you have no problem with me getting a tattoo?” she asked.
“It’s your body.”
“I belong to you now.”
“True, but I want you to be happy. If this makes you happy, then I have no problem with it. You’re beautiful to me, Valentina. I don’t need ink for that.”