Total pages in book: 163
Estimated words: 163540 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 818(@200wpm)___ 654(@250wpm)___ 545(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 163540 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 818(@200wpm)___ 654(@250wpm)___ 545(@300wpm)
I kiss him. “As long as I’m with you, I will be.” He inhales deeply into my hair. “Is this where you want to live, though?” I ask.
“Yes.”
“Why? I mean, I can see that it’s beautiful, but don’t you need to be closer to work? We can come here on weekends.”
“We will have an apartment in Milan, too, but I feel closer to my father here. It’s why I love it. This place is good for my soul.”
I smile softly. That’s so sweet.
“This was my father’s favorite place on Earth. He bought my brothers and I here all of our lives. It feels like home. Both of my brothers have holiday houses here, too.”
“Your mother lives here?”
“No, she lives on a large property just out of Milan—the house we grew up in. She doesn’t come here often. She’s more of a city person and prefers Roma. She lives near my grandmother.”
“Oh.” I think for a moment. “When will I get to meet your mother and grandmother?”
He smiles as he lies me down on the bed and moves over me. “When you’re totally in love with me and it’s too late to run.”
I laugh. He bites my neck hard, and I wriggle to break free from his grip. “Do you think your mother is going to like me?”
He nips down my neck before he bites hard. I try to buck him off me, and notice that he doesn’t answer my question.
“Rici,” I prompt him. “What does that mean?”
“It means I like you enough for the two of us. Let me worry about my mother.” He growls against my neck, and I squeal in delight. He pins me to the mattress, his eyes darken. “Open for me, bella.”
I smile up at him, lift my legs and wrap them around his waist. He begins to slide his cock through my open lips as his mouth drops to my neck—softly this time. “What do you have planned for me today, Mr. Ferrara?”
“I’m going to show you around your new home, and then we’ll go sightseeing.” He kisses me again and slides his dick deep inside my body. My head falls back onto the pillow. “And there’ll be a whole lot more of my cock.” He slides out and pushes back in with a hard pump. “How does that sound?”
His possession creates a hot feeling through me, and I put my hands on his behind and push him back in. “Heavenly.”
I sit at the table and smile over at my handsome date.
It’s Saturday night, and I think I have had the best day in history. Rico showed me around the gigantic house. We went for a walk around the expansive gardens of his property, and then this afternoon we came into town and ambled through the shops. We’re now sitting in a seafood restaurant after eating a beautiful dinner. Dessert, and drinking Limoncello cocktails.
“This place is dreamy.” I smile.
“Like you.” Rico’s face is resting on his hand on the table, he gives me the best come fuck me look I’ve ever seen.
“What are the chances of me having sex tonight, Mr. Ferrara?” I lean toward him. I pick up his hand and put his index finger in my mouth to give it a slow, sensual suck.
“I’d say one hundred percent.” I suck his finger again, and his nostrils flare. “Finish your drink.”
I smirk.
“Before I finish you on the table.”
“Maybe I want to be finished on the table.”
His dark eyes hold mine. “You’re a sex manic, Olivia.”
“Takes one to know one.”
The afternoon sun flickers through the branches of the tree overhead. It’s Sunday afternoon, and I’m lying on the daybed next to the pool. I’m wearing a white bikini, and my man is half asleep next to me in board shorts, his beautiful olive skin on display. He’s calm; more relaxed than I’ve ever seen him. We haven’t left the house today. I made us breakfast and then he worked out in the gym on the grounds while I explored the garden some more. I did some washing and we ate lunch. I get why he loves it here. It has a real holiday feel to it, and it’s so far removed from the hustle and bustle of Milan due to the sounds of the water lapping and the birds flying overhead. The wind in the trees and the distant sound of a boat engine on the lake help, too. It’s a sensory cleanse. If peace had a sound, this would be it.
Seeing my man so happy and relaxed makes me appreciate his affinity with this place. The hour to travel to and from work each day is a small price to pay.
I sit up to lean on my elbows as I look out over the lake and catch sight of someone in the boathouse.
Security.
I know they’re always around, but somehow Rico seems to make it all seem normal. Like he said, they keep their distance, so I need to forget that they’re here.