Sofia
By the time we all crash in one of the guest rooms, in a giant king-size bed that more than fits the three of us, we’re buzzed on daiquiris and wine, full of cupcakes, and thoroughly exhausted. After a little while, the conversation had strayed away from my fraught relationship with Luca and turned back to Caterina’s wedding—and more often, her upcoming wedding night. Ana had plenty of tips to share, and by the time we’d finished off two bottles of wine, we were all laughing more and more with every outlandish story she shared about her exploits with the men she’d dated.
It was nice to see Caterina laugh. The night had accomplished exactly what I’d hoped for—to take her mind off of her grief and give her a chance to cut loose and enjoy something about the wedding that had been so dramatically moved up. It also allowed us to take her mind off what Franco was probably doing at his own bachelor party. Luca hadn’t told me where they were going, exactly, only that it was out of the country and that they were taking the private jet.
She’d mentioned it just once before we’d quickly changed the subject, but I’d seen the look in her eyes. She might say that she didn’t love him, that she’d accepted the way he and all of these other men are, I could tell that the idea of Franco partying with a bunch of other women, probably fucking them and doing god knows what in some other country bothered her.
Luca’s probably doing the same thing.I’d managed to avoid thinking about it for most of the night, but now lying in a wine-and-frosting induced stupor on the far left side of the bed, suddenly images of Luca in some faraway place with gorgeous women hanging off of him fills my head. I try to push them away, but all I can think about once the first image enters my head is Luca feeling up some supermodel, Luca bending her over a bed, Luca naked and tangled up in sheets with three or four women at once. I remember the way he’d taunted me with that exact image a few weeks ago—what feels like a million years ago now—and the thought gives me a sick feeling deep in my stomach.
I can’t expect him to be celibate if I don’t want him. If I keep refusing to sleep with him. But—the idea of him teasing some other woman the way he did me, of him kissing someone else with the same passion, makes me want to burst into tears. It’s not even just jealousy anymore; it’s a deep, aching feeling of sadness, almost as if—
Almost as if I’m starting to fall for him.
I squeeze my eyes shut, trying not to think about it. If I think about something else, I’ll manage to fall asleep. I try to focus on the sound of the city outside, faintly coming through the window, or Gio and Raoul’s footsteps down the hall as they make their rounds in the penthouse. True to what Caterina had said, they’d done a remarkable job of blending in all night. I’d hardly even noticed they were there after a while, but I do feel safer.
Luca has gone to such lengths to keep me safe. Is it really just because he’s trying to keep a promise that was made for him? Simply because of his own ego and need to protect what’s “his?” Or is there something deeper to it, the way Ana and Caterina seem to think that there might be?
Part of me wants to believe that. But what if I’m wrong? What if I let myself start to fall—and he breaks my heart?
He’s still in my thoughts when I fall asleep. And I can’t shake him, even in my dreams.
I’m in his bed again, naked under the black sheets, and I can feel the warmth of his body behind mine as he slides towards me, his fingers trailing over my throat as he pushes my hair out of my face. His lips run over my jaw, down the back of my neck, and the brush of them against my nape makes me shiver. He slides his hand over my hip, down between my legs so that his fingers brush over the crease of my pussy, and I shudder, arching up into his hand.
“Have you been a good girl?” he whispers. “Have you been touching my pussy without my permission?”
“No,” I whimper, arching my back so that my ass is pressing against him, and I can feel that he’s naked too, his thick cock hard and pulsing against me as the head brushes against the small of my back.
“You must need to comesobadly then,” he whispers into my ear. His fingers slip between my folds as he murmurs the words. I shiver at the groan that he makes when he feels how hot and wet I am, already drenched from the feeling of his muscular body against mine. “Do you need it, Sofia? Do you need me to make you come?”
“Please,” I whisper it in a small voice as I squirm against him, and I feel him reach between us, guiding his cock so that the swollen head presses against my entrance. I’m so tight that even as wet as I am, it’s an effort for him to push it inside, but it feels so good when he does. My skin feels electric with sensation as he thrusts into me an inch at a time, his fingers toying with my clit as he pushes deeper.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” he groans, his hips thrusting up against me as the last inches of his cock slide into me. I can already feel the orgasm building as he starts to move, grinding against my ass and matching the rhythm with his fingers as he rubs my clit. “I’m going to come too if your pussy keeps squeezing me like that.”
I clench around him just at the words, my head thrown back against his shoulder, my body moving with his as I lose myself in the pleasure of it. I can’t remember why I ever said I didn’t want this, why I ever tried to fight him. He feels so good, like he was made for me, his cock filling me as he teases me to the edge of an orgasm, and I don’t know how I ever pretended that this wasn’t something I—
A noise at the foot of the bed makes my eyes fly open, and to my horror, I see a gorgeous blonde woman in an evening gown standing there. She has on sparkling diamond earrings that glitter in the light as she watches us, and she smiles at me as if she knows a secret she’s not telling.
“Doesn’t it feel good?” she coos. “His cock is still the best one I’ve ever had. I still dream about it sometimes.”
“I loved sucking it,” the brunette who appears next to her out of nowhere says. “Have you sucked his cock yet? You’ll have to if you don’t want him to cheat on you.”
“He loves girls who swallow.”
“He fucked us both at once.”
“Will you let him do it in the ass? If you don’t, he’ll find someone who will.”
“He ate my pussy all night long.”
Woman after woman appears around the bed, surrounding us, their voices joining together in a chorus as they describe the dirty things that they did to Luca, that he did with them. They’re so loud that I want to clamp my hands over my ears, my orgasm was long gone, but Luca keeps thrusting as if he doesn’t see or hear them, groaning in my ear with each stroke.
“He’s so close. I can see him tensing up.”
“He never came in me. I think he knew I would’ve tried to get pregnant.”
“He always came on my face.”
“I loved the taste of it.”