Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 101247 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 506(@200wpm)___ 405(@250wpm)___ 337(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 101247 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 506(@200wpm)___ 405(@250wpm)___ 337(@300wpm)
But the orgasm fades away completely, and a part of me starts hating that I have reacted this way to him. I tell myself I couldn’t help it. No one could. Not in the face of that level of skill and technique.
But I hate it even more when I see how unaffected he is as he presses practiced, soft, feathery kisses to the insides of my thighs, then effortlessly hauls himself out of the pool. Without another word or even a backward glance, he strides purposefully away from me.
I look at the wet footprints he has left on the tiles with confusion.
I should be angry with myself. I am supposed to be in love with Thomas. I am supposed to keep my body preserved for him. But here I am, a dazed, shivering mess by the pool still barely coherent from what a man I claim to detest has just done to me. My clit still throbs from what Valentino’s tongue has done to it, and my body still stirs with a strange dissatisfaction. He didn’t finish the job. He didn’t fill me with his hard cock.
An image of Thomas and I sitting at the college cafeteria laughing comes into my mind.
Yes, I have betrayed him, but he came to my wedding and watched me marry another man. He cannot expect me not to share a bed with my husband. I tell myself what Thomas and I have is far more than just animal lust. Our relationship is based on mutual respect and admiration. One day, I will be free again and I will marry him then.
For now, I cannot bring myself to regret what has happened or hate Valentino for it. Something tells me that if he returns right now to take me completely, I will not stop him.
Chapter Thirteen
VALENTINO
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xggRxWXdTng
-I won’t back down-
“Fucking hell.”
I step underneath the cold shower, my cock throbbing painfully like there’s a bundle of live wire wrapped around it. I put my hands on the sleek walls and bow my head, struggling to regain my composure and senses. But the ache in my cock won’t let me think. I wrap my fingers around it, pulling and tugging until the ache bursts into pleasure and a tortured groan falls from my lips.
The image of Francesca sprawled on the pool teases my senses again, and the pain rushes back to my cock. My hands won’t do. I need her. Badly. More than I’ve ever needed anyone in my entire fucking life. I should be buried inside her right now. After her orgasm, if I’d plunged into her sex she would not have complained.
As desperately as I want to, I know it isn’t the right time. Tonight, she was ready to taunt me, but that wasn’t enough. Not by a long shot. I want her begging for it. Right now, she's thawing, and that is all that matters. Slowly, I will tame her. I have time. I hit the pressure switch, causing the water to rain harder on me until the droplets are like little knocks on my head and body.
But the vision of Francesca in that fucking bikini will never leave my brain, no matter how hard I try. I don’t even want to try. Hell, I want to go back in time and capture her in that moment when she dropped the towel and stood there like an earth Goddess. I’d hang the life-size frame on every wall of my room to see it whenever and wherever I turned.
Then I’d have to lock my room away so no one else would see because, on my mother’s grave, I would pluck out the eyes of anyone who saw Francesca like that. In that tiny bikini that barely covered anything, she was senseless to have worn it out to swim! If anyone had seen her, she would have been responsible for their deaths.
The angry, jealous thought makes the blood leave my dick, and I lose my erection. I finish my shower quickly and wrap a towel around my hips before returning to my room. I hear noises on the other side of the wall and hurry to it, pressing my ear to the adjoining door. I deliberately put Francesca on the other side to punish myself.
A wall and an adjoining door separate this palatial room. I don’t know if Francesca has figured this out yet, but if I walk through this door, I’ll be in her room. From what I can hear, she had just walked in. It’s been half an hour, at least; I wonder what she had been doing in the pool since I left.
Did she continue swimming?
Or did she lay there until she could walk again?
When I feel my cock start to rise again, I push myself away from the wall, restless and frustrated.
Am I forgetting who I am?