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“Definitely okay,” Valentina agreed.
“Cool,” he replied, tentatively smiling once again. “When can I see you?”
“As soon as you would like.”
“What about tomorrow? Midday lunch?”
“That sounds fine to me,” Valentina agreed.
He hadn’t had enough of her. Massimo thought about that as soon as he left his room. He thought about that upon his return. Massimo lay next to Isotta while she lay there quietly. He wasn’t sure whether she was asleep or not. That didn’t much matter to Massimo. He could care less about Isotta’s feelings, just how she felt to him, to his girth. He lay close to her but did not touch her. That might have seemed affectionate, and that was not Massimo’s intention to show affection in any kind of way. Impregnation against all odds and an heir apparent was his focus. That he could exercise some frustrations along the way was just a benefit.
Isotta was still quiet. Massimo started to feel himself growing from just the thought of being inside her once again. Even though he consciously shut out all thoughts of what Alessandro had done to her, Massimo found himself ruminating over the power he must have felt as he took what he wanted from Isotta with no concern for how she felt or how she screamed.
Past imagination, Massimo needed to feel that feeling again. He paid closer attention to her. Isotta’s back was to him, and he could see that she had a pajama gown on. Massimo had on boxers and a T-shirt, nothing that would be too difficult for him to maneuver around. And then he started to maneuver, to put Isotta where he needed her to be so that he could be fulfilled. He reached under the covers and exposed her. Pulling up her gown, Massimo found her ass and the thin veil of fabric that covered it. He pushed aside what he wore as he tore what she wore from her. He thought he might wake her, that she may even startle, but Massimo didn’t care. His thickness started to grow and swell the closer he lay to her. There was something sweet about being so close to Isotta. Massimo pushed the thought of being sweet as far away as he could.
Grabbing her ass and lifting it, holding it firm, Massimo pushed his semi-erect penis into her womanhood. Just the warmth he felt from being inside her made his member swell even more. Isotta squirmed, and Massimo held her in place by her shoulder. As his manhood grew and Massimo felt its swell, he positioned Isotta up on her knees, pulling her in place for maximum penetration. She looked back over her shoulder. There was concern on her face and discomfort on her lips, but she remained silent. He pumped hard, fast, and firm. Massimo lost himself in what he determined to be his mission. He willed every fuck to be intentional, painful, and purposeful. Massimo got so caught up in what he was doing and his desire for personal pleasure that he lost all sight of who his partner was. He only became concerned with her purpose. One of Massimo’s hands slid around Isotta’s neck, and he squeezed, choking her. Once again, she didn’t yell. She couldn’t. Massimo choked her voice from her throat. His hand gained color, turning red from the energy exerted as he boned her deeply. Isotta’s eyes widened from the lack of air. It got to be so bad with her coming so close to losing consciousness that she had to slap at and then pull at his hand so he would let her go. Massimo had already begun to bare his teeth. He got so caught up in the moment, yet when he felt Isotta trying to get his attention, he finally paid attention, releasing her.
But he didn’t stop screwing her. He became more intent on delivering controlling pain that way, grabbing her by her butt cheeks and spreading her wide enough to shorten the space of penetration for himself. He heard Isotta gritting her teeth and then panting in rhythm with what he was doing to her. That fueled Massimo on even further, causing his gism to press and then rise. He grabbed her hard, grinding her form into it. Massimo didn’t want Isotta to miss one little ounce of what he had to offer. He filled her up. Isotta exhaled, thinking his brutality was over, but Massimo had a different idea, purely for punishment and his own pleasure. He pulled himself from her unwelcoming folds and then reasserted himself in the hole that lay above.
Isotta held back the scream of pain burgeoning on her lips as a tear slipped from her eyes. Massimo contained the scream, clamping his hand over her mouth and pushing inside her secondary sanctum with reckless abandon and intention. More tears spilled from Isotta’s eyes. She felt it was the ultimate violation, and Massimo didn’t seem to care. She fell further down onto the bed when the sense of what was actually happening and the egregiousness with which he handled her manifested completely in Isotta’s mind. She felt broken in two. She disconnected from what Massimo continued to do to her until he was done. As before, when he finished, Massimo summarily dismissed her like a harlot he found on the street that he paid for service. Massimo just didn’t leave a tip.
Isotta fell down on the bed after hearing the bedroom door, ensuring that he was gone. The tears she had cried dried on her face, but the sorrowful and hurtful feelings she had remained. She just didn’t think she could find herself in such a bad place again. It was as if she completely discounted what Valentina had tried to tell her, buying into her familial position as though the women who tried to convince her were somehow right. But they didn’t like their lives either. They weren’t pleased, and Isotta knew they had suffered in their own way for years. Why would they want that for her even when they couldn’t abide it for themselves?
Chapter Twenty-six
Valentina felt more nervous than she originally thought she would when meeting with Giuseppe. Sure, it would be good to see him again, but her ultimate plan is what she was unnerved about. A part of her felt like Giuseppe would be understanding, but there was also a small part of her that felt like he would buy into tradition and completely dismiss what she had to say, especially since they were not betrothed. Being unmarried was outside of tradition. Being outside of marriage was not the way to better either family. It was for naught. It was based on a principle Constanza said was not to be seriously considered when marrying someone.
But marriage and mundane tradition were not what Valentina intended to propose. She intended to posit an arrangement that would benefit them both, one that Giuseppe could see and would want to as plainly as she saw it. Valentina entered the restaurant they agreed to meet at. A smile eased across her lips when she saw him. As she drew closer, she recognized that Giuseppe had aged some, but he seemed to be just like fine wine, getting better with time. Giuseppe watched Valentina as she moved closer to where he stood. He couldn’t help appreciating the curve of her hips, the swell of her breasts, but more than that, Giuseppe appreciated her mind. He’d always found it interesting before, even though he had not had a chance to explore it fully. He hoped that this time around, he would be able to experience more than he’d taken the opportunity before.
By the time they were seated at their table, both Valentina and Giuseppe were prepared to converse. They only doddled in formalities and got back reacquainted for just a short time.
“I didn’t have pure ulterior motives when I reached out to you today,” Valentina admitted.
“Ulterior motives? What kind of ulterior motives could you have had for me?” Giuseppe asked, intrigued by her comment, hoping she didn’t get the wrong impression from their previous encounter, but okay if she did.
“Well, don’t get me wrong. I wanted to see you, but that’s not all I wanted.”
“What did you want? Giuseppe asked, intrigued by what Valentina said.
“What I wanted was to have a real conversation about our plights in life,” Valentina confessed.
“Our plights,” Giuseppe repeated, taking a moment to appreciate just how beautiful Valentina was. “What about them?”
“Well, I don’t know how you feel in your family, but I feel like the forgotten child in mine. When I stood up to my family and disavowed the arranged marriage, they didn’t know what to do with me other than put me in exile,” Valentina said.
“Our stories are different, but the impact is still the same.”
“What do you mean?” Valentina asked.
“I am the second-born son, never to be first,” Giuseppe replied. “Unless something catastrophic happens with my older brother, I will always be second. Sure, my parents will follow tradition and get me married off to some family beneficial to our family with no concern for how my prospective bride feels.”
“Then you understand how I feel, the difficult positions we’ve been put in,” Valentina offered.
“Yes, I’ve thought about it a lot,” Giuseppe replied, “but I’ve also thought about whether there was anything I could do to impact the order of how things are supposed to play out.”
Valentina smiled, making eye contact with Giuseppe to see if they were really on the same page.
“So, you understand?”
