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Isotta looked up from her book and set her eyes on Massimo. “I don’t think I’m pregnant. I don’t feel any different.”
“Well, I want to know. We won’t take a home pregnancy test. To be sure, we will make an appointment with the doctor to see.”
Massimo left the room. Isotta realized what he insisted on and started to feel a certain way. She hadn’t really considered the possibility of getting pregnant because she didn’t think she could. Isotta took what the doctor said at more than face value and believed her. But what if, by some miracle, she was pregnant? What would that mean for her now? To be pregnant would seal her fate to this family and to Massimo. Where she may have considered leaving before, seeking her own freedom, she would not be able to do that because there was another person she’d have to consider. She would be looking for a fight, separating Massimo from his offspring.
Isotta knew that would be a fight that she wouldn’t win from either side of the family.
She had a lot to consider. Massimo wanted to ensure she had a lot to consider.
Chapter Twenty-seven
They spent time together, Giuseppe and Valentina, getting to know each other better and coming to terms with their plan. They laughed and talked seriously at times, and they got to know each other, drawing closer and closer. Giuseppe started to see more than just the physical part of Valentina. He started to know her thought processes, her quirks, the things that made her angry, and the things that made her sad. He really got a sense of how hurt she was when her parents left her alone in the world, as well as how she questioned their desire to bring her home. Valentina also got to know Giuseppe a little better. She really wanted to know what his motivation was to change his familial positioning. He seemed highly motivated, but she wanted to trust that he had the wherewithal to pull it off without regrets.
Valentina had regrets. She had a lot of them. Valentina wished she had really said everything she wanted to say to Constanza and Celestina. She wished they had taken the chance to sit down as women and talk for real about everything she thought and felt. She wanted to tell the women in her family how much she hated the idea of being married off to fulfill some business arrangement. Valentina wanted to be able to share her thoughts and feelings with the women, not nervousness because that was expected, but anger because she had not truly been considered but moved like chattel.
Chattel.
Property.
Valentina wanted the women to tell them about their own experiences and their own regrets about allowing themselves to be traded. She thought they could bond over that moment and connect in a real way. Maybe they would cry or try to minimize, but she hoped they would feel. And then, after a while, they would get angry, too. Valentina had hoped they would understand and feel enough to take her side against tradition and chattel slavery. She wanted them to feel bad for what they endured and for what they put her through.
But Valentina didn’t get that. There was no wake-up call, no day of reckoning, no come to Jesus, Hail Mary full of Grace for Constanza and Celestina. Valentina was perturbed all over again. She felt a burning in her gut because of how they had wronged her and how she still hadn’t seen any signs of regret or repentance on their part.
And then she felt something else.
Valentina was snatched from her trek down memory lane as she felt Giuseppe’s hand fondling her breast, twirling her dark nipple between his thumb and forefinger.
“Sss…Ahh…”
Valentina whimpered as the mix of pleasure and pain sent titillating pulsations down her spine.
“Ahhhh.”
Valentina couldn’t help it. The verbal utterances, absent of real words, spilled from her lips as Giuseppe devoured her breast, suckling hungrily as though he’d never been fed, first one and then the other. When Giuseppe pushed Valentina’s breasts together and took both pert nipples into his mouth, licking and then gently biting each one, an arch formed in Valentina’s back as the quickening between her thighs ached and the first wetness from her pussy manifested. Not being able to take it anymore, Valentina clawed at Giuseppe’s shirt, trying to stave off his exploration. But Giuseppe wasn’t done. Gently, he released the hold he had on Valentina and leaned her back onto the couch.
“But, Giuseppe,” Valentina protested.
“Shh.”
His finger went to his lips, and he quieted her. Giuseppe lifted himself from the couch. Valentina looked up, feeling the absence of his warmth. At first, he thought to chastise her, moving after his placement of her. But the look on Valentina’s face when she saw his intention made Giuseppe smile. Easing down her pants and then her lace panties, Giuseppe stood there momentarily, appreciating the womanhood that lay before him. His eyes traced every luscious curve of hers, and his manhood throbbed with desire. Giuseppe couldn’t wait any longer. His eyes remained fixed on her loveliness as he removed his clothes, casting them haphazardly on the floor. He moved between Valentina’s thick thighs, lifting one leg to rest on the back of the couch. Her heart started to beat harder and faster, anticipating that first touch.
The smell of her scintillating perfume filled Giuseppe’s nostrils as he languished between her thighs. When he felt Valentina tremble, a sly smile crossed his lips. Instead of touching her as expected, Giuseppe pursed his lips and blew. The sensation of warm air on Valentina’s inner thighs and then her womanhood caused the arch that had once been in her back to return so significantly that the only thing that remained resting on the couch was her head and the parts of her body that Giuseppe held captive. Before Valentina had time to adjust to what she felt, Giuseppe offered a new sensation with the tip of his tongue. Valentina squealed as her jewel thumped with desire. It was like torture, the best possible kind. Unable and unwilling to stop Giuseppe’s seductive onslaught, Valentina covered her face with her forearm, still willing to endure. But she was not alone. Giuseppe was hard-pressed to ignore the swell of his hardening shaft. When he finally tasted the sweetness that awaited him, Giuseppe couldn’t get enough. Inhaling deeply, the scent of her, the taste of her, the feel of her overwhelmed him.
Ravenous…
That’s the only way to describe it. Giuseppe tried to be sexy and seductive, but finally having the chance to enjoy what he dreamed brought out his true animal nature: the base animal instinct to devour. His lips played in her folds, and his tongue pressed against Valentina’s G-spot. When he groaned inside her, the flow of hot, sweet nectar cascaded from her, and he took in every drop.
“Giuseppe, please,” Valentina cried. She felt things, things she’d never felt before. No man had ever moved Valentina past the physical into the supernatural. It was crazy trying to wrap her mind around what being with Giuseppe in this way was like. She couldn’t imagine the depth of her emotions growing. Valentina was already a cup running over.
But how do you express the truest feeling of love you have ever experienced? How do you put that into words? Valentina couldn’t. Hot tears pressed against her eyes, and she let them fall. She couldn’t help it.
And at that moment, when Giuseppe entered the inner sanctum, easing his thickness into her welcoming vessel, they connected transcendentally. Giuseppe entered into her cave. The warmth that enveloped him almost took his breath away. He lifted Valentina’s arm from her face. He needed to see her, the woman he longed after. Their eyes met, and he saw Valentina’s tear-stained cheeks. Lovingly, Giuseppe kissed each of her cheeks, and then she closed her eyes. Their eyes locked when she opened hers, and Valentina saw herself reflected in him.
Giuseppe moved inside her. His slow, intentional thrust met the top of Valentina, and she gasped for air, his air. Giuseppe moved inside her, his push meeting her push. The incendiary fire between the two blazed brightly as Valentina wrapped her legs around his back, pulling Giuseppe in even more. She felt the muscles of Giuseppe’s back flexing as he plunged deeply inside her. Their bodies fell into syncopation as Giuseppe pushed Valentina to the gilt, harder, faster, deeper, longer.
He moaned. She moaned, too.
Giuseppe’s breath became jagged as his manhood swelled and pulsed inside her. He felt the surge of an explosive orgasm on the brink of release.
