Page 82 of Nobody's Girl

After her step-sister Tamara and her partner Grant Christo had abducted and almost killed Sofia, her and Ivo’s bond with Penn grew deeper, but they had never repeated their threesome, and Sofia felt it was the right thing to do. They’d had fun – and Penn was almost as sensational a lover as Ivo – but now, after barely surviving that horror, she and Ivo were all about each other.

Ivo was forty-six now, and even more devastatingly handsome than ever. His dark curls were shot through with silver, his eyes crinkled more when he laughed but he was still the most beautiful man she had ever seen. And the love he had for her…it took her breath away some days.

She rolled onto her side now and studied him as he slept. He looked so much younger when he was asleep, boyish, relax. Sofia traced the shape of his lips lightly with her finger then stroked his soft eyelids. The thick dark lashes rested on his cheeks, but as she leaned in to brush her lips to his, his eyes open and he broke out in a smile. “Happy birthday, beautiful.”

She silenced him with her kiss, soft at first then firmer, wanting him, wanting to taste him. Ivo, awake now, rolled her onto her back and covered her body with his. Sofia could feel his cock, ramrod hard against her thigh, and smiled up at him. His eyes were intense upon her face as he stroked her cheeks. Sofia wrapped her legs around his waist. “Don’t wait,” she whispered, “I’m so wet for you, Ivo, baby.”

Ivo grinned and kissed her as his huge cock pushed into her swollen, sensitive cunt. Sofia gave a sigh of pleasure as they began to move together, her fingernails digging into his firm buttocks, his cock filling her completely, moving in and out in a steady rhythm. His lips were firm but tender against hers, his tongue caressing hers, his eyes never leaving her face. Her sensitive nipples moved against his hard pecs, her belly against his. God, how she loved this man, could not imagine life without him.

“Ti amo,” she whispered in his native tongue and he smiled in appreciation.

“Ti amo, beautiful Sofia, my beloved one.” Ivo began to thrust harder, deeper and Sofia felt her limbs liquify, her body trembling, every cell alive with electricity as he fucked her.

“When we’re alone in the villa,” she said, softly, “tell me all the things you’d like to do to me, or would like me to do to you, and we’ll do all of them. No inhibitions. Anything.”

“Maybe we should go shopping before we catch the flight. There’s a new sex shop down in the Marais, very exclusive.”

Sofia groaned as his thrusts got harder. “Oh, Ivo, yes…please, yes…yes…”

She came with a cry, her entire body on fire and a second later, felt his semen shoot deep into her belly. She loved the feeling of him inside her and wondered if they had made another baby. She wondered that every time they made love lately, was a habit now, but so far, they had not conceived again. Sofia had been off her birth control for a year now, both of them eager to add to their family. Ivo was more laid back than Sofia was. “If it happens, it happens,” he kept saying when she expressed her frustration, and she knew she was right. She had two beautiful sons who, while they were little devils, she adored. They were the spitting image of their father, all dark curls and big green eyes, and she was glad too that they looked like their half-sister. We are such a blended family. Her own step-brother, Jonas, was close to her still, his own kids, Max and Jake, absolute trouble-makers whenever they came to stay. Jonas’s wife, the Amazonian-tall Callie, was a force to be reckoned with and Sofia adored her. Even Sofia’s ex-step-father, Fergus, horrified and broken by what his daughter had done to Sofia, and desperate to make amends with her was on speaking terms with her, although Sofia made it clear, she didn’t include him as part of her family. Ivo would never have permitted it – he barely spoke to Fergus, such was his anger still after nine years.

Ivo gathered her to him now and kissed her thoroughly. “God, I love you, woman.”

Sofia giggled, clenching her vaginal muscles around his still-half-erect cock. “Stay inside me forever.”

“If only that were possible.” But he made no move to withdraw. “So, my love, today we finally get our second honeymoon. Would you rather have had a party?”

Sofia looked at him askance. “No way. I’m selfish, I don’t want to share you with anyone else for the next few days.”

Ivo laughed. “Your wish is my command.” He dipped his head to take her nipple into his mouth and she grinned, stroking her fingers through his hair.

“If we ever get out of this bed, that is.” She felt his cock grow hard again and they began to move together, kissing and laughing, their lovemaking more mellow this time, but still when her orgasm came, Sofia felt her body shiver and tremble with ecstasy.

A few hours later, they were sitting together on his private plane, travelling over the Alps to Italy. “We don’t spend as much time in Italy as I would like,” Ivo said, his arm around her shoulders as she nestled against him.

“We should come more…maybe we should think about whether we want the kids to grow up their whole lives in the city. I mean,” she turned to face him, “what if we had a home in Italy too, where we could come during school vacation times? I’d love for Bo and ‘Lo to be able to play in the countryside, or near the sea.”

“It’s a good idea,” Ivo agreed, and kissed her. “We should maybe have a look around where we’re staying, just for kicks.”

“Maybe…when we’re not naked.”

Ivo grinned. “I don’t know…if a realtor saw you naked, he’d probably give us our dream home for free.”

“Ha ha. God, is it wrong that I’m excited about a new home too? Not that I don’t love Paris, but I know you’ve been wanting to bring the boys up as Italian as well as French.”

“I do, and I think it’s the right time to do it. They’re still like sponges so their Italian language skills would be improved.”

“And mine.” Sofia muttered and he laughed. She looked up at him, loving how relaxed he looked. For years after her stabbing, he had looked haunted, had been haunted by the fact he hadn’t gotten to her in time. She had tried to talk to him about that night, how she had just tried everything to help herself, how she’d loosened the ties on one hand and how if she hadn’t, it would have meant almost certain death.

“He killed Tamara so he could enjoy murdering me in peace. He would have taken hours over it. Although the stab wound was agony, he must have known it wouldn’t be fatal - at least not immediately. I was lucky to get free and kill him. There was no way you could have gotten to me in time to stop him…I had put myself into that position, I had to get myself out. You came along at exactly the right time to save me.”

Eventually she had gotten through to him – and when the twins were born, their lives had been changed so dramatically, that past horrors had faded away. For the past five-and-a-half years, their lives had been one hectic but exhilarating joy ride. Her art career had taken off, and she had shown in all the major art houses of the world. She and Ivo made a good team – her success reflected well on his skill and mentorship and he found himself in ever greater demand. Their friend – and Ivo’s business partner – Desiree, too, had opened her second galleria in Milan, and was about to marry her lover of the past five years, a gorgeous French lawyer named Guillermo.

When they arrived at their villa, Ivo showed her around. “It belonged to a friend of my mother’s uncle,” he told her, “and it’s always at our disposal.”