“Atta girl. There’s that optimism,” she teased.
I twisted my lips as I thought about whether to admit the new dilemma thatwas bothering me about this whole thing. “But what if there’s no spark?”
“What do you mean? With you and Callum?”
“Si. When you turned up, we were… kissing, and I didn’t feel anything. Not a single fanny flutter.”
“Ah,” her face contorted into a look of distress. “Merda. Those are important.”
“Exactly. I just have to think about…you know who…and I’m a bloody waterfall. But Callum had his tongue in my mouth and hand on my boob, and I feltnothing.”
“Well…that could come in time. Especially once you get Santino out of your brain.”
I nodded and closed my eyes. “All I know is that I can’t keep living like this. With all this stress, lack of privacy, and guilt. It’s messing with my head.”
She reached for my hand. “I’m here to support you, no matter what. You want to run off into the sunset with a sexy criminal? I’ll provide the getaway car. You want to marry a billionaire for security and money? I’ll plan the tackiest hen-do. I’m down for whatever.”
I let myself fall into her lap, resting my head on her thighs. “That’s why I love you.”
It was past midnight when she finally left after we had shared a bottle of wine with Callum in the living room. She raised an eyebrow at me as I closed the door, leaving him and me alone. My nerves heightened as I turned to see him approaching, leaning in for another kiss.
“I thought she’d never leave,” he whispered against my lips, threading his hands through my hair. “Where were we?”
In a moment of sheer panic and irritation that he said that about Ally, I ducked out from under his arms. “Sorry, I’m just…” I faked a yawn. “Really tired.”
His arms dropped to his sides, and he nodded, pressing his lips together in disappointment. “Okay. It’s late. I’ll sleep on the sofa.”
“You don’t have to stay all night. I’m sure you want your own bed.”
“Actually, I promised your father I would, as he still can’t get a hold of Damiano, so it’s fine. The sofa looks comfortable.”
“Oh,” I exhaled. “I have a spare room. You’ll be more comfortable in there. Let me show you.”
He followed me down the corridor and entered the small double bedroom. “Probably smaller than you’re used to, but hopefully it will be okay.”
“It’s great.Grazie.” He turned to face me again, and I stepped back out of the room. His hand reached for my hip, pulling me close against him. I stood rigid in his arms, and he pressed a soft kiss to my lips. “Buonasera.I’ll check the security system before I go to bed. I’ll see you in the morning. Sleep well, and if you need anything, you know where to find me.”
I smiled and stepped back, nodding. Then I rushed to my room and got into bed. I gave up on sleep after tossing and turning for an hour. I reached for my phone and turned it back on, even though Callum had warned me against it until a new one could be delivered tomorrow. The screen lit up with all the missed calls and messages from Allegra, and I hated the way my stomach dropped when there was nothing from anyone else.
My finger hovered over the button to turn it off again. My heart felt like it was about to rip itself out of my chest when a new message came through from an unknown number.
I pressed the message, and my next breath shuddered out of me. It was a video. The caption beneath it said:
This is what just thinking of you does to me,Bella Ribelle.
Heat immediately shot through my body, forcing me to kick the covers off as I panted. Was this what I thought it was? Had he sent me a naughty video?
Because I had zero self-control, I took a deep breath and pressed play. Sani’s gorgeous face filled the screen, gazing up at the camera in a relaxed pose on his bed with one muscular arm resting behind his tousled black hair. His lips curled into a half-smirk that sent intense tingles racing through me, and I drew in another breath when I saw the tattoo dedicated to me sitting proudly at the top of his shoulder. He tilted the camera so it panned down his unbelievable torso, showing off more ink on his firm pecs and then delicious abs that I wanted to lick.Please tell me he was using a filter. In no universe could they be real.
The camera moved down to his perfect, long, and very hard cock that looked so aggressive with thick veins and his Prince Albert piercing through the head. Holy fucking shit. I’d never seen a pierced dick before until I’d gotten a glimpse of his when he stripped at the hospital, but now I was getting a close-up. It was so hot.
His cock jumped, smacking back down against his stomach, and he groaned, the sexiest sound I’d ever heard from behind a phone.
“No one touches this but you,Bella Ribelle. Not even me. It’s all yours. What do you want to do with it?” His deep voice made my clit throb. The video ended. Edging accomplished.
I groaned, dropping my phone onto my chest, and closed my eyes. My body squirmed, and I felt like I was on fire, the need to touch myself tearing at my sanity. This was bad. So bad. Yet I watched the video three more times, growing more and more aroused each time. A new message appeared that made my heart stop.
You like looking, naughty girl? You’ve watched the videofour times. Are you touching yourself over me?
