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I climb up over her to take her again, staking my claim with every urgent thrust, listening to her voice rise higher and harder. She groans and gasps so loudly, little squeaks and moans coming out of her mouth every second. Every time I hear them, it only makes me want to hear them louder and more. I make it a personal challenge to see how loud I can make her get, how much control I can make her lose. She throws her head back against the pillows, giving me a beautiful view of her arched body beneath me, inviting me to run my hands over her breasts and down across her sides again.
It's when she comes, shouting my name again like she did the first time, that I’m pushed over the edge. Satisfying her is my main goal, and I have this feeling as I look down at her that it might remain that way for the entirety of the rest of my life. How can I resist? My beautiful angel will have whatever she wants. That's a promise I make to myself, and silently to her, as the power of the shockwave of pleasure ripples through and over me.
We dress and ride back to Monaco after that because the day is getting long. I could easily envisage myself spending the rest of my days out here on this little boat with her if we only had the supplies. But the body has more needs than only sexual ones, even if those might be at the forefront of our mind right now. Food, for one thing. So we return to my city.
Once the boat is secure in its dock, I take her by the hand and lead her through the streets towards my home. I had been a little shy, perhaps, about taking her there but the time is now. She’s already mine. I don't need to worry anymore about her wanting me for the wrong reasons. Even if I thought she had a deceitful bone in her body, I know the way she looked at me. I know what I saw when our eyes met.
She’s mine, and there is nothing either of us could do about it even if we wanted to.
Monaco is small enough that it's only a walk from the marina to my home, but this also means that my home itself is in one of the more upscale areas. In Monaco, that really means something. A lot of the buildings here are luxury apartment buildings, which is why mine stands out. A home, built to stand alone within its own small piece of land, built to my own exacting plans. I had to demolish the property which stood there before. I had a vision.
And as we approach the gated area, not many people know about what lies behind it. I have carefully kept hedges and trees growing around the front of the gate, so only the upper story can be seen, soaring above the gate and looking right down to the marina.
I don’t say a word about where we’re going. It’s only when I walk right up to the gate and enter my code that Liliana begins to realize we’re going inside.
“Wait,” she says, wide-eyed with confusion. “This is your home?”
“Yes,” I tell her, shrugging casually. “This is where I live.”
I look up and see it anew as if I’m seeing it through her eyes. It’s familiar to me, of course, but even so, it still feels impressive. To anyone else, it must give a real first impression. A grand family villa, right in the heart of Monaco. And until now, it has always felt too big for little me – like I designed it a bit too large by accident. Like my ambition outshone my reality.
But I feel like that is about to change.
Chapter Twenty
Liliana
In the morning, I wake with the sun playing over my face rather than any kind of alarm – or the knock of the hotel maid at the door. It’s such a luxurious feeling that for a moment I only revel in that I almost forget about all of the other things that happened last night.
But when I do open my eyes and look around, I’m in the most amazing place I’ve ever seen. Nico’s bedroom is truly fit for a king, and it has a view through the darkened glass that goes right out over the marina. I think I can even see his boat from here, though I’m not completely sure, after all, I’m not an expert on boats. Not yet.
My body aches from what we did when we got back here yesterday, between food and drinks and stopping to shower. We made love in almost every room, as far as I can work it out – the kitchen, the dining room, rooms that stood covered in dust sheets that we lay down on, the master bedroom. I had no idea there would be so many rooms in Nico’s house, but I can say for sure that I appreciate every single one of them already.
