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“Don’t move or you’ll ruin your breakfast,” he warns with a glint in his eye.
He bends to kiss me on the lips, remaining there while his hand travels along my stomach and between my legs. “Open your legs,” he whispers against my lips. He runs the vibrating toy over my opening, and I buck against it, causing the breakfast tray to shake. He pulls it away, smirking. “Careful,” he whispers. His intense stare and the low rumble of his voice is so hot, I’m ready to combust into a million pieces. He leans closer and kisses me, slow and gentle like last night. I’m taken to another world. One where I feel light and dreamy.
This time, when he presses the toy against me, I force myself to stay still. He rubs it back and forth a few times and then carefully slides it inside me. I inhale, my breath shaky. Anton turns the speed up and the pulses feel like they’re vibrating all the way up my spine. “Do you need to come, Piper?” His words don’t embarrass me like they should—I’m too far past that as I moan in pleasure. My body answers for me as I begin to shake and shudder, losing all control of my limbs. Waves crash over and over in the pit of my stomach as an orgasm rips me apart.
He pinches my nipple through the material of my shirt. It pulls another tremble from me, and I cry out. “Enjoy your breakfast,” he murmurs, handing me the vibrator before turning on his heel and leaving the room.
I stare at the closed door and then down to the vibrator in my hand. Christ, what the fuck just happened? I let out a nervous laugh, flopping back onto the pillows before breaking out in a fit of giggles. Anton just fucked me with a toy, and I didn’t hate it.
When I’m recovered, and my legs return to normal, I shower and dress in the bikini. I wrap myself in a pink caftan and pick up the now empty breakfast tray. A coffee and croissant were just what I needed to fill the hunger pangs brought on by such an intense orgasm.
I find everyone outside by the pool. The two men who came with us are Piero and Giovani. Apparently, both are capos, as Ella’s kept me up to date with names and positions. They’re sat in the shade, reading newspapers. Ella and Michael are talking by the outdoor bar, and Anton is lying face down on a sun lounger with a female rubbing cream into his back. She’s clearly a member of staff as she’s wearing the same blue uniform the other house staff wear, but a pinch of jealousy rears its ugly head regardless.
Anton rolls onto his front and thanks the woman, taking the cream from her. He spots me and gives a crooked smile, the kind that tells me he’s thinking of our earlier interaction. My cheeks instantly heat, and I stare down at the ground. “Piper,” he calls, forcing me to look up again. He holds the sun cream out at me, like that explains why he’s shouting my name. When I stare blankly, he tips his head, asking me to go over.
As I reach him, he holds the cream out again. “Could you help me?”
“Apply cream that’s already been applied?” I ask sarcastically.
He smirks. “Jealousy’s a sexy colour on you.” He snatches my wrist in his hand and tugs me to step closer. Then he takes me by the waist and lifts me to sit over his lap. “Make it look like we’re at least a little in love,” he whispers closer to my ear. I glance over at Piero and Giovani, who are watching us with interest. “They’re forever watching,” he adds, “checking up on me.”
“Why?” I ask.
“Because they don’t believe I’m in love.”
“They haven’t fallen for your lies?” I ask with a smirk.
He takes my hand and turns it palm up before squirting sun cream into it. He guides my hands together to share the lotion before placing them against his solid chest. I inhale sharply, shifting slightly. Anton immediately grips my hips and stills me as a small laugh escapes him. “Careful, bellissima, my head’s full of memories of you coming and now you’re rubbing against me in this,” he plucks at the white strap on the top of my bikini, “sexy bikini. I’m not sure I can contain myself.” He glances down between us, and my eyes follow, widening when they settle on his huge erection pushing to get free from his shorts. My cheeks burn red for a second time, and to distract myself, I move my hands in small circles, massaging the thick cream into his six-pack and then working up to his broad chest.
“You had some interesting items in your bag,” he mutters, slipping his shades back over his eyes and placing his hands behind his head. He relaxes back while I continue to work my hands over him.
“You shouldn’t go through my things.”
“It was either me or Michael. I thought you’d prefer me, and I’m glad I did after what I found.”
“You must be paranoid if you have to have your men check bags.”
“It’s surprising how many people want to kill me.”
I grin. “Is it?” I ask, tipping my head to one side. I stand, moving over to the next sunbed. “My turn.” I lie on my stomach, resting my head on my hands to look at him. When he doesn’t move, I add, “Should I ask one of your men?”
He laughs. “You could, but they wouldn’t dare touch you without my permission.”
After a few seconds, he throws his legs over the edge of his sunbed and drags it closer to my own. He pulls the tie on my bikini top. “You don’t want tan lines,” he says, letting the strings fall open.
He squirts the cold cream onto my back and begins to rub it into my skin. I close my eyes and relax, enjoying the feel of him. When my back is done, he taps my shoulder, “Roll over,” he tells me. I hold my bikini top in place and turn onto my back, letting the fabric rest over my breasts.
He begins to work the cream over my stomach, working his way up and slipping his hand under the top to cup my breast. I gasp, my eyes widening at his brazen attitude. “I could fuck you right now and they wouldn’t bat an eyelid,” he murmurs, tweaking my nipple. He moves his hand across to my other breast and repeats the action. “Now, fasten the top until I return,” he tells me, standing and adjusting the tent in his shorts.
ANTON
I march through the house, fighting with myself not to drag Piper with me and fuck her senseless. The way her body reacts to me is an aphrodisiac, and I’m not ashamed to admit I’m already addicted.
Aurora is leaning against my office door sulkily. She’s obsessed, and right now, that’s enough for me to grab her by the hand and drag her upstairs. She giggles, and I’m about to go into my room when an image of Piper flashes through my mind, causing me to growl in frustration. I can’t fuck another woman in the room I’m sharing with her. I pull Aurora farther down the hall to a spare room. I know she’s not wearing underwear—she whispered it to me when she was rubbing cream into my back—so I pull her to sit over me, making quick work of opening my shorts.
I pull a condom from my pocket and rip it open, rolling it over my erection. “Rimuovi la parte superiore,” I growl, and she lifts her shirt over her head and drops it to the floor. “Cavalcami,” I order. She loves to ride me and wastes no time wrapping her hand around my cock and guiding me to her entrance. As she sinks onto me, she cries out, and I place my hand over her mouth. The last thing I need is to get caught with Aurora by Piero or Giovani.
“Sì, sì,” her muffled cries shout against my palm. Her nails dig into my shoulder, and I relish the small amount of pain it causes. Aurora slaps my face hard, and I bite my lip by mistake. She sees the blood and grins. “Bastardo,” she hisses and slaps me again.
