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Her whimper of assent, the way she moans my name as I circle her clit with my fingers, has me hovering on the edge. I manage to hang on until the moment I feel her tense against me, the moment that I feel her arch forward against the glass, all of her fears and reservations are forgotten in that instant of orgasmic bliss. I harden and throb inside of her, and it’s not until the moment that I feel myself lose control, my entire body gripped in the throes of the strongest orgasm I think I’ve ever had, that I remember that I once again forgot to use a condom.
Fuck.Fuck, fuck—
I can’t stop. I can’t pull out. She clenches around me, hot and rippling along the length of my cock as I fill her with my cum, and it’s the best fucking thing I’ve ever felt in my life. I can’t remember ever having come like this before, ever having felt an orgasm that made the world go a little dark at the edges, the sound of her moans and the filthiness of fucking her up against this window as she screams for me sending me into what feels like a second climax—or maybe just the longest fucking one I’ve ever had.
“Shit,” I breathe as I slip out of her, my legs feeling a little unsteady. I’m still dripping cum, and I can see it on her thighs as she presses her forehead to the glass, looking as if her knees might give out too. She looks absolutely gorgeous like this, flushed and disheveled with my cum leaking out of her, and my cock twitches traitorously even as I start to think about how to resolve the situation.
She turns around, her gaze flicking downwards, and I see the moment she realizes it, too.
“We got a little carried away,” she whispers weakly, and I nod.
“I forgot.” I rub a hand over my mouth, reaching for my pants. “It’s my fault. Shit.”
“It’ll be fine.” She doesn’t sound entirely certain, but not as panicked as I feel at the moment, at least. “I’ll get some Plan B. It’ll be alright. It’s not like no one ever makes a mistake. We’ll remember a condom next time.”
She flashes me that smile, teasing and seductive, and it makes me want to carry her back to my bed and fill her up all over again. And the moment the thought enters my head, I can’t shake it loose.
“Don’t worry,” I murmur, reaching for her and pulling her close. I feel like I’m losing my mind, but my self-control is shattered around her, and I can’t seem to pick up the pieces. “I’ll have the concierge get it. You’ll have it in the morning. And since we’ve already screwed up once—”
“Might as well keep enjoying it until the morning?” A wicked smile curves her lips, and as she leans in to kiss me, I have the same thought all over again that I had in the car.
I have no idea how I’m going to let her go when this week is over.
9
AMALIE
Idon’t know what came over me.
The shock of realizing that David came inside of me without a condom wore off more quickly than it should have. But I told myself there was an easy fix for it—and after all, it didn’t matter how many more times he came in me between now and when I took the contraceptive in the morning.
Ilikedit. It was hot and filthy and made me feel wanted and utterly debauched, all feelings that I never knew could turn me on as much as they do. As he took me back to the bedroom, I almost missed the feeling of being vulnerable and exposed that I had in the bathroom back at the restaurant, and up against the glass in his living room. I didn’t know what that said about me, but I wasn’t sure I cared.
This week is about doing whatever I want. Being whoever I want to be. I don’t need to examine it too closely.
Our week together flies by faster than I want it to. If David had held anything back at all, it vanishes the instant Claire and the others leave and he has me all to himself. Every day is a whirlwind of lavish extravagance, outrageous sex, and him spoiling me exactly as he promised. And, as he promised, everything I do that pleases him is rewarded. I wake him up one morning with a blowjob, sliding under the cool linen sheets to wrap my mouth around his cock, licking and sucking until he comes awake at the same time heactuallycomes, flooding my mouth with his hot, salty release.That, I discover, is rewarded with him returning the favor twice, once in bed and once in the shower together, before he orders the best room service I’ve ever had in my life, and we eat it together in bed. He feeds me bites of the food as we cuddle naked together under the thick covers, against plush pillows, smirking at me every time I moan in delight at how good it all is.
It’s not as if I’m not used to luxury. The Leone family is—was—one of the most well-known and well-respected mafia names both in the States and abroad in Sicily, second only in Chicago to the Mancini family. I’ve grown up with wealth, with a staff to serve my needs and the best of everything, but everything here is elevated by the sheer hedonism of it all. I’ve had food as delicious as the smoked salmon crepes and the airy lemon pancakes that David feeds me bite by bite, the sweet and salty mixture followed by sips of perfectly crafted mimosa, but I’ve certainly never eaten it naked in bed with the most gorgeous man I’ve ever seen in my life.
And I’ve certainly never been rolled onto my back afterward when it’s all cleared away, as he declares that he’s still hungry, and dives between my thighs again.
I quickly find out that he’s tireless when it comes to sex—both giving and receiving. I don’t have enough knowledge to know if all men get hard again so quickly, but I’m eager to find out just how much he’ll really spoil me, and I do—in spades. Going down on him and then letting him fuck me in the back of the car is rewarded with a shopping spree that leaves his bedroom loaded down with bags, enough that I’ll need to buy a second suitcase to get it all home. When I let him finger me under the dinner table while we eat at a beachside restaurant, he promises me an afternoon at the spa the next day.
He keeps all of his promises, too. My frozen credit card is long forgotten, everything paid for without so much as a wince on David’s part. He’s clearly used to the best of everything, and I wonder more than once who he is that the staff in every restaurant, every shop, every spa, and every bar cater to any need he—or I, by proxy—might have. No meal is less than five-star, every drink is perfectly prepared, and he never has to wait for anything. All it takes is someone looking at a list, and suddenly, we’re swept away to private cabanas, private rooms, private luxuries.
But every time I think of asking, I push the thought aside. I know well enough from my life as the daughter of Enzo Leone what kind of man could command this kind of attention. A billionaire of some sort, probably—with illegal wealth, possibly. But asking him questions invites him to ask his own, and I don’t want him to know who I am. He might know the Leone name—might even have connections to them. He might know about my father’s fall from grace, and the troubles we’re now having with the Family.
I don’t want any of that to spoil this. And the truth is that I don’t really care, aside from a natural curiosity about the man who I’ve spent every night in bed with since he saved me in that restaurant.
He doesn’t forget to use a condom again, which is a relief—even if a part of me is slightly regretful at not getting to feel him bare again…especially when he comes inside of me.It’s not worth the possible consequences,I remind myself, but in the heat of the moment, I find myself sometimes wishing hewouldforget, even though it doesn’t happen.
The last day we spend almost entirely at the hotel. There’s a private pool on the rooftop, and David ensures that we have it all to ourselves. He fucks me once in the pool and again from behind on one of the lounge chairs, getting up to dispose of the condom and get us both drinks from the wet bar—entirely naked—while I check in for my flight this evening. It feels blissfully decadent to lay out naked in the sun, still throbbing between my legs from the series of orgasms I had, while scrolling through the app to confirm my flight. I’m relaxed down to my very bones, happier than I’ve ever been—until I see the notification, and the feeling is abruptly shattered.
“What’s wrong?” David asks, setting a drink down next to me as he catches the look on my face. “Did something happen?”
“I can’t believe I didn’t think about this. My flight home was canceled. Because of the frozen card, I think—” My throat tightens, that forgotten panic filling me again. My friends are long gone, and my arrangement with David was for our time here, together. I don’t know if getting me home is a part of that, and after a week of ignoring the conflict with my mother and pushing it off until Ihaveto deal with it, I don’t think she’s going to be very sympathetic to my situation.
She can’t leave me stranded here.I try to calm the feeling of panic rushing through my chest.I’m her daughter. Her key to fixing our family’s problems.But I’m not so sure that she might not, for a little while, just to make me beg and grovel. Just to prove her point that I can be punished for my small rebellion of running off with my friends.
