FrancescaTHIS WAS INSANE . It was as if he was seducing me to kill him.His voice, rough and low, filled the car and my head, drawing me deeper into his web. I was mesmerized, not scared, which worried me.You're definitely not a good girl, Francesca.Was that why I didn't fight when Ravazzani's soldier pushed me back into the car? Or why my stomach dropped when Ravazzani himself showed up to rescue me from the police?Was that why my panties were soaked now?No, I couldn't let it be true. I had to stay strong and remember that I wanted a normal life. The life my mother wanted for her daughters. I wasn't turned on by this man or the violence he represented.I pushed his shoulder, which I couldn't help but notice was hard and strong, and gave him the gun back. —Stop fucking with my head.Smiling, he put some distance between us and pocketed the gun. I hated that smug look on his face. — Don't think for a second that this proves anything. I'm not stupid enough to shoot you when I know
My entire body sagged with relief, so happy that tears welled up in my eyes. - I am fine. I'm in Italy.— Dad told us what happened. We are worried. Are you really marrying that man's son?— No. It's complicated. — I didn't want to say anything more than that, just in case. -How are you doing? How is Gia?- We are fine. I'm trying to make progress in my AP chemistry class this summer, so I'm a mess.I smiled. Emma took school very seriously. She was the smartest person I knew. — That's good, but don't forget to enjoy your break too.— I will, but this is more important. I want to get into a good... — She bit off the word, but it stayed there between us, unspoken.I swallowed hard. Once I also wanted to get into a good school. — You will, Em. You will. Is Gia around?“Yes.” I could hear her moving around, probably walking to Gia's room. —But before I let you go, tell me. Are you hurt? Are they mistreating you? Because I'm going to tell Dad and he's going to come get you.I pressed my f
FrancescaWe heard the helicopter before we saw it.“I can't believe this,” Giulio muttered as the sleek black helicopter approached the yacht.- Who's that?But even when I asked the question, I knew. I knew.He was here, though for what reason I couldn't say. Giulio and I hadn't done anything wrong and I hadn't tried to run away.- Let's go. — Giulio stood up and extended his hand to help me up. We walked to the front, towards the heliport, and waited for the helicopter to land.Faust emerged first, all Italian beauty swept away by the wind, but then turned to help another guest down. Katarzyna.Despite my best efforts to remain unaffected, my stomach knotted painfully. I had a feeling that this knot was jealousy, which was absolutely unacceptable. There was no need to complicate this situation with a reality show level of unnecessary drama. I was just upset that our private day had been ruined by the man I least wanted to see.Liar.Dressed in a sheer shawl, Katarzyna clung to his
FaustI MADE A MISTAKE BY BRINGING KATARZYNA .Needing this to feel like a social outing, I asked my housekeeper to come along. I hadn't seen her since the night at the castle and she always loved the boat. However, it was clear from Francesca's expression that she didn't like Katarzyna.Jealousy, perhaps?That seemed unlikely, given Francesca's general dislike of me. Most likely, Katarzyna's habit of never knowing when to be quiet had bothered Francesca. But I noticed the way Francesca's nipples puckered when I went out on deck in my swimming trunks. She may not like me, but she was attracted to me.Something changed between us the night she tried to escape. I read the lust in his eyes, saw the blush on his cheeks. She was practically panting as she pointed the gun at me. My talk of fucking against a wall turned her on even more.She was not innocent, and my suspicions about her proved correct at every turn. I had a feeling this girl liked that. Like me.And I was dying to find out.
FrancescaGIULIO and I watched the sunset as the yacht sailed back to Siderno. We were both quiet, lost in our thoughts.And one thing you should know, Francesca, is that I always get what I want.Was Fausto telling me he wanted me? That was certainly implied when he cornered me against the wall and pinned me with his body. I hadn't felt scared at that moment. Well, maybe a little, but not because I thought he would hurt me. I was afraid of my reaction to him, of how arousal pulsed between my legs with just one look from him. My nipples hardened every time he was within fifty feet, as if they were giving off some kind of warning.Except I didn't want to run away from him. Far from it.I thought about his hand at my throat, the heat and strength of his body as he surrounded me, and I wanted more. I wanted to drown in its darkness... and it terrified me.I was a strong woman. Independent. I had plans for my future, like going to college and finding a normal, safe man to marry. Someone w
FaustDrinking a glass of ciró, I kept an eye on the clock while I waited. Work distracted me for the rest of the night, but it was late and a feeling of dread settled in my stomach. Giulio and Francesca should have already returned.I was wrong? Did he feel a romantic connection with her? I had to tread carefully. My gut told me that Giulio didn't think of Francesca that way, but there was a small chance I had misjudged the situation.I snorted as I looked at the dark vineyards. I haven't misjudged a situation since I was fourteen, which is how I've stayed alive for so long. No, everything told me that the two of them weren't attracted to each other and that she was attracted to me.I would soon find out.Just as I was about to take a shower, I heard Giulio's Ferrari enter the garage. Anticipation stirred my gut. I couldn't see them from my window, but I could hear the sound of their laughter on the way inside, then the front door slammed.Giulio came to me immediately. He was a good
FrancescaI HAD CLEARLY gone crazy.Fausto Ravazzani had undressed me and caressed me between my legs. He fell to his knees for me. Did I complain or try to stop him? No, because the way he bossed me around turned my insides into molten lava and my brain into mush. It was as if he started talking dirty and I lost the ability to think.So God help me, I wanted him.As he kissed my thigh, his strong hands held me in place. Hands that had done indescribable violence, but could also be tender. I was completely naked before him, his face close to my pussy. Did I smell good down there? I knew from watching porn that a lot of guys liked it, but oral had only come up once with David, when he said it wasn't his favorite thing to do. Of course, he liked it when I gave him a blowjob.The tip of Fausto's tongue touched my folds — and I jumped.“Relax,” he breathed. — Place your hands on your breasts and feel what I'm doing to you, bellissima.God, hearing Italian words come out of his mouth in th
FaustWORK WAS A WASTE OF TIME . I couldn't concentrate, my mind was still stuck on Francesca. I hadn't slept last night, even after masturbating in the shower. This morning I made myself cum again after what happened in the dining room, standing in the bathroom and stroking myself furiously. My dick would get irritated if I continued like this.I had to fuck her soon.She would have left me last night. Or this morning. But I wanted her ready for this. She didn't like giving in to me in the dining room, but it was a lesson she had to learn. As my maintainer, she was at my beck and call, our relationship at my whim. I'd never had a live-in mistress before, but I figured that just made things more convenient. I could have Francesca whenever I wanted, no waiting necessary.—Are you paying attention, Rav?Marco's voice broke me out of my thoughts. - Yes.We were on a conference call, but our end was muted. The discussion about what to do with the Avellinos, now that D'Agostino was dead, c