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FrancescaI CLIMBED UNDER THE RAILING and held out my hand. — Vieni qua, Lamborghini. — My little lamb stumbled over to me and bleated, clearly happy to see me. At least, that's what I believed anyway. I loved her.Tommaso, the man in charge of the sheep, said I had to speak Italian to the lambs. He said that was what they knew, but I didn't complain because it would help me practice. I had to admit, he was right. It was easier to speak Italian to an animal than to a human who might criticize my pronunciation or verb conjugation.Lamborghini ate the little balls from my palm, his soft mouth and tongue teasing my skin. According to Tommaso, she was three months old and would have been killed and sold sometime in the next two months if not for my intervention. As much as I hated being grateful to Fausto for anything, I was relieved that the Lamborghini wouldn't end up on a dinner table.She finished her kibble and patted my arm, then crawled into my lap. I laughed and wrapped my arms ar
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No one was around when we finally entered his side of the castle. I hadn't been here before, and the bare walls surprised me. No family photos. No drawings Giulio had made at school. No famous paintings or posters. Just a blank surface everywhere, as if someone had recently moved in. Didn't your family live here for over a hundred years?Worn oriental rugs covered the stone floor, with the same elegant lights above our wing. He walked to the end of the hall and opened a door, not letting go of my hand as we entered. The door closed and then I was lifted, my legs dangling as he carried me across the living room and into the bedroom.It was nothing like I expected. If I had to guess, I would have imagined black sheets, dark walls, and a mirror over his bed. This room was... romantic. Soft, almost feminine. With pale walls and an enormous bed that bordered on ornate. Plants dotted the windows, a vase of fresh flowers sat on a small table. The furniture looked old, but it was made of stur
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FaustAfter I cleaned her up, we stretched out on the bed. Francesca was quiet as I held her, and I knew what she said was weighing on her. But it was inevitable. The sooner she came to terms with the nature of our relationship, the better.“I'm clean, by the way,” I said. I had never fucked a woman without a condom before and I get tested regularly. And I knew Francesca's health report was clean, because I reviewed it as soon as I brought her to Siderno. With her being sexually active, I needed to know if she had any illnesses.— Oh. Right. Thanks.I caressed her hip. She was half sprawled on top of me, her breasts crushed into my chest. If I allowed myself a riposo every day, this is exactly how I would want to spend it. I didn't normally spend much time with my lovers, but I liked the idea of being with Francesca. In fact, I was strangely reluctant to let her go.I should keep more distance considering his age and inexperience. The younger women were clingier, the ones who texted m
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FrancescaWE TOOK the helicopter to the yacht this time, and I was both excited and scared. Fausto smiled indulgently at me, while Marco ignored me from his seat next to the pilot. The ride was so fun that I forgot that I was now officially Fausto Ravazzani's lover.Can be worse. You could marry his son.True. At least now I had great sex and then he would set me free. Who cared what label he put on it? Then I would go back to Toronto or New York, get a degree and live my life. As used goods, my father couldn't marry me off to anyone else, which meant I had my entire future ahead of me.It was perfect, actually. Why hadn't I thought of this in the first place?I glanced at Fausto, wondering if we could be alone on the boat after the meeting was over. I might want to try deep throating again.He pressed a button and his voice came into my headphones: “Whatever you're planning, my answer is yes.He could read me so well.I slid my hand down his thigh, toward his crotch. He didn't stop m
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FaustSHE WEARED a fucking black bikini.After I explicitly told her not to do it.I was boiling with rage, boiling inside. Enzo and his man ran their eyes all over Francesca's body, ogling her like hungry wolves as she strolled this way. The small pieces of fabric did nothing to cover her ample breasts and ass. She might as well have walked around naked.Cazzo madre di Dio , I was going to spank her ass raw when I had the chance.Enzo made some comment that I barely heard through the fury ringing in my ears. How could I focus on this meeting knowing what she had done? We were all supposed to have dinner together once Enzo and I finished discussing our agreement.That clearly couldn't happen, as I would probably stab anyone who dared to look at her twice.“We should finish,” I said abruptly. —Women are bored without us, no doubt.A splash and a giggle belied my words, and every muscle in my body contracted. Francesca would pay for this.“I thought you wanted to talk about your son,” E
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FrancescaI walked to the master suite like a prisoner heading to the gallows. Faust was livid. In fact, I think he might be angrier than the night I stabbed him with the pen. He looked like he wanted to strangle me.Fear slid down my spine, making my skin break out in a cold sweat.Would he hurt me?No, he wouldn't. I knew it inside me. He might spank me, but we would both like that. No doubt he would tease me until I admitted I belonged to him. I just needed to follow the orders he gave to prove my apology and then he would forgive me. Hopefully this involved some naked time.The bed was perfectly smooth, without a crease in the gray comforter. I slid onto the mattress and folded my legs under my hips, pushing my ass into the air. The buzz of prosecco faded as soon as I caught sight of Fausto's furious expression on the patio balcony. Too bad I hadn't allowed myself another glass. Then I might not be so nervous for whatever he had in mind.I waited there for a long time, what felt l
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FrancescaI WAS SURE I would die that night.For the first few hours, I explored the yacht. The ship was incredible, with no detail or expense spared. I saw all the bedrooms, the living areas, the bathrooms. Only one room remained locked, and I assumed it was Faust's office. The crew nodded politely, and I quickly realized they didn't speak much English. When I asked for a snack, they brought me more prosecco.I ended up going back to the pool deck, where I found bottled water in the minibar. They brought me dinner, which was an amazing shrimp and lobster pasta dish that I wanted to eat every day for the rest of my life. Then I watched the sun set over the water, wishing I had a phone to call my sisters.Wait, there had to be a phone on the boat, right? Fausto received a call at one point.Wandering to find a crew member, I asked about a phone, putting my hand to my ear. He shook his head. — No, signorina. Sta nell'ufficio .— Office?He beckoned me closer and led me to the locked doo
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FrancescaGiulio showed up at my door after showering and dressing me. — Holy Christ, Frankie. I was worried about you last night. Are you well?He was dressed like a fashion model, expensive fabrics draped carelessly over his slender body, his hair perfectly coiffed. Her features were softer than Faust's, beautiful in a more classical sense. His mother must have been beautiful too.I sighed and waved him in. I was scared to death.- I can believe. It was a bad storm. — He shook his head and closed the door. — My father's temper is a frightening thing. He must have been really mad at you to leave you out there.I thought I could be honest with Giulio. — He asked me not to wear the black bikini during his date with Enzo.— And did you wear it? — Giulio shuddered. — Bella, this was asking for trouble.— I know, and he later explained why. But I didn't know any of that at the time. I should be able to wear whatever I want.— You don't know many Italian men, do you?— There are a lot of I
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