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
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
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
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
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
— DIO HOLY! MORE GELATO ?I ignored Giulio when I accepted my pistachio ice cream. — Thank you. He's paying,” I jabbed my thumb in Giulio's direction, a bit of revenge for mocking me.Giulio handed some bills to one of the guards and took out his wallet. — I've never seen such a tiny creature eat so much. Where does this go?— For my boobs and ass, obviously.I lifted my ice cream and took a selfie, then posted it on my social media. Gia and Emma commented on my photos all day, and I was so happy to connect—even virtually—with my sisters. Giulio refused to be in any of my photos, saying it wasn't a good idea for him to be seen online. I wasn't sure if it was because of the Italian police or his boyfriend. Whatever the reason, I respected his wishes.— Where are we going now, G? — I licked the creamy excess off the spoon. — I don't know how many more dresses and shoes I can buy. — We'll turn the corner next. You will see.A man riding a sleek, compact motorcycle passed us. — Do you thi
FrancescaTODAY WAS PERFECT . Before shopping, Giulio took me to see the Colosseum, the Papal Basilica and the Trevi Fountain. But more than the tourist sites, he showed me his favorite places - the charming side streets and gardens, the fruit stands and cafes. It was better than any tour I could have asked for.— You come here a lot, don't you? — I asked as we walked.- As much as I can. It's easier here than in Siderno.Here we can mingle.—But you still have to be careful.— Yes. My father's reach is vast and our enemies are everywhere. There is no truly safe place for me.— Sorry, G.— Things are changing, slowly. Maybe the next generation of our brotherhood won't judge a man by his preferences.I doubted it, but I didn't say it. Progress in the mafia never equaled progress in the real world. From what I had seen, the mafia was still stuck in the 19th century.Giulio pointed to a four-story cream stone building with black shutters on every window. A bakery occupied the ground floo
FaustI CARRIED her under the stairs to the apartment.Although the heels made her legs look long and sexy, they wouldn't allow her to rush up the steps. And I needed to hurry. My dick was hard from the second she walked into that courtyard, her body draped in red. Cazzo, she should always wear red.My men went to the apartments downstairs while I continued to the top. After opening the door, I put her on her heels and grabbed the ends of the ties holding her dress together, pulling them to unwrap them. This was the best gift I ever received.“Wait,” she said, calming my hands. — Go sit on the couch.Impatient but willing to satisfy her, I threw myself onto the couch, spreading my legs to ease the pain in my balls.Francesca smiled at me as she slowly untied the dress she was wearing. My hands balled into fists on the back of the couch.— I'm not sure teasing me is a wise idea.She turned away from me as the dress fell off her shoulders. I could see the red straps and my mouth watered