PROLOGUE

RAPHAEL’S VIEW POINT

Giovanna and I were on the balcony of a prestigious penthouse in Central Paris, having a candle lit dinner. I stared at her from the other side of the table, keeping my gaze fixed on her eyes and not allowing it to drop to her low-cut dress. We wanted to have a dinner like a normal couple, and talk about our future without having to be naked, in each other’s arms. Giovanna cocked her head to the side and regarded my uneasy expression, smiling when she noticed my struggle to remain celibate for just one night.

“What’s wrong, baby? You haven’t touched your steak panzanella.” She commented, smirking at me. I gulped, knowing I was going to regret my reply to her words. I had been the one complaining about being too erotic, now look at me, wanting nothing more than to ravish her on the spot.

“Maybe I’m not in the mood for steak panzanella.” I said with all the calmness I could muster, looking into her eyes. Her chin was on her fist and her stare regarded me sceptically. I looked back at her with the same innocence she was feigning, thoroughly enjoying her playing dumb.

“What would you like instead?” She asked breathily, slowly moving her fingers to the stem of her wine glass and holding it delicately. I followed her movements closely, trying to snap myself out of this state of unquestionable attraction, but Giovanna made it close to impossible. She took a sip of her wine, eyes boring into mine. I gulped, knowing it was now or never.

“You.” I said simply, triggering her excitement. She grinned and got up, her tiny, translucent dress falling just below her sexy black lingerie. I gulped, watching her hips closely as they swayed toward me. The rhythm of her movements intoxicated me more than the wine had. They were fluid and defined, like she had practiced every seductive step a billion times before. I gulped again, suddenly thirsty for something beyond the ordinary. On reaching me, she touched my shoulder with her soft palm, trailing her fingers to my neck and chest, over my hair covered chin and the chain I wore. I gulped again, breathing heavily as the overwhelming urge to be with her grew with each second her fingers grazed my skin through my shirt.

“Mr. Yves, I’m afraid you can only have what’s on the table.” She said lowly, snaking her hand into my shirt to soothe my heaving chest.

“I’m sure there’s something you can do.” I breathed, finding it amazing how well she read my words. She seductively walked to the other end of the table and bent over slightly to slip her stilettoes off. My eyes scanned her beautiful feet, making my mouth water as I remembered the exquisite taste of her toes. I wanted them between my lips. She sat back down after her little display, taking her wine glass again.

“I suppose there is. But I have to make sure you want it, Mr. Yves.” She said before taking a long sip of her wine, gulping so subtly that I almost missed the bobbing of her gullet when the liquid went down her throat. Thankfully, I caught the exact moment she swallowed, satisfying my strange fetish.

“I do.” I assured her, suddenly feeling very uncomfortable in my pelvic region. I looked down to see myself raging, my body wanting her as much as my brain did. Giovanna placed her glass down and traced the rim with her fore finger.

“And how do you want me?” She asked with an even sultrier voice than before, her areolas and nipples visibly hardened under my gaze.

“On the table…” I started, making her eyes meet mine to show burning desire. I stared back with equal fire, glad that I was getting closer to achieving my goal for today and getting closer to my darling, Giovanna. She slowly crept on the table, her enchanting movements drawing a lust-filled reaction from me. She had captured my soul and made it hers. Giovanna crawled toward me, pushing the bottles of wine, dishes and decorations from the table on her way. I ignored all the clatter, for I couldn’t miss even a second of this magnificence. She reached me and paused, waiting for her next command.

“Spread out for me…” I let out, making her swing her legs to the edge of the table before she swivelled her body to face me and painstakingly took her time placing the back of her knees on my shoulders. I couldn’t see, hear, feel or smell anything except her at this moment. Giovanna would be my meal for today and forever, as I could never starve or get tired of her.

“Complaisant…” I instructed, lowering my head between her tan legs. She gasped, making me stop abruptly to look up at her pleasure filled features. I smirked unintentionally, holding her stare before saying lowly.

“Quiet.”

I could see the annoyance and struggle on her face to follow my instructions as I slowly leaned in again, this time stopping to see if she would react. She was a good girl, only breathing more heavily as the suspense built up. I was hungry for her and I would have done everything to be in this position forever, but I had a lot of pent up arousal that I needed to let out. Satisfaction mattered much more than suspense and obedience. I moved forward until the tip of my nose touched the lace panties she wore, before tilting my head slightly upward and opening my mouth to take the fabric between my teeth. I yanked them off, not even getting them halfway before Giovanna hurriedly moved to help me free them from her legs.

I looked down at her sex and almost lost my mind. I immediately latched my lips to it, causing her to jerk forward, holding my head to her as I desperately sucked and flicked her nub, choosing to ignore the usual ritual of teasing her until she could barely breathe. She gripped my scalp with her nails when I intensified my movements, her legs clutching my head and squeezing as the pleasure became unbearable and she let out a loud moan. I disregarded it and the ones that came out after it, knowing she needed this moment more than anything.

“Raphael, darling, don’t stop- holy shit!” She exclaimed just before clutching my head even harder and falling back to the table, moaning incoherently and trembling uncontrollably. I looked at her, proud of my work and feeling even hornier than before. I gave her time to calm down, careful not to touch her during this fragile moment.

“Mr. Yves.” She sighed, still collapsed on the table.

“Is there anything I can do to make this up to you?” She asked, suddenly sitting up. Giovanna already knew what I wanted by looking at my expression. She smiled knowingly and spread her legs wider, gesturing for me to stand up. I did, letting her unbuckle my belt and toss it to the side.

“It’s a shame we have to get rid of these clothes. I really like the outfit. But now, Mr. Yves, is not the time for admiration. It’s a time for pleasure, lust, and satisfaction.” She said as she freed my member from its confines, stroking slowly as she led me into her hot centre. At that, blood rushed in my ears and my vision went white, blocking the world out so I could focus on her, and this feeling she gave me, completely.

“I love you, Mr. Yves.” I heard her say before she took my lips with her, quenching my thirst fully. We made out passionately as I slowly stroked into my beautiful partner, enjoying every second we spent together, as usual. She was everything I wanted. I loved her more than anything and hoped that we lasted forever.

THIRD PERSON

Igor Bortsov had his men around him and his eyes fixed on the surveillance screen. His hands were clasped together and elbows placed on the table, his glare digging into Giovanna Donatello as she participated in unholy acts with a French man. They had intel on him, knowing where he lived and where he worked. This man was seemingly unprotected by Donatello, but Bortsov could never be too forward with his message for his rival, that ruthless individual. Since they couldn’t get to Sergio Donatello directly and his daughter was under utmost protection and care, they were going to go through the boyfriend, who was much more vulnerable.

Igor and his team watched the couple closely, some searching for body movements that showed that their little display of lust was a distraction while some looked dumbfounded by the resilience the couple had and the love they shared all the while. It took two hours for them to be completely spent, and four more for him to leave the hotel. In that time, the team had made sure Giovanna’s body guards were not suspicious of their activity.

When they finally saw Raphael Yves walking to his car in the parking garage, they made their move.