The Italian

by T L Swan

  My mouth does drop open this time.

  “This is my wardrobe?”

  “Yes.” He puts the suitcase down.

  “I only have one suitcase, Rico.”

  “That will be changing.” He kisses me and pulls me out of the wardrobe and into the bedroom. “I haven’t spent much time at this house yet. Decorate it as you wish. Get an interior decorator or whatever you want, bella.”

  I stare at him. I have no words. None.

  Slow down.

  He leads me through another set of doors just off the bedroom—a mirrored version of my wardrobe—only this one is already filled with his things.

  “Your things are already here?” I ask him.

  “I come here on weekends.”

  “You don’t live here full-time?”

  “I haven’t yet.” He puts his hands into the pockets of his expensive suit pants. “I didn’t want to move in permanently until I started a family.”

  I stare at him. Okay, how many times can a man steal my words in one night?

  “You want a family?” I gasp.

  “No, just you.” He kisses me softly as he squeezes my behind. “For now.”

  He pulls me out of his wardrobe and into the bathroom. The floors and walls are white marble. There is a huge round stone bath sitting in the middle of the room, and behind it is a large walk-in triple shower with a bench seat. The taps and fixtures are gold, and the entire back wall is mirrored.

  “Holy fuck.” I put my hands over my mouth.

  “I like this bathroom. This bathroom can stay,” he says casually.

  I look over to him. “Can you hear yourself, right now?”

  “What?” He takes me into his arms and bends to kiss me.

  “You sound like a rich snob,” I mumble against his lips.

  He chuckles. “Maybe I am.” He pulls me again back into the room. “I hope you’ll be happy here.”

  My eyes fall to him. “You are the only thing I care about in here, Rici. The rest is just…” I stop myself from saying something derogatory. “If you lived in a shack, I would love it just as much.”

  He stands tall, his hands in the pockets of his expensive navy suit, he seems so in control and powerful. An enigma, all of his own.

  I can’t believe this night, I can’t believe he wants me.

  Is this real?

  As if he’s been waiting all night to get me alone, he steps forward and kisses me, his tongue sweeping through my open lips, and he grabs the back of my head to guide me where he wants me.

  I know this kiss.

  I crave this kiss.

  He closes the door, flicks the lock, and then turns toward me.

  “Voglio la mia donna, nel mio letto intorno al mio cazzo,” he purrs.

  Hearing his whispered Italian voice does things to my insides. “Translate for me?” I whisper.

  “I want my woman in my bed… around my cock.” He kisses me hard. “Right fucking now.” Our teeth clash as he pulls me toward him with urgency. “Get it off. Get your fucking clothes off.” In one swift movement, he lifts my dress over my head.

  I stand before him in a black, lacy G-string and matching bra. His eyes darken as they drop down my body. He puts his hands on my shoulders and pushes me down to my knees in front of him. Desperate to please him, I wait for his instruction as I try to control my erratic heartbeat.

  There are two men in my life. One is carefree and gentle. Rici, the man who makes beautiful love to me. The other one is the man who fucks me like he hates me. My body is his. He takes what he wants, how he wants, and it’s so fucking hot, I can’t stand it.

  Enrico Ferrara is here in all his glory tonight, and anticipation is thumping hard through my body.

  He takes his suit jacket off and throws it to the side. He loosens his tie with a sharp snap, and he tears it off. With his eyes locked on mine, he unzips his suit pants and takes his cock out. He gives it a slow stroke, and my insides clench hard.

  “Apri la bocca,” he says.

  My legs open wider, knees scratching on the carpet.

  “Sto per scoparti la bocca.”

  He kicks off his shoes and drops his pants. I’m blessed with this sight of his huge cock at eye level. Thick veins course down its engorged length as it hangs heavily between his legs. Pre-ejaculate drips from its end as it searches for swollen wet flesh.

  My eyes close, and I hold my breath. He walks around me, sizing me up. Working out how he wants to fuck me.

  “Succhia il mio cazzo.”

  “Translate,” I whisper. “I don’t understand you.”

  He grabs a handful of my hair and tugs my head back sharply so our eyes meet. “Then learn, because I only fuck in Italian.”

  “Yes,” I pant up at him as the grip on my hair becomes painful.

  His dark eyes hold mine, and he aggressively jerks my head again. “I said… suck my fucking cock.”

  My insides melt and my body screams to be dominated.

  God, I love him like this.

  I lean forward and take him deep down my throat. He hisses in approval and tenderly pushes the hair back from my forehead as he watches me. I gag, struggling to take him.

  “All of it,” he commands. “Take me whole.”

  He pushes himself deeper, and I instantly gag again. He smiles darkly. The bastard is loving watching me struggle with his size.

  I close my eyes to calm myself, and we get into a rhythm. He grabs my hair in his hands and begins to ride my mouth, and I watch him begin to come undone. With every pump, there’s something a little more animal in his eyes.

  He’s turning me inside out.

  “Up,” he commands as he pulls me from the floor. “In ginocchio.”

  I stare at him, desperately wishing I knew what he wanted.

  “On your hands and knees on the bed.”

  I motion to undo my bra, and he holds his hand up for me to stop. “Leave them on.”

  I hesitate for a beat, and then get onto the bed on my knees.

  “Drop to your elbows.”

  I drop to my elbows.

  “Legs wider apart.”

  I shuffle my legs wider apart, and I drop my head to try and regulate my breathing.

  He circles me on the bed, stopping directly behind me. He rubs his hand over my bare ass and down my thigh, and then over to the other side. I hold my breath. Goosebumps scatter over my skin, and then he gives me a sharp slap.

  “Ahh!” I cry. I’m pushed forward into the mattress. He rubs the sting affectionately, and then slaps me hard again. He inhales sharply, and I know he’s nearing the edge of his sanity. What the hell is going on here? His dominance over me has risen another notch. I’ve not seen him like this before.

  My body begins to throb, and I can hear my heartbeat in my ears. My knees part farther apart. I just need to be fucked.

  Hard.

  He pulls me back to the edge of the bed and pushes his cock between my cheeks. He leans forward and takes off my bra. He cups my breasts as his teeth nip at my shoulder. He lifts my hair to one side and latches onto my neck. He sucks as he squeezes one of my nipples hard, and I nearly come.

  Holy fucking shit. What kind of sex is this?

  I’m panting and dripping wet as he takes full control of my body.

  He continues to suck the back of my neck as his hands roam up and over my breasts, his large cock writhing between the cheeks of my behind as the weight of his body forces me farther into the mattress.

  I quiver. I’m going to come. I can’t hold it.

  He bends and pulls my G-string to the side. I smile into the mattress, and I feel his breath on my cheeks. He blesses me with a tender kiss.

  His tongue reaches out and brushes over my back entrance.

  I flinch.

  What the fuck?

  I try to move but he holds me in place and licks me again.

  My eyes close, and I moan against the mattress. Oh, my fucking God.

  “Rici,” I whisper.

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nbsp; “Shh.” He breathes into me as his large hand holds me in place. “I want all of you.”

  I can see his cock between my legs. It’s dripping and rock hard. He licks me again, and I can feel his whiskers on my behind. He begins to really eat me, and all I can do is screw up the blankets beneath me.

  Holy fucking god……what the hell is going on here?

  He slowly slides my panties down my legs and takes them off. My heart is racing so fast. What the hell is he going to do to me?

  He spreads my legs wider, his tongue really tempting me, and then he slides his thumb deep into my ass at the same time he puts his thick cock into my sex.

  My eyes roll back in my head, and I cry out…

  In pleasure.

  In pain.

  In total fucking ecstasy.

  My knees buckle, and he slaps me hard with his free hand.

  “Stay up,” he barks.

  His cock slowly slides out, and my mouth falls open. He slides it back in time with his thumb. He gets harder and faster with both cock and thumb. Then he takes his thumb out and slowly eases himself into its place.

  Deep, where no man has gone before.

  A claiming. . .my eyes roll back in my head to the sound of his hiss.

  I can’t talk.

  I can’t hear.

  I can only feel him.

  Enrico Ferrara, the god.

  My god.

  “Oh, mia bella ragazza, mi sei mancata.”

  With the sound of his whispered words and the feeling of his cock, I begin to moan as his pumps get deeper and deeper and it feels so fucking good that I can’t stand it.

  It sends me over the edge. I cry out as an earth-shattering orgasm rips through my body.

  “Ah!” he cries as he loses control, he grabs my hipbones with force.

  He begins to fuck me hard. The sounds of our skin slapping together echoes around the room.

  “Fuck. Fuck, ohh,” he hisses as he holds himself deep.

  I feel the jerk of his cock deep inside of me as he fills me with his thick semen.

  He continues to slowly pump me as he completely empties himself deep inside of me, and then he leans over me and turns my face to his.

  I have nothing left. I am completely spent—wet with perspiration, my morals smashed to pieces.

  “I’m going to make you happy.” His lips take mine, and we kiss. I feel the last of my sanity fall away.

  “Rici,” I whimper into his mouth.

  “I’ve waited all my life for you, Olivia,” he whispers.

  My eyes fill with tears. “Thank God you found me.”

  He pulls out of my body as his lips hold mine. I wince at the loss of his body. It hurt coming out as much as it did going in.

  He leads me into the shower and holds me tightly in his arms as he turns it on. I’m speechless.

  I can only cling to him, my emotions raw.

  I never expected that, I never expected to want it.

  Everything about today is new.

  We get in under the water, and he soaps up his hands and takes his time. He washes me as we kiss. It’s not sexual; it’s loving, caring, and everything I thought we would never be.

  We don’t speak. Words are irrelevant right now.

  He missed me. With all of his heart he missed me. I can feel it with every touch.

  For a long time, we stand under the hot water in each other’s arms, and I feel so warm and safe that I’m falling asleep against him. It’s like the torture of the last few weeks without him have come to an exhausted head and I can hardly keep my eyes open.

  “Come, my bella. Bedtime, baby.” He helps me out of the shower and dries me carefully with a towel before I get into bed.

  He turns off the lights and climbs in behind me. Then he lovingly pulls the blankets up over me. “Sleep, my love.”

  I close my eyes, completely exhausted.

  “Non ti lascerò mai andare via,” he whispers into my ear. “I’m never going to let you go.” He puts his arms around me from behind and kisses my shoulder.

  I smile into my pillow.

  I’ve died and gone to Ferrara Heaven.

  19

  Olivia

  The need to go to the bathroom wakes me from my deep sleep, and I roll over in the darkness.

  What time is it? It’s pitch-black. I sit up and rise out of bed, feeling my way around the room. I fumble until I find my handbag and take my phone out. It’s nearly 9:00 a.m. Why is it so fucking dark in here?

  I put the torch on my phone and go to the bathroom and return to bed as my eyes finally acclimatize.

  Rici is lying flat on his back, fast asleep, one hand behind his head and the other safely holding his dick. His black hair is messy against his pillow. His dark eyelashes flutter, and his big red lips part as he inhales. I smile as I watch him.

  So peaceful and perfect.

  I lie onto my side to face him. My mind goes to last night and the love that we made.

  I feel myself blush.

  He’s so dirty, and it’s so damn hot.

  I’ve never been with anyone even remotely like him.

  Never in a million years did I think I would like the things that he does to me. When we have sex, I completely forget who I am.

  Because I am his. His to do what he wants with.

  My eyes roam down his broad chest and dark hair. Over his rippled abs, too, and then lower to his perfectly kept pubic hair and dick. Even when fast asleep and flaccid, he’s one hell of a man.

  His begins to stir, and I have to stop myself from cuddling up to him and waking him up.

  Maybe I should go and make breakfast for us?

  Yes. I’ll do that. I get up and look for something to put on. Rici’s pale blue shirt from last night is still on the floor. I throw it on, grab my phone, and make my way out into the hallway.

  The entire house is pitch black. What the hell? Why is it so dark? I don’t get it. There must be some kickass drapes on the windows. I put my cell’s torch back on and tiptoe toward the stairs. Finally, the sensory lights come on and light my way down the grand staircase.

  Once at the bottom, I flick the light on, and I look around in wonder. I’ve never been anywhere like this.

  Money is no object.

  Everything is over the top luxury. Everything is perfect.

  Like him.

  Enrico Ferrara, you are one major mindfuck.

  Yesterday, I was heartbroken over you. Today, I’ve moved in.

  What the hell?

  Natalie is going to lose her shit at me.

  I make my way into the kitchen, turn the light on, and stand for a moment as I take it all in. It’s an all-white state of the art kitchen with beautiful coffee-colored marble floors. The best appliances money can buy sit on every surface, and there’s a huge copper range hood that hangs over the triple oven and hotplates.

  Wow, what the hell could you cook in this kitchen? Hopefully good food.

  I smirk at the thought of serving up something crappy. I wonder where I could buy packet pasta.

  I peer into the fridge, only to be pleasantly surprised to find that it’s fully stocked. There’s lots of fresh fruit, vegetables, and meat. I open the pantry and find a selection of breads and oils. Antonia must have bought all this stuff for us coming here. Or maybe it’s just constantly stocked, and the food goes to waste half the time. I search through the cupboards to find the pots and pans, and then I get to work.

  Rici likes fruit for breakfast, but when he’s with me he’s been having eggs and bacon. All those ingredients are here. I’ll make him a smorgasbord—try and impress him with my culinary skills.

  Half an hour later, I have a plate of freshly cut up fruit, poached eggs on sourdough with a side of bacon and avocado. There’s also a cup of the strongest coffee known to man. I don’t know how to work that fucking coffee machine. This is the fourth cup I’ve made, and they all taste like shit, but it’s the thought that counts right?

  I load it all onto a
tray and make my way upstairs.

  I carefully place it down on the table in his room and, feeling proud of myself, I lay myself down beside him.

  He inhales sharply as he wakes. “Hmm, bella,” he sighs sleepily.

  I swear, Rici Ferrara’s bedroom voice should be used for all voiceovers. That deep, raspy tone sends shivers down my spine.

  He kisses my forehead and holds me close as he begins to doze back off.

  “I made you breakfast.” I smile against his chest.

  “Hmm.” He frowns. “What?” He peels his eyes open.

  “I made you breakfast.” I stand and go to get the tray. I put it down on his bedside table.

  He leans up on his elbows and smiles sleepily. “You spoil me.”

  “Baby, you have no idea how spoilt you are going to be.” I lean in to kiss him softly and he wraps his arms around me and pulls me down on top of him. In one quick movement, he flips me over so I am beneath him.

  “I wanted to have you for breakfast.”

  I giggle up at him. “You have me all day.”

  He gives me a sharp pump with his hips. “And I will.”

  He rolls off me, sits up, and then hits a button on his bedside. I hear a motorized sound. I look around to see the shutters over the windows rising. Natural light begins to flood through the room.

  “What the heck is that?” I frown.

  “Security shutters.”

  “On every window?”

  He sips his coffee. “Yes, bella.”

  “What on earth for?”

  “So that people can’t shoot through the glass.”

  My mouth falls open. “Are you serious?”

  He smiles, amused by my horror. “Yes, security shutters are for security.” He raises his brows as he sips his coffee. “Shocking, isn’t it?”

  “Smartass.” I point to his plate. “Eat your breakfast.”

  He smiles and starts to eat. I walk over and pull the drapes back to look outside. My breath catches.

  “Oh my God,” I whisper. He chuckles and I turn to him. “That view?”

  “Beautiful, huh?” He chews his food casually.