Claimed By Dad's Italian Best Friend: An Instalove Possessive Alpha Romance (A Man Who Knows What He Wants Book 173)

by Flora Ferrari

  "Beppe! Wait...can we talk?"

  He turns around and I draw in a sharp breath, stunned by how quickly my body reacts to him. My nippes are tense and tight and my heart is pounding. I swallow hard, already picturing kissing him again.

  "What is there to talk about?"

  I feel my heart clench painfully and the heat in my cheeks sear hotter. Didn't it mean anything to him at all?

  "You-you kissed me," I manage to stutter out, eyes drifting away from his, down to the marble floor. "Was that it?"

  And then Beppe steps closer, crowding me with his big body hulking over mine and I look up to meet his eyes. Again, his large hand cups my chin and I blink up at him, barely daring to breathe because I don't want to start crying.

  "No, Dana. That was the beginning."

  Without warning, Beppe ducks and his arms come around me, scooping me up under my knees. I squeal as he picks me up with a possessive, playful growl and there's nothing I can do about it as he carries me in his arms up the winding cantilevered staircase to his apartment, right at the top of the hotel.

  Every doubt I ever had melts away and I can't stop myself from giggling when he pauses at the door to juggle his key, all the while making sure he doesn't knock me against the door frame in his hurry. He makes me feel like a princess, and I never even knew I wanted that, but when he's so focused on me it's the best thing in the world.

  He wants me more than anyone has ever wanted me before, and I am one hundred percent on board. My nipples have been like bullets beneath my bra every time I look in his direction, and I know he's the cause.

  The rest of the building is lavish and marble clad, but it should be no surprise to me that Beppe has saved the best part of the old palazzo for himself. Way back in history, the building would have been the palace of one of the most wealthy families in Florence - now the man I'm falling for lives here in a perfect world of his creation.

  The large rooms are calm and cool and the floor to ceiling windows open out onto a terrace. The view is the skyline of the city, terra cotta roof tiles now all dark, with only the odd few twinkling lights scattered, but in the day I know they'd be baking in the sun, and best of all there's a clear view of the floodlit, pointed dome of the Duomo.

  I can imagine us sitting out here, having breakfast, watching the sunset, taking in the stars, but for now that's the last thing on my mind.

  The hum of the air conditioner keeping the bedroom cool is more than welcome as he opens the door and I draw in a little gasp at the sight of the huge bed, a four poster made up with crisp white sheets, with net drapes gently billowing in the circulating air.

  "Do you want this, Dana?" He asks, eyes searching my face, and I know he sees my stab of insecurity, but the very last thing I want is for him to change his mind.

  I nod determinedly before I can whisper out my answer. "Yes. I want everything you can give me."

  Beppe grins, a soft laugh spilling out of his mouth.

  I only get a handful of seconds to take it in before he tosses me down onto the mattress.

  Whatever else happens, I know I'm not leaving this room with a single shred of my virginity intact. Tonight, all my dreams are going to come true.

  Beppe

  As soon as I throw Dana down onto the bed, I know exactly what I want to do. The mattress dips as I climb on, and she eyes me like I'm the predator I know I am. Instinct makes her scoot up towards the pillows, but I make a grab for her ankle and pull her back down.

  Her breathing makes her chest heave, but she doesn't resist me. She's the one spreading her legs for me and I know she’s everything I want. She's the only woman I'm ever going to sleep with for the rest of my days.

  "Beppe…"

  "Dana." I'm going to make her forget there are any other men on the whole planet apart from me. I'm going to show her why it is Italians are such world-renowned lovers and make sure she never wants to leave my side.

  With great care, I take off her strappy sandals and smooth my hands along the fine run of legs, moving steadily up. She shudders as my fingers trace the softness of her inner thigh and the sight's enough to make my cock throb and pulse within the confines of my too tight pants.

  Dana deserves to be worshipped like the goddess that she is, but right now I'm having trouble holding myself back. I want to grind her into the mattress and jackhammer into her pussy until she knows she's mine, and at the same time, I want to take my sweet time and appreciate every inch of her.

  I tug at the buttons of her blouse, not caring that the thin fabric rips. I'll buy her another one. I'll buy her ten. Right now, there needs to be nothing between us. Her pristine white bra barely holds the ample swell of her breasts and it's my duty to release her from it.

  Dana lets out a little sigh as I unhook her bar, and smooth my hands over her mounds, ducking down to kiss at her pillowy breasts. My thumbs strum over her nipples, circling them slowly enough to have her gasping out a moan and rocking in against me.

  Even through my pants I can feel her pussy is wet against the straining length of my cock. It won't be long before she has me deep inside her.

  Her hands land on my shirt front and she fumbles with the buttons, way too slow for my liking. With a gruff growl, I tug at it, yanking hard enough to send the buttons scattering across the room and I shrug out of it, unconcerned about the damage.

  "Oh Beppe!"

  The way she looks at me, like she's won some kind of prize, couldn't be a bigger ego boost. But it's not my ego that needs boosting right about now.

  I tug at the fastening at the top of her skirt, and Dana wiggles on the bed to help me free her from it. It needs to be gone, completely. All of our clothes do.

  "I need you so much right now Dana."

  "Oh Beppe, I need you too."

  She looks at me, and for a moment I think I see nerves, but then she blinks and her hands fumble for my belt buckle. It's only when I realize that her hands are shaking too badly to grip my fly that I grab her by the wrist.

  "Dana… what is it?"

  She looks up again, eyes wide and biting her lip like she really doesn't want to say a thing.

  "Beppe… I just - I don't know what I'm doing. I don't want to disappoint you. I-I've never done this before. I'm a virgin," she says, her cheeks burning red and she looks down like she's ashamed of herself, but every single part of me is thrumming with renewed arousal.

  "No one apart from me has touched you?" I confirm.

  She draws in a shaky little breath, eyes still downcast. "No one. I've barely even been kissed before. You must be able to tell."

  I let out a tortured groan. She's going to be the death of me. "Fuck, Dana."

  "I'm sorry. I know you don't need some kid to-"

  "You're no kid." My voice is forceful, and I crush her mouth against mine, kissing her with every possessive urge in me, my tongue thrusting in deep, driven by the knowledge that I might be the only one to ever plunder her.

  Dana is breathless when I pull away, and I cup her jaw, looking deep into her eyes.

  "You're the sexiest woman I've ever met, and I'm going to show you just how glad I am you saved yourself for me. From now on, the only people who matter are me and you."

  "You-you really don't mind?"

  I level my eyes with hers and I know they turn stormy at just the thought of having to share her with anyone else at all. "You're mine. Why would I want anyone to have you first? I get to have you completely. You'll never know anyone else's touch. Don't be sorry, Dana, you're making all my fantasies come true."

  I guide her hand back to my straining fly and this time she slips the top button open and slides the zipper down with a hungry little lick of her lips that nearly makes me crawl the length of her body and force my cock between her plump lips.

  I groan, diving down between her thighs again, needing to count slowly in my head to stop myself from going off way too soon and making a mess all over her. I tug at her panties with my teeth and Dana gasps, arching her back off the
sheets as I rip them away.

  "Oh Beppe!"

  I go down on her without mercy, plunging my tongue deep into her sweet, slick pussy, drinking in her juices as she writhes against me. She's breathless. Every flicker of my tongue makes her moan like she can't believe the pleasure coursing through her. I can't believe how reactive she is, can't believe I get to be the one to show her exactly what she's been missing out on.

  Dana

  Beppe does something with his tongue that makes the whole room dance with sparks and I arch sharply, heat flooding through every inch of my body, making my eyes roll back in my head. I'm delirious and squirming, and I know that he's not going to stop until I can't remember my own name.

  I never thought sex could be like this, but then again, I can't picture it being so good with anyone apart from him. I trust Beppe completely. When he touches me, I know he wants me, and when his tongue finds that place inside me, I nearly come apart five different ways.

  My orgasm hits me like a wall, rolling through me with a force I never could have imagined. I can't stop myself from clamping my thighs around his head in some kind of desperate panic that he might pull back, but he doesn't do that at all. Beppe ups the pressure, his tongue flickering madly and his face rutting in hard against me, relentless as I ride the first wave, and then I realize he's not pulling off at all. I don't know what to do with myself as he forces me over the next edge before I can barely draw breath. I'm so sensitized I nearly flinch as his tongue lathes over me. For a moment I'm tense, resisting him, and then everything falls away and I'm nothing but an electric cable cut free and throwing sparks.

  I come twice more, shouting out his name and only after the third wave does Beppe ease, sitting back on his haunches with a satisfied grin.

  "Now, my darling, I think that you are ready for more."

  His rock solid cock seems even bigger now than when I undid his fly and he kicks his pants off the rest of the way. I know I want him. I know the gorgeous, throbbing length was made to go inside me and my body's impatient to have him. Even though I've never had anything inside me, I know that's right where he belongs and I reach out, stretching my fingers wide around his girth to draw him close to me.

  Beppe lets out a low hiss and my eyes widen in concern.

  "Careful, right now I've got a hair trigger."

  "I'm sorry," I say.

  I bite my lip to stop my grin, salivating slightly at the thought of him going off early, covering me all over with his seed. I want him in me more than anything, but the thought of that is nearly as good.

  Beppe straddles me and I spread my legs for him, guiding his hot fleshy cock head between the slick lips of my pussy.

  "Never apologize."

  With a slow, determined thrust, Beppe pushes into me and my eyes widen at the sudden impossible fullness of his body burning into mine.

  "Ah, ohmygod!"

  HIs tongue was one thing, but this is something else and I can't stop the way my pussy clenches hungrily around him. Beppe has his eyes closed for a long, solid moment and I love the serious lines of tension on his face, because they’re there for me. I can hear him counting under his breath and I know he's forcing himself to last it out.

  Seeing him so close to losing control because of me is the hottest thing I've ever seen.

  I buck my hips a little, and Beppe shifts, holding me down against the mattress with bruising force. It shouldn't feel so good, but I love the way he's so forceful with me. I love that he knows he doesn't have to worry about me snapping in half like some kind of twig.

  "Beppe… make love to me," I beg once he looks at me again and he lets out another low growl.

  There's nothing that can hold him back after that. His whole body galvanizes and all I can do is lie back and take it as he pistons into me over and over again. Each thrust drives me wild as he punches in against the perfect spot deep inside me, but I want more. I know I'm always going to.

  His breathing races and mine syncs in with his, even as he leans down to kiss me, hard and messy and perfect.

  I can feel every single inch of his cock thrusting into me, burying as deep as he can go and sending shocks of pleasure through me each time he bottoms out. It's almost more than I can take, and for the fourth time, I feel my control slipping and everything in my vision starting to turn red.

  "Oh Beppe, I want your babies." The words are out of my mouth in a delirious rush, but there's so much truth to them I don't want to take them back.

  The sound Beppe makes is barely human. He's all beast, and I want him even more.

  And then everything shatters and I feel the force of Beppe's orgasm in the way his cock pulses impossibly harder. My body clenches tight around him and he lets out a deep, guttural groan as his body pulses, jetting long strings of his seed deep inside me.

  My hips won't stop moving and my pussy is still fluttering around him in tight little spasms, milking him for every single precious drop and I could swear I ovulate right there and then.

  He claims my mouth with his for the hundredth time that night, and I press in against him, shivering with the intensity of it all and whimpering against his lips. I'm a hot sweaty mess, and it's beautiful.

  "Beppe."

  "My Dana…"

  His words send a glow right through me. I'm his and now I always will be, I just know it.

  CHAPTER SIX

  Beppe

  Dana is sprawled out gorgeously across my bed, watching me pull my clothes on with a soft, sensual smile that I know I'm the cause of. She's basking in the flow of the air con, and the cool breeze has tiny goosebumps rising on her skin, but she looks like she's in bliss.

  "Let's get out of the city today. It's too hot to stay here," I say.

  "It really is. Can we go to the sea?"

  Dana rolls over, reaching for the glass of orange juice on her bedside table that was part of our breakfast in bed and it's tempting to retract my offer, to pull my shirt off and slide back in beside her. But after everything we did last night she must be aching, and there's no hurry now. I have the rest of our lives together to have her as many times as I want to.

  I shake my head. "I have somewhere better in mind."

  Today, I want to show her exactly what the rest of our lives could entail.

  Later, after temptation has gotten the better of me and I’ve followed Dana into the shower, I drive us to my villa in the hills. My family has owned olive groves for years, and when it was passed down to me, I turned the farmhouse into an exclusive getaway.

  There are guest rooms, but this place is no hotel. Primarily, it's my sanctuary from the world and I know now that I've been working so hard on this dream for so long because I must have always known that someday I would meet Dana and have her to share it with. And soon enough, we'll have children to run around the place. That is inevitable. Last night she took my seed deep inside her, and the way her body clenched so eagerly around me, sucking me dry, there is no way we did any less than create a brand new life.

  I have a private chef here who works up the concepts for the food we serve in the hotel and restaurant, based on local recipes and whatever produce the farm supplies. Always seasonal, always fresh. And I insist on tasting every dish before it's signed off. This place is brimming over with ripe, fresh foods and I want to share all of it with Dana.

  Lying in the sun by the pool which has its own sheltered garden, surrounded by cyprus trees, we spend the perfect morning together, dipping in and out of the baking heat of the day. It's a miracle I keep my hands to myself as much as I do because when I rub her body with suntan lotion, the only thing I can think about is having her, taking her, again and again and again.

  I have to dip into the cool water of the pool to ease the raging hardness of my still eager cock, but that only works so long when she slips into the water with a sigh of relief and a slight shiver at the difference in temperature.

  "That feels so good," she sighs again.

  "It looks even better."

 
I love the slickness of her skin and her curves couldn't be any more tempting in her polka-dot bathing suit. She looks like a movie star from old Hollywood. My very own Marilyn Monroe.

  Next to the swimming pool, bees hum in the laden fig tree and I reach up to pick one, warm and succulent, just like Dana. I split it open with my thumbs, pulling open the juicy fleshy fruit. She meets my eyes as I hold it out to her, taking a bite that has me fixated on her lips, especially when she draws my sticky fingers in with her tongue.

  "Oh wow. That's amazing."

  "Nothing better. Except with gelato and a drizzle of honey."

  Dana makes a sound that's practically orgasmic, and my cock pulses hard, standing to sharp attention. She's a goddess made to be worshipped and adored and her whole face lights up when the taste of her next mouthful hits her tongue.

  I'm almost jealous of the pleasure she's experiencing and the sounds of sheer bliss coming from her throat as she licks her lips clean. I would be, except for the fact that last night I made her come half a dozen times and every single time she was shouting out my name.

  She's mine, completely. Nothing is ever going to get in the way of that now. I wouldn't let it.

  Dana

  I thought Florence was a dream come true, but it's nothing compared to Beppe's villa. He drove us out in his Ferrari, with the top down and the dry air turning my hair to frizz and it felt like someone else's life. I'm still stuck on waking up next to him this morning, and every single way he made my body sing with his cock buried deep inside me.

  I don't care what I look like, how can I when every time Beppe looks at me, there's only hunger in his eyes. I feel so sexy knowing his attention is always so closely on me, that he likes every part of me. He's been looking at me like that since he met me and I'd assumed that it was because he didn't trust me to do my job, or that he was keeping an eye on me because of Dad, but now I know better and it's thrilling.

  Next to him, I'm perfectly in scale like I was made to be right by his side. He makes me feel small when he wraps his arms around me. I know there's nowhere else in the world I'd rather be, and I can't believe my luck that this is my life.