Tuscan Heat (SoBe Heat Book 1)

by Anise Storm

  He growled and the vibration on her clit had her desperately clinging to whatever she could grab. Lania’s entire body was on fire, fueled solely by his ministrations. Damn, either she was suffering from a severe lack of sex or Mario was really damn good. Whatever it was, she would find a way to downplay it later.

  His mouth and fingers grew more insistent and just like that, she orgasmed for a second time. Right in the midst of the first aftershock, everything became a blur as her legs were moved to his waist and she was suddenly upright once again. He captured her lips with his own, and Lania tasted her essence on the tongue he thrust forcefully inside.

  The next thing she knew, they’d moved from the living room straight into her bedroom. When close enough to the four-poster bed in the center, he ripped his mouth from hers and tossed her on top of the mattress. As soon as her back hit the cool comforter, Mario’s hard body covered her completely.

  “You’re way overdressed, stud,” she said aloud when the hand she slipped between them encountered his pants instead of the hard cock she could feel behind the zipper.

  “You’re right,” Mario admitted as he reluctantly moved off her and stood beside the bed. She watched as he practically ripped his shirt off and then brought his hands to the waistline of his pants. Her mouth watered when he flicked the button open and then lowered the zipper. Soon the denim was on the floor with the rest of his clothing. His cock was hard, bobbing against his abdomen as he circled around the bed. “Inginocchiati!”

  Her eyes flew open at the command, spoken in their native tongue. Did he actually expect her to kneel? Lania was torn between telling him off and doing exactly what he instructed her to do. When his hand squeezed his shaft, and she saw the beaded dot of pre-cum on the tip, she moved to her knees.

  Chapter 15

  HIS COCK ACHED IN the worst way for any touch from her, and he’d nearly sighed when she got on all fours and crawled to the edge of the bed. “Succhiami il cazzo,” he rasped as he raised his aching flesh to her mouth.

  He couldn’t wait to feel Lania’s bee stung lips wrapped around his cock. When they parted, he thrust the tip inside, immediately feeling the warmth of her mouth scorch him. Fuck! Her mouth was even more sinful than he’d ever imagine it would be. She looked up at him with those wide green eyes as her tongue swirled around his thick length. Gripping her head between his hands, he thrust forward, reveling in the sound of her gagging when he nudged the back of her throat with the tip.

  Lania quickly controlled her breathing and then brought one of her small hands to his sac, pulling and twisting it until he growled. “Don’t play with me, Melania.”

  Her hands continued with their sensual torment all the while her teeth grazed the large vein on the underside of his cock as it slid slowly in and out of her mouth. Mario felt her lips form a smile around the head as she teased him. One of his hands slid from her cheek to the back of her head, fisting a large handful of her dark chocolate silk.

  Smirking, he pulled her hair roughly, causing his cock to slip from between those lips. “Since you want to tease me, little girl,” he said, “I’m going to make you beg for me.” And just when she glared at him, Mario added, “Again.”

  “You insufferable bastard,” she seethed. Mario let go of her and stepped back. Lania must’ve thought that he was leaving because something akin to relief washed over her features. It was only when he picked up his pants to grab a condom from his wallet that she spoke again. “You were awfully sure of yourself, I see.”

  He merely grinned. “I’m always prepared, Melania. You of all people should know that.”

  Lania rolled her eyes at his last statement. Damn! He loved to push her buttons. Her reactions were absolutely priceless. Mario tore the foil wrapper open and sheathed his cock, watching her eyes grow wide. Surely she didn’t think they were finished.

  Returning to her, he pushed on her shoulders until she fell back onto the blankets. His body followed, covering her completely. Just as she’d done when they were in this same position earlier, her small hand slid between them. Mario allowed her to stroke his shaft a few times as he lowered his head to one of her breasts.

  Those berry ripe tips were hard and perfect for the plucking. Sucking on one of them, Mario pressed it to the roof of his mouth and licked the surrounding area until she writhed beneath him. He brought two fingers to her other one and alternated between pinching and biting them until she squeezed his dick in warning.

  “I can’t wait to fuck you again, Melania. I want to sink so deep inside you,” he rasped, and then mentally added, And inside your mind. “I want to ruin you for anyone else.”

  “No chance of that,” she quickly responded before moaning when he kissed his way over her breast to her throat and bit down on her throbbing pulse point.

  Mario almost chuckled at her answer. There was no way she didn’t feel at least a little something for him. If there was one thing he knew, it was women, and she was as transparent as they came. She could lie to him and to herself, but sooner or later she’d see the same truth he’d known all along. They were meant to be together.

  “Apri le gambe,” he told her, and when her legs spread, he pushed them farther apart with his knee. He had to be inside of her soon, but Mario still intended to make her beg exactly as he’d promised. Grabbing her arms, he moved them over her head, pinning them to the mattress.

  As Mario’s body hovered above Melania, his eyes locked in on hers, and he nudged the tip of his cock against her pussy. He’d missed this moment when they were in Italy and refused to again. Holding her gaze, he slowly entered her, partially filling her pulsing core before he withdrew. He repeated his actions, this time drawing a low moan from her. Fuck! If that wasn’t one of the sweetest sounds he’d ever heard. As beautiful as it was, it wasn’t what he wanted to hear. When he withdrew again, this time he didn’t reenter her, opting instead to lower his head to her neck.

  He’d never get tired of kissing her, and one of these nights he’d taste every inch of her. His mouth continued to skim over her skin, back down to her breasts to recapture first one and then the other nipple into his mouth before moving over her clavicle and back to her throat. The entire time he teased her, his cock hardened further. Every inch of his rock hard length slid through her wet slit with each movement he made.

  “Are you going to fuck me soon, De Palma?” she asked in a frustrated voice. “If not, then get the hell off me and out of my condo so I can finish the job myself.”

  “Finish, Melania?” he responded with a chuckle as he kissed his way to her pouty lips, making sure to nip the bottom one and tug. Another moan escaped from her, and he added, “We’ve only just started.”

  Grinding himself against her more, he heard her huff. “Then can you get to it?”

  “Get to what?” he asked, feigning innocence as he slid back inside of her wet heat. “This?”

  “Y-yes,” she stammered as he buried another few inches inside of her. Since she was pinned to the bed, she couldn’t quite control him the way she wanted. That only infuriated her more.

  There was never a dull moment with Melania Barone. She’d always sparked something deep inside of him with her passion, quick wit, and fiery temper. Everything they said about Italian women was true, and in all his time there in Italy and the surrounding areas, he’d never met anyone who personified those things like she did.

  “If you want me to fuck you, little girl, then simply ask.” Mario was determined to see those lips part and hear her beg. He’d torture her all night if he had to, until she did.

  “Fuck you,” she groaned out while trying to wriggle free. The more she squirmed, the deeper he went inside of her. He’d stilled all movements, and she wasn’t satisfied with just the fullness of his cock in her pussy.

  Mario knew what she wanted and was prepared to give her all that and more once she did as he wanted. “It’s one single word. Say it and I’ll fuck you so hard and so fast you won’t know where one orgasm ends and the next
one begins. Scout’s honor.”

  “A s-scout,” she sputtered. “You are no more a boy scout than I am an angel. If it’ll make you feel better, then fine…” She paused and then swallowed hard. “Please.”

  His lips quirked into a smirk, and he withdrew again. “That wasn’t so hard, but this will be.” With those words, he thrust forcefully inside of her, causing her to gasp out loud.

  This time, Mario didn’t stop as he slammed into her drenched channel repeatedly. She was so fucking tight, fisting his cock, and he found himself having to hold back his own climax. Gritting his teeth as he worked himself in and out of her, he finally released her hands.

  “Strofinati la clitoride,” he instructed her, pleased when a few of those dainty fingers moved to her clit and began rubbing it as he asked.

  Her entire body trembled, and he sensed she was close to an orgasm. Using his own hands, he brought them to her hard nipples, rolling and tweaking the tips between his fingers, feeling her walls tighten around him. Her body was coated in a layer of perspiration, and he assumed his was as well.

  Mario never let up on the punishing rhythm as he fucked, and unbeknownst to Melania, claimed her as his. The night in the pool couldn’t hold a candle to the way she felt beneath him, sober and aware of everything he was doing to her. She felt so incredible and when she climaxed, her pussy strangled his cock. His own orgasm was just out of reach, but he intended to deliver on everything he’d told her he would.

  Dropping his hands to her hips, he effortlessly lifted her trembling body until he had Melania exactly where he wanted her. Gripping her hips tightly, he powered in and out of her, even harder and faster than before, feeling her come again. He flashed a feral grin at her before driving her toward the edge one final time. When he saw the absolute surrender in those emerald depths, he thrust one more time and stilled, finally allowing his own release.

  Mario had no idea afterward how long they remained joined together so intimately, but eventually he withdrew from her and walked into the bathroom. It only took a few minutes to fill her tub three-quarters of the way up with warm water. After adding some bubbles, he walked back into the bedroom, lifting her boneless body off the bed.

  She offered very little resistance, which was surprising enough. It seemed she was much more amenable to his touch when ensconced in a post-orgasmic bliss. He’d have to remember that for future encounters. Mario carried her to the tub and placed her inside. She murmured something in a drowsy tone, so he opted to wait on his shower and began to run the body loofah over her body.

  He’d marked her neck, along with other areas, and one day he’d mark her in a more symbolic way. Melania allowed him to wash and then dry her off before he pulled the covers down and got her settled into bed. It didn’t take long for her to drift off to sleep. Once she was out, he reentered the bathroom and let the water out of the tub before he took his shower.

  Mario stood under the scalding spray for the longest time, knowing he’d leave when finished. He also knew that despite his best intentions, they still hadn’t gotten a chance to talk about De Palmas and her father’s help with the place. Hopefully, Gorgio would call his daughter and explain everything. If not, he’d have a talk with the man because it wouldn’t matter how often he fucked Melania, he’d never win her trust and ultimately, her love, if she still entertained the crazy notion that he was trying to sabotage her.

  Finally, he turned off the water, dried off, and got dressed before tossing the damp towels into her hamper. Melania was sleeping so peacefully, which was a direct contradiction to the little hellcat when awake. She almost looked innocent, but even he knew better than that.

  Shaking his head, Mario leaned over and kissed her forehead before exiting her condo. A large part of him wanted to be the last person she saw when she went to sleep each night and the first person she saw each morning when she woke up. He’d not earned that privilege yet, although he was determined to one day soon.

  He walked outside and when he got into his Maserati, he reached into his pants pocket and retrieved the lacy pair of panties she had worn earlier. This would be added to the other one she gifted him at her father’s house a few weeks earlier. Grinning, he remembered his promise to her that night and was glad he’d read her correctly. Tonight she’d begged while on her knees, but if things played out the way he hoped they would, some day in the future, he’d be the one on his knees, with her hand in his.

  Chapter 16

  “THERE SHOULD BE A rule against having to cook when you’re not even the one hosting the party,” she complained as she placed the last of the foil containers into her passenger side seat. Lania wasn’t really angry about having to cook and then bringing the food to Rachaela’s for their girls’ night in. She was upset because it had been over a week and despite a half dozen calls, Mario De Palma had not returned to her condo.

  She’d not only avoided his calls but also those from her father. The two had probably cooked up some sort of explanation they’d thought would appease her, but little did they know, there was nothing that could be said to right the wrongs they inflicted upon her. She knew her friends would most likely tell her to stop being a drama queen. In fact, Olivia had said something to that effect more than once over the past week. Business was still as steady as ever at Basilico and with the start of the summer season upon them, she hoped they would increase even more.

  As she circled around her car and got into the driver’s side, she caught a glance at her reflection in the rearview mirror. Her hair was damp and sticking to her head. “You have to love this Miami heat,” she remarked aloud in a sarcastic tone. “Not!”

  She quickly stuck the key in the ignition of her Porsche and turned her air conditioner to high. A blast of cold air assaulted Lania, and she sighed contentedly. Thankfully, Rachaela lived about fifteen minutes from the beach, so she’d have time to bask in the cold interior of her car before having to brave the inferno once more.

  It was odd to have a girls’ night in at Rachaela’s place, and Lania couldn’t even remember the last time that they had. It wasn’t that her friend’s townhouse wasn’t nice, it was just that it was so far from the ocean compared to everyone else’s residences. The Yankee beauty was in the middle of an important case and would be working up to the wire, which was why Lania suggested that she’d cook and cater the meal for the group tonight. There were no objections to that suggestion, not that there ever had been. All of the girls loved her cooking and it was a hobby Lania enjoyed.

  She didn’t have many win-win type of situations in her life, so she’d take them when she could. As she hit a patch of rush hour traffic, her mind started to wander. Of course it would have to land on Mario De Palma. Why was she so hung up on the jerk? Lania knew she was nothing more than another notch in his bedpost, yet she allowed herself to give in to him and even beg for sex.

  Her nose wrinkled up in remembrance of how she groveled not once, but twice in the same night. Mario probably considered that a personal best. She had to figure out a way to combat his effect on her before she ended up swallowing all of her pride. Because she hadn’t been able to shake him from her mind, it was the primary reason she’d been avoiding his calls and text messages. A part of her wanted to pick up the phone and tell him that he was lousy in bed and that she’d had better, but knew he would see right through that lie. Knowing him, he’d want to come over to test the theory. She couldn’t allow that.

  “Ugh,” she groaned out in frustration. Why did he have to come back into town and into her life? She’d been living so happily, and now, there seemed to be a void in her world. She shuddered to think about Mario De Palma being the one to fill it. All the joy she’d felt over owning a luxury condo and her own restaurant seemed to pale when she thought about her social life, and more importantly, the sexual part of it.

  The playboy reentered her life, and she was acting like some sort of virgin with wide eyes. Lania hadn’t had many sexual partners, but she did date, and on occasion those nigh
ts turned into something more. Not one of those other guys ever left her as discombobulated as Mario did. What was it about him that had her acting like a fool over him? She was at a loss for answers and hoped that maybe her girls could offer up some advice so she could finally tell De Palma to fuck off, and mean it.

  When she reached Rachaela’s place, she could already see everyone’s vehicles except for Jade’s. Shaking her head, they all joked that the brunette realtor would be late to her own funeral. She saw Niles’ silver Shelby Mustang GT500 parked right beside Arielle’s white BMW I8. A few spaces down was Kimara’s blue Mercedes C-class and Rachaela’s red Honda CR-V. There were no closer spaces to her place which was par for the course as far as luck had gone for her lately.

  Circling around the parking lot, she saw Olivia getting out of her white Lexus IS 350. There was an empty space two cars down, and she quickly pulled her Porsche into the parking place. Liv walked over to Lania’s car and she could’ve hugged her friend. “Do you mind helping me bring this food inside?”

  “Not at all,” the blonde replied as she opened the passenger side door. There were four large containers of food on the seat and both women picked up two apiece.

  “Thanks, Liv. You’re a lifesaver,” she said, smiling as they walked toward Rachaela’s townhouse. “It looks like everyone else is here except you know who. She might make it in time for dessert. I made cannoli’s.”

  “Yum,” Olivia replied. “And if she isn’t, then I call dibs on hers.”

  They giggled as they walked up the steps. Kimara must have been looking for them because she opened the door before they even reached the top step. Lania handed off the food to the other woman and then waited for Olivia to enter before closing the door.