Amore

by Sienna Mynx

  “Buona note, Talia,” Marietta smiled.

  She glanced down at Lorenzo. His eyes were closed but there was a content smile on his lips. “Aww, sweetie, you’re tired. Let me put you to bed.”

  “I’m okay,” he sighed.

  She kissed his brow and brushed the back of her hand over his jaw. She loved it when he was like this. The most passionate times in her marriage were shared between them here in Bellagio. Her very own castle by a lake, with servants, and a prince who made love to her every night, and woke to bake hand made pizzas for her in the morning.

  “Lorenzo?” she whispered.

  After a few deep breaths he opened his eyes. His lids barely parted, his pupils were dilated. Fatigue had a strong hold over him, but still he managed to give a sly smile. “Time for your birthday present, Marie,” he groaned.

  “Now?” she asked.

  He patted her thigh. “Today is your birthday, no?”

  “Where is it?” she glanced around. She saw nothing. Then she looked back into his eyes. She put her hand over his erection. She grinned. “Ah, here it is.”

  “No, cara, that would be my reward,” he said.

  She squeezed his dick and he groaned. He sat the chair upright from the reclined position. Marietta stood. She pulled him by the hands and brought him to his feet. Lorenzo dropped his long arm around her shoulder and pulled her closer as they left the room. She wouldn’t be disappointed if he led her directly to their bedroom. Most often Lorenzo’s gifts were jewelry or a fancy Chinchilla coat. However, just before they reached their bedroom door he stopped her.

  “Not that room,” he said.

  Marietta glanced to the door to their left. He winked at her as if to encourage her to go in. “What have you done?” she laughed when she went to the door and he pinched her bottom. The room next to theirs was cleared out months ago. It was Lorenzo’s orders. She hoped he’d turned it into an office. That way when his working extended into the late hours during one of their visits, she could easily entice him to bed. Marietta opened the room door and was greeted by darkness. She reached inside and flipped up the wall switch.

  “Sweet Jesus.” she gasped.

  The walls were painted a light shade of powder blue with a navy blue, white, and yellow trim. There was a decorative wall painting of sailboats, balls, and teddy bears above the crib. A train set traveled the entire room by rails tacked on a very high shelf. She stepped inside the room. She glanced to the left to the rocking horse, playpen, and changing table. The crib near the window was antique and reminded her of the crib the twins once shared. It was dark wood. The mobile was blue and white. He walked over and turned the tiny crank. It spun slowly playing Twinkle Twinkle Little Star.

  “Lorenzo?” She turned around looking at it all with disbelief.

  She was immobile with shock. He hugged her from behind. He squeezed her tight. “Buon compleannu.” He wished her happy birthday in Sicilian.

  “This? This is my birthday present?” she put her hand to her forehead. “I’m not even pregnant.”

  “How do you know? We haven’t seen the doctors. I made an appointment.”

  “Lorenz…”

  “Carlo brought the crib up here for me last week. It’s mine, from when I was a bambino. I brought it out of the old house. I keep promising to take you to Chianti to see the house I grew up in with Mama. We’ll go some day.”

  “Lorenzo—”

  “I asked Zia how I should paint for a boy. What a baby boy would like.” He stepped back and admired the room. He pointed out things he wouldn’t commonly know. For instance, the need for a changing table, and a rocking chair for her to breastfeed, was explained to him by Zia. Marietta felt sick.

  “Marie? Are you crying?” he asked with concern.

  She was. She didn’t know when she started but she was. She put her hand to her face. “I’m trying, Lo, but you promised no pressure. Why did you do this?”

  “This is not about pressure.”

  “It is dammit. It is. A baby room and I’m not pregnant is pressure! Doctor appointments made without my permission is pressure!”

  “I don’t need fucking permission to take you to the doctor!” he yelled. “Santo Maria! Why must everything be so difficult with you, woman?”

  “Stop it!” she over shouted him.

  He seized her by the arms. He shook her. Not hard but firm. “From my heart, Marie! This is from my heart. You stop crying. Look at me. Look at me!” he demanded. She looked up at him.

  “Sei l’amore della mia vita.” He told her she was the love of his life. “How much jewelry can I buy you? Eh? How many cars, how many villas? How much can I give you before it means nothing to either of us?” He kissed her brow as she tried to shove him away. He kissed her tears from her cheeks and grabbed her face to keep her still. “This isn’t about you giving me the baby. My present is my giving you me.”

  “That makes no sense!” Marietta sniffed.

  He lifted her chin. “Me. When you are pregnant we will come here, just you and me. I’ve already told Gio. I’ll take whatever time off I need to. I found a doctor here in Bellagio for you. I will put you first. Our bambini will always come first. Trust me, cara.”

  She smiled. “Why would you promise that?”

  “Because I know you, cara. Giving me my son scares you for some reason. It’ll be a sacrifice that we make together. I am selfish in everything in my life. I know that. But not when it comes to you, Marie. My love for you is the only thing that makes me a better man. Voglio stare con te per sempre. I want little Maries and little Lorenzos.”

  Love filled her to the brim as Marietta hugged her husband’s neck. She looked into his clear eyes. “You always know what I need. I will give you so many sons!” she laughed through her tears. “I love you so much!”

  She rubbed her nose with his and kissed him. “I love you so much!” she laughed louder. “This is the best birthday gift you could give me!” she squealed and leapt on him.

  “That’s my girl,” Lorenzo chuckled.

  Morning –

  “Eve?” Mirabella said. She found Eve alone in the room. The boys were downstairs having breakfast.

  “Ciao, Mommy!” Eve said. Mirabella walked into the room and observed her daughter. She was completely captivated with combing through her doll’s hair.

  “Why aren’t you downstairs, sweetheart? Eating?” Mirabella asked. She sat on the bed and stroked her daughter’s curly hair.

  “Not hungry,” Eve shrugged.

  “Everything okay?” Mirabella asked.

  Eve ignored her. She ran the comb through her doll’s hair and then set it down and started to braid it. She mimicked Mirabella in the way she sectioned the hair and combed through it.

  “Zia told me that you’ve been telling her stories?” Mirabella asked.

  “About Poppy?” Eve asked.

  Mirabella’s heart dropped. “What did you say, baby?”

  “Poppy. He’s coming to take us to Neverland. Isn’t that right, little rabbit?” she asked the doll. She looked up at Mirabella and smiled. “He’s a pirate, Mommy!”

  “Sweetie. Do you remember who called you ‘little rabbit’?” Mirabella asked.

  “Um hmm,” Eve nodded.

  “And who was it?” Mirabella asked.

  “Poppy. I told you.” Eve set the doll aside and scooted off the bed. She went over to her bag of toys and pulled out the book. She brought it back to Mirabella. She put it on her lap. She opened it and flipped the pages to the one of Captain Hook. “Here he is, Mama. See?”

  Mirabella stared at the image of the pirate with his hook for a hand. What was her daughter telling her? Were memories of Kei surfacing for Eve? If they were, then why now? Mirabella always assumed her daughter was far too young to remember the role he played in her life. And though she never admitted it to her husband, Kei was the person who nurtured Eve when she was born. Post-partum had settled in and robbed her of that joy.

  “I saw him, Mama,”
Eve told her “I tellin’ the truth! He come in the room and tell me that he taking me and you to Neverland. No one believe me. He scare Gino. Make him cry. No one believe me.”

  “What room?” Mirabella asked.

  “The room,” Eve shrugged and her eyes brimmed with tears.

  “Sweetheart,” Mirabella set the book aside. “Look at Mama.” She took her hands and kissed them. “I believe you, baby. Okay?”

  “You do?” Eve’s eyes stretched.

  “Yes,” she smiled. “You’re a special girl, and it’s okay to have special friends. Even ones we don’t see.”

  “He coming again. He is. You’ll see him. I promise.” Eve grinned. She was such a remarkable child. So beautiful and sweet, she could have possibly been made here in Bellagio.

  “I promise, tomorrow we will have our own party. Go on the lake in the boat. Just you and me?”

  “I want to be with Papa. He always takes Gino with him, never me anymore. He says he doesn’t do it, but he does. He likes Gino more.”

  “He loves you, Eve,” Mirabella said.

  “No. He loves Gino. And you love Gianni. No one loves me. Poppy does. He said so.” Eve’s bottom lip quivered and fat tears rolled down her cheeks.

  Mirabella took her daughter into her arms. “I’m sorry, baby, so sorry.”

  Zia had a good reason to be concerned. She hugged Eve to her heart. “Mama has been really busy. So has Papa. That’s going to change, I promise.”

  Eve pushed out of Mirabella’s arms and looked up at her mother. “Don’t cry, my Mommy. I don’t want you to cry,” Eve wiped her mother’s tears. “I’ll let you play with me today. Okay? You’ll feel better.”

  “Yes, baby. Mama’s fine. You are my beautiful special girl. Our only baby girl. Papa and I love you to the moon and back!”

  “To Neverland and the stars?” Eve grinned.

  “Absolutely. Do you want to go downstairs and eat breakfast with Mama? I’d like it if you did. Marietta has made your favorite!”

  “Pannie-cakes?” Eve’s mouth opened with wonder.

  “Yes! With strawberry syrup!”

  “Yay!” she stomped her feet.

  “Yay!” Mirabella cheered. She stood and took Eve by the hand and walked her out of the room leaving the fable of Captain Hook behind.

  **

  Giovanni woke alone. He tossed the covers away and picked up his watch from the night table. The time was a little after eleven. He hadn’t intended to sleep in so late. With the big party happening that evening, he’d hoped to have Bella in his arms.

  “Cazzo!” he said.

  Barefoot he went into the bathroom and pulled out his dick. He pissed. He shed his clothes and turned on the shower. His room was one of two with the larger shower and closets. Giovanni was able to step in and let the cool jets massage away his weariness.

  When Mirabella entered the room she noticed the empty bed first, and then heard the shower. Her prince was supposed to be asleep. The original plan was for them to all have breakfast upstairs together. After seeing how exhausted he was, she changed gears, and time got away from her. She knew his schedule. He never slept in this late. Mirabella opened the door to the bathroom and barely saw through the cloud of steam. She turned to leave and reconsidered. She remembered his touch in the middle of the night. How tired she was. How frustrated she left him. She went to her suitcase and found her cosmetic bag. She found his treat tucked inside. Slipping it into the palm of her hand she returned to the bathroom. She disrobed.

  “I was waiting for you,” he said.

  “Were you?” she answered. “Lucky I came up here when I did or else you would have shriveled up into a prune.”

  She opened the glass door and stepped inside. She kept the gift in her hand concealed behind her. Giovanni stepped back to let the water rinse the suds from his hair and face. His dark hair was slick and flat to his head. The water left his skin in a fine spray, polishing it with moisture. She went to him. She couldn’t help herself. Mirabella ran her hand over his broad chest to his muscular arms. As he turned her so her back was against the shower wall, he rested one hand against the tile above her head. He had the body, and long reach of muscle packed arms like that of a prizefighter. The steam of the shower covered his skin with moisture that glistened under the shower lights. Giovanni leaned forward. He looked at her with unrequited desire. He was so close she could see the crinkles in the corners of his violet blue eyes.

  As time went on in their marriage, he never questioned her about birth control. They never once discussed future children. And she didn’t bother to take any contraceptives. She didn’t need to. The doctor told her there was a very slim chance she would ever carry a baby to term again if she were lucky enough to conceive. It was all due to the extensive scarring along her uterus. After two years of caring for her husband it seemed the doctors were right.

  She was barren.

  “Are you finally mine now, Bella?” he asked. The question came through a deep sigh. She loved it when he spoke to her with such restraint in his voice.

  His head cocked over to the side and his gaze swept down to her breasts before landing on her lips again. “Say yes.”

  Mirabella rose on her toes.

  “Yes,” she said.

  Their lips met. His mouth was hot on hers. Like a wildfire it sparked searing passion in its wake from one kiss. The heat wave flashed up between her thighs. She stretched against him, brushing her nipples over the wall of his chest. Then his questing fingers found the lips of her sex as he stroked her clitoris nice and slow. One touch from her man and she was ready. Her body shuddered with the sweet familiar tingle of pleasure. Her lips parted as she breathed in the steam, soap, and heady scent of anticipation. And his tongue swept into her mouth to delve deeper. It swept the roof of her mouth and tangled with hers. She nearly dropped what she clutched in her hand behind her. Instead she bent her left knee and rested her foot to the tile. Giovanni had the freedom to continue to love her with his hand.

  “Bon compleannu, Bella,” he said through their kiss before their lips parted. His breath feathered her cheek, ear, and then his mouth was on her neck.

  “Don’t bite me, Gio,” she pleaded. The dress she wore tonight would reveal everything. She stroked his cock. She gave it a long and steady touch that lengthened and strengthened his desire for her with each tug and pull.

  “Can I have my birthday wish now? Right now?” she tugged a bit harder.

  “What’s your wish?” he said through clenched teeth.

  “You, me, and the kids. Our day. Before the party starts,” she whispered. “All day, you’re ours. Promise me. Nothing takes you from us.”

  He stopped the nibbles to her neck and lifted his face to lean and kiss her. She turned her mouth away. Giovanni grabbed her chin and enforced his will. And it was then she revealed the gift she kept in her hand behind her back. He let go of her chin. His gaze bore into her when he accepted the tube of lubricant from her hand. He set it in the soap dish before bringing her up into his arms and kissing her once more. Mirabella wanted to feel him deep inside of her. She hooked her right leg high and across his hip. She was pushed up the shower wall when he thrust into her and she felt the full power of his love. His lower body moved, and the thick length of his dick needed no guidance to enter, and reenter her again. Mira rode his dick. Giovanni sucked and laved her nipple. Up and down she went until her spine melted and she clung to him for existence. Giovanni’s face buried between her breasts, and his breathing was reduced to shallow gasps. Every sensation she could name, and a few she had never known, pulsed through her vagina. She whimpered with pleasure.

  Giovanni stopped working his hips and fucking her. Mirabella immediately sobered. Panting she looked down at him with disappointment. He eased out of her and she landed on her shaky legs. She turned toward the wall, and placed her hands flat there. Her head dropped between her outstretched arms.

  Each and every time he was gentle, attentive. He parted her
buttocks. Two fingers stroked up from her sex to her anus. He squeezed a dollop of lubricant into the crease of her ass. Mirabella tried to relax. The anticipation often made her clench her buttocks and thighs with trepidation. Giovanni nestled his hips up against her ass and slowly fed his cock into her. She bit down on her lip as her sphincter muscles stretched beyond belief, before surrendering to his thick invasion.

  Mirabella squeezed her eyes tightly shut. Hands glided over her back, and then down the sides of her butt cheeks. Her husband had taught her the art of wicked pleasure. He massaged her ass with one hand and plunged in between the parted globes. He pinched her clit with the other. He pumped his hips with a slow motion and went deeper, ever so deep.

  “Mmm. Oh Gio… oh my God,” she panted.

  Slowly she found the ability to gather strength in her trembling thighs to brace for when he thrust harder. And it happened. His hips thrust faster and faster in opposition to the tender massages of her clit by his thumb.

  “So good, Bella, you feel so good,” he wheezed.

  “Gio, I can’t hold on much longer!” she warned. His deep humorless chuckle vibrated through her. Her nails scratched and clawed at the tiles as his thrusts became sharper, more insistent. He slid a hand under her and pressed it against her diaphragm as the other gripped her hip and held her still. It seemed there was no end to his fucking. She now had her forehead pressed against the wall and was trembling hard. She reached between her parted thighs and grabbed his groin. She squeezed hard. He howled through his release.

  Mirabella drew in a long breath and joined him.

  Before The Party –

  “Donna Battaglia, you have a visitor,” said Talia.

  Mirabella glanced up. She wore sunglasses over her eyes. In less than three hours they would have to dress for the party. However, the morning and afternoon was spent with the kids. Giovanni was in the pool with Eve helping her swim. Family was scattered. This was the only stolen moment Mirabella had to herself.

  “I do? Who is it?” she asked the housekeeper who only smiled in return. Mirabella squinted, even though the dark lenses of the sunglasses blocked the sun from her eyes. She hadn’t seen Marietta in over an hour. Her sister and her friend were very busy with getting everything ready for the party.