to nudge my legs apart. “Pretty patatina,” he murmured. “Too bad I’m about to fucking destroy it.”
His fingers ran over my culo again, until he started to tease my patatina. I tried to scream, to moan so loud that I would wake the entire villa, but the gag stopped me.
It kept me from letting out another scream when he slapped me between the legs, the sting of it ringing out in the room.
While the sting was still burning, he placed himself at my opening, slowly entering me, but then pulling out before he was fully buried deep inside of me. A frustrated, garbled sound came from my mouth. I squeezed the sheets, my knuckles turning white. My mouth was not working, but my body was. He was at the tip, and then I was slammed back, screaming out when he hit me deep inside.
He started to fuck me like he had never fucked me before. He had my hair and the gag around his fist, and every time he impaled me, a pain from scalp to uterus soared through me, followed by pure pleasure.
Even though my screams were muffled, they seemed to shatter the quiet in the villa, echoing inside of the empty walls. The sound of his balls slapping against me was even louder, and so were his groans. Sweat dripped from our bodies. We slid against each other like two oiled machines. The smell of our sex was an aphrodisiac.
“Fuck, Alcina,” he said. He stopped moving, and then he slammed into me so hard that I felt him in my stomach. “Come. Come with me. Now.”
His order was my undoing. I shattered around him as he spilled into me. That highest point was almost violent, a crash, an explosion, followed by a maddening surge of pleasure that was the equivalent of touching heaven—a moment when my heart stopped beating and then started pounding when I began to fall.
His head fell against my back. He placed a firm kiss between my shoulder blades. “Bang,” he said. Then he flipped me over and placed my hand over his racing heart.
The master bedroom of the villa was on the second floor. It had numerous arched doors that led out onto a long terrace. The room itself was pleasing to the eye, especially this early in the morning: soft colors on the walls, redone floors that still held the stamp of time, and furnishings—there were not many—that were lush. The chandelier was a nice touch. It was created to resemble floating candles, wax dripping from their bodies.
The bathroom. I sighed. The floor reminded me of pearls set in marble, and it was not the nicest feature of the space.
Nothing in the villa compared to the view.
I stood in the bedroom Corrado had brought us to the night before, staring out the window. The lake spread out as far as the eye could see. The water was clear blue with pockets of green that together made teal, and the gold from the rising sun shimmered along the surface. Jade-colored Alps towered in the distance over the small, picturesque villages tucked into the foothills. Clouds seemed to hover like smoke in between the mountains and water. Villas were placed along the mountainsides, some wedged into the crevices, some facing the water. Others were closer to the shore.
Our villa was closer to the water, but it sat back far enough to have a garden area between. Flowers bloomed everywhere. Some I recognized—bright bougainvillea that clung to every surface it touched, blue moon wisteria, and topiaries in different shapes—and some I did not.
It felt as if I had woken up inside of a painting.
I opened the doors, stepping out into the direct rays of the sun, feeling the warm, humid air move over my body. I had found a gold silk robe in the bathroom, and I decided to wear it instead of one of my dresses I had brought from home.
I moved further out onto the balcony, leaning against it, looking down.
I smiled to myself. Corrado was swimming naked in the pool that overlooked the lake. The muscles in his back worked as his arms moved him from one side of the pool to another, time and time again.
Leaving the doors open, I went in search of a way down. The villa was humungous, and I started to wonder if I was going the right way until I met men roaming the house. They did not look at me. I did not look twice at