don’t want it in abundance, and I don’t want it in lieu of a real relationship. I don’t want it to assuage your guilt.”
“My guilt? What do I have to feel guilty about? What are you accusing me of?”
She presses her lips together, dropping her gaze before she flicks her eyes back up to meet mine. “I don’t know, what do you have to feel guilty about?” she asks.
I shake my head once, my lips twitching before I let out a bark of sarcastic laughter. “Not a goddamn thing, Pippa. Not a goddamn thing.”
Pulling her resisting face toward mine, I tilt my head to the side and crash my mouth against hers. She presses her lips together, my tongue slides across the seam of her lips, tasting her.
Moving my hand from her hip, I tweak her nipple. She opens her mouth in a gasp and that’s when I slip my tongue inside of her, tasting her. Almost immediately she melts toward me and that’s when I know that she’s not mad, she just doesn’t quite know how to feel.
This is new, for her and for me. We will find our way and right now, she’s trying to decide how she’s going to be married to a Made Man when she made her mind up about us a long time ago. She’s determined to hate us all, but I guarantee, as she arches her back closer toward me, whimpering in my mouth, that feeling is going to fade faster than she realizes.
PIPPA
Massimo and I spend the rest of the day being absolutely lazy. I can’t shake the feeling and thoughts from the back of my mind that he was out doing something yesterday that would hurt me.
The facts are, we don’t know each other. I don’t know if he has a woman other than me. I don’t even know his parents. I don’t know shit. My mind spins all day long. We eat breakfast together, Massimo takes a nap. We eat lunch together, then relax poolside, and now it’s dinnertime.
I’m still wearing my bikini, only throwing a sheer gold cover-up over the top. “I’m going to order up some dinner,” Massimo calls out.
I’m in the kitchen, the fridge open and reaching for a bottle of water. Taking it out, I close the fridge and turn to face him. He’s standing on the other side of the bar, his head tipped down as he looks at the binder that the hotel has left for us.
“Okay,” I murmur, twisting the top off of my water before I lift the bottle to my lips.
I keep my gaze on Massimo. He doesn’t look up, he doesn’t even acknowledge me at all. His focus is on the menu, then he reaches for the phone and I watch as he calls down to order the food. Never once does he lift his eyes to look at me or ask me what I want to eat from the menu.
Turning away from him, I head upstairs to shower and change into something suitable to eat dinner in. Starting the water, I wonder if this is my future. He claims that he’s not like the man that I assume him to be, but every single action proves my assumptions completely correct.
Closing my eyes as soon as the warm water washes over my face, I let out a sigh. What have I done? I could have sold my virginity and already be looking for a place of my own while trying to figure out what I’m going to do with the rest of my life.
Instead, I’m standing in a shower of a twelve thousand dollar a night room, on my honeymoon, if that’s what you want to call it. I’m married to a stranger who doesn’t even give a fuck what I want for dinner. He disappears after he fucks me for the first time for hours and I’m supposed to accept his excuse of… business.
Once I’m clean, the scent of sunscreen washed from my skin, along with the sweat from laying out all day off and on. Wrapping a towel around my wet hair, I wrap another white fluffy towel around my body before I make my way back into the bedroom.
My entire body comes to a halt when I see Massimo sitting in the chair in the corner. He has his elbows on his knees, his fingers clasped together and his chin resting on them as his eyes flick to me.
“Massimo,” I say, keeping my voice low, but unable