Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 72280 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 361(@200wpm)___ 289(@250wpm)___ 241(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72280 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 361(@200wpm)___ 289(@250wpm)___ 241(@300wpm)
“I don’t know if I can,” she said, whimpering.
“You can and you will. On my count.”
“Camillo, please.”
“One,” I said.
“Oh, no.”
“Two,”
“Oh, shit. Oh, fuck.”
“Three.”
I thrusted into her one last time, and my balls smacked hard against her clit. I pressed deep into her, feeling my body release as I coated her walls with my arousal. I felt her pussy massaging my cock, pulling from me every last drop it wanted while our bodies pressed deeply into one another’s.
My hands slid up her sides and down her arms, our fingers interlocking as I slowly slid from between her legs. I unhooked the showerhead and washed her down, lathering up her weakened body as she stood with her arms tightly wrapped around me.
When I was done, I wrapped a plush robe around her, cradling her in my arms as I walked our dripping bodies over to the bed. We fell asleep together that night, her curves underneath the strength of my arms while I buried my face into her hair. I woke up in the early hours of the morning and watched her sleep, noting the light grin on her face as her body relaxed.
In that moment, I realized I was in love with this amazing woman and I’d do whatever it took to keep her at my side.
I gathered her robed body up in my arms and carried her out of the playroom. I walked my naked body across the house, her head cradling against my neck as I carried her up the stairs. I laid her down into her bed, feeling her tug at my arms when I tried to pull away.
“Please stay,” she said.
And oh, how I wanted to.
But I knew the kids weren’t ready to see us like this and I knew she wasn’t ready to explain anything to them. The shock of Ana calling me “Daddy” for the first time was still something we were waiting for them to bring up and the last thing Rose needed was to have more on her shoulders because of a decision she made when she was tired.
So, I dipped down and kissed her forehead, singing that same beautiful lullaby softly into her ear and she fell back asleep. Then I made my way back into my room, pulling on clothes and getting myself ready for the day.
I wanted to catch the boys as they got up so Cassie could get some rest, but I also wanted to take this time to make some phone calls.
Some very pertinent, important phone calls.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN – ROSE
The days to come were filled with perfection and fulfilled dreams. We all had fun exploring the island and snorkeling. The boys ran around the beaches before going off to explore the forest and its foliage. Ana had fun running and splashing in the surf, and Cassie and I kept exploring all the fun amenities Camillo’s mansion had to offer. There was a paintball arena, and a miniature castle that had been built from a clump of trees in the woods. There was even a private lagoon with the most incredible and serene floating platform I’d ever seen. For four hours during the day, the sun battered down on it, providing the perfect area for Cassie and me to sunbathe while Camillo bonded with all the children.
This island had it all, and for a little while, I was able to convince myself it was a family vacation. I was able to lose myself in my dreams of Camillo bringing our family together and being the man I desperately wanted in my life. I dreamed of us being the perfect family and living together on this picturesque island, homeschooling the boys and raising them in this wonderful Italian culture.
But Camillo and I were also able to sneak away sometimes. Ana would be napping, and the boys would be playing video games, and he would take that time to show me other hidden features he’d peppered along the island. There was a rock cave with a stone rolled in front of it that had been converted into a dungeon. It had authentic chains and manacles he could use to strap me to the wall, so he could dispense his erotic torture to my body. There was a beautifully hidden waterfall, complete with a hidden passageway that dumped into a natural hot spring.
And on the walls that lined the hidden passageway, there were toys and blindfolds he could use before taking my body as the hot water engulfed us both.
Our sex had been adventurous and inventive. It had been fulfilling and wild. Camillo had introduced me to things I would’ve never dreamed existed, and I found my love for things like paddles and leather. Never in my life had I felt so satisfied and content, and for a little while, I was able to convince myself that this was real, and that we were happy, and safe, and in love.