Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 34406 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 172(@200wpm)___ 138(@250wpm)___ 115(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34406 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 172(@200wpm)___ 138(@250wpm)___ 115(@300wpm)
At twenty-one years old, she’d never experienced sex. Never had a loving hand guide her.
Even when she was engaged to Leonardo, the only contact they shared was a chaste brush of the lips. Nothing else.
No touching.
No caressing.
Certainly no sex.
Did it make her a bad person to be curious about it?
Giovanni closed the door, and all the calls and whistles went silent. She had no doubt some men were outside that door, probably waiting to hear her scream. There was a sickness within their world.
He placed his hands on her shoulders, and Valentina was surprised. There was no fear. Nothing.
When anyone else touched her, she always felt uncomfortable. The urge to scream was so close, always there, almost beckoning to spill out. With Giovanni, there was nothing.
She tilted her head back and looked at him, a little … taken aback.
“What are you thinking?”
That was the second time he’d asked her.
This man was an enigma. Why did he want to know what she was constantly thinking? Did he care? Was that it?
It couldn’t possibly be true.
He pressed his face against her neck, and she settled back against him as his hands moved, wrapping around her waist.
“It’s good to get away from them,” she said.
“Don’t listen to them.”
“Why not?”
“They’re drunk and this is our night.”
She tilted her head back. “So … you’re not going to … fuck me?”
There was a tightness in her core.
Had she crossed the wrong line? Was he angry that she would use such language?
She didn’t want to upset him.
“Would you like me to?” he asked.
She licked her dry lips.
What was it about this man that made her excited and nervous? With his muscular size and commanding presence, she should be in fear, terrified of being alone with him.
Giovanni made her feel safe.
“Yes,” she said.
He spun her around so her back was to him. “I am going to fuck you, Valentina,” he said. “But I am going to do it at my pace.”
She felt the dress start to give a little as he slid his fingers down, releasing the buttons that confined her body. With each one, the bodice of the dress began to loosen, and it wasn’t long before it fell to her waist.
Giovanni took control, gripping the edge of the dress and giving it a shove over her hips.
Panic flooded her.
He stood behind her.
Even her mother couldn’t stand to see the marks on her flesh.
She tensed up as he pressed his palm flat against her back. Valentina tried to turn away, to move, to be as far away from him as possible, but Giovanni banded an arm across her waist, and attempting to leave was futile.
He had her locked within his embrace. At least he’d stopped touching her back.
“Do not try to hide from me, beautiful. You do not need to be ashamed of your body or hide.”
“It’s ugly.”
“It’s part of you, and you are stunning. Don’t ever let anyone say or do anything to make you think otherwise. As your husband, the only person you should care about is me.”
She wanted to look at him, and she attempted to turn in his arms.
Giovanni allowed her. His hands spread across her sides. The tips of his thumbs teased beneath her breasts.
“You don’t … hate them?”
“They’re a part of you.”
She rested her hands on his chest, and feeling a little daring, she slowly tried to push his jacket off his body.
Giovanni let go of her long enough for it to fall onto the floor.
She stood before him in a strapless bra and a thong, which was riding a little too far up for her liking.
He grabbed her hand, and Valentina followed him as he walked back, heading toward the bathroom.
Without breaking eye contact, he flicked the switch, and the hot water came on full blast.
He started to remove his clothing, taking off his tie, his shirt, and then his slacks. They fell to the floor, and next, he took care of his boxer briefs. Those fell to the floor, and Valentina wanted to look down, but she was too afraid.
Giovanni reached out to her, taking the front clasp of her bra between his fingers and releasing it.
She gasped but didn’t attempt to hide her body from his view. As his wife, she now belonged to him, in body, in mind, and in soul. He wasn’t in her heart. She didn’t love him.
Not yet.
Valentina wasn’t even sure if she could love him, or if she wanted to.
He stepped close, and she felt the ridge of his cock press against her stomach. She still didn’t look down and gave a yelp as he grabbed the lacy edge of her panties. With them in his grasp, he tugged, tearing them right off her body.
Giovanni stepped into the shower first, holding her hands and guiding her inside. He locked their fingers together, and it was like she was under a spell. Neither of them spoke as he pulled her close, suddenly spinning her so her back was pressed against his front.