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  “Come.” He beckoned, leading her back into the living room, and she did as she was told.

  “Is that couch as comfy as it looks?” Sharon walked right past him and Vittorio got a nice eyeful of her ass. It was full, shapely, and had just the right amount of wiggle to it. Her round cheeks greedily swallowed up the stretchy cotton of her heart-speckled panties. She plopped her sweet round butt on his plush white couch and kicked her feet up.

  “Oh,” she closed her eyes and sighed. “It is as comfy as it looks!”

  Sharon snuggled deeper into the plump cushions and Vittorio felt his pants growing tighter, more constrictive at the sight of her on her back like that. He was really going to enjoy her.

  “What?” she asked, all wide-eyed and angel-faced.

  “I’m going to ruin you,” he told her darkly.

  “Oh,” Sharon said, her face freezing like a startled deer. A pink blush crept back up into her cheeks.

  Vittorio smiled. “Not yet, though. First I have to finish showing you around.”

  “How much more is there?” Sharon asked, bewildered.

  Vittorio wasn’t sure if she was just eager or truly curious. “Plenty more, why?”

  “Because I share a two-bedroom apartment with three roommates. My entire home could fit in this living room,” Sharon admitted.

  Vittorio nodded. No wonder she seemed so awestruck. He had become so used to living in luxury, he had sort of forgotten that many people would never even experience the level of opulence that he lived in.

  “Then this is going to blow you away.” He extended his hand and beckoned her to follow him. She sat up; rocking back and forth against the deep, soft couch before finally putting her feet on the thick, ornate rug lining the floor.

  She followed behind him, eyes wide as he led her around the corner to a floor-to-ceiling window wall that led out to his terrace. Through the thick glass, he showed her his infinity pool that seemed to open right out into the New York skyline.

  He loved the view; it made him feel like the Don that he was—towering over the city that belonged to him. The rest of the terrace was done up in dark wood, with memory foam loungers and a nicely set table. For the winter, though, the water was drained, and all the furniture had been packed up and stored away.

  “It’s really something when the weather gets nice.” He said. “You’ll see this summer.”

  “Will I?” Sharon asked him.

  Vittorio still hadn’t quite told her that he was going to free her, just that he was going to fuck her. His plan was still to claim her body and let her go, but he was enjoying keeping her guessing.

  He shrugged. “Perhaps.” he told her.

  Her eyebrows crashed towards each other in a mix of confusion and just a dash of fear. He’d watched her get a little too comfortable after he brought her home; he wanted her back on her toes.

  “Well,” Sharon said. “I’m sure it gets really pretty in the summer. I’ll have to get a nicer bikini. My current one is covered in pineapples wearing sunglasses.”

  Is she fucking with me too? Vittorio wondered. Suddenly, though, he did want to see her in a silly pineapple-print bikini. He waved the thought away and led her down the hall.

  “These are the bedrooms,” he said.

  “Bedrooms, as in plural?” Sharon asked. “What do you need them all for? Isn’t it just you?”

  “Always good to have extras.”

  He pushed open the door to the first bedroom. It was pretty plain. He hadn’t really done much with it since he bought the place. His mother was the family decorator and she was never shy with her disappointment in what she called his “lack of any taste”.

  In his opinion, the place was already a little flashy. He didn’t need unused bedrooms done up in the same Victorian-era style that Aria Contarini had preferred.

  The walls were the same cool crisp white as they were everywhere. The floor was covered almost corner to corner with a giant yellow-and-white geometric patterned rug. The memory foam mattress was dressed up in plain white sheets.

  “This one’s not very exciting,” he commented as Sharon peeked at it under his arm.

  He realized then that he had never actually been with a girl so short. Pixie-like little Sharon didn’t even clear his shoulder. She was practically pocket sized. Vittorio found himself wondering what it would be like to pick her up in air while he fucked her. Would she moan? Would she scream? Would she beg him to go faster? Or would she just dig her nails into his back, unable to form a single word?

  “Cool rug,” she said as he closed the door and walked down the hall to the next one.

  Vittorio pushed open the second door onto a bigger, much nicer bedroom. The bed had high posts that tapered to skinny points as they reached towards the ceiling. The rug was taupe, thick classic shag, and angled mirrors made for an interesting eyepiece from the wall above the bed up and onto the ceiling.

  “I bet you’ve seen some interesting things in those mirrors,” Sharon stammered.

  That sweet nervousness was back, Vittorio realized. His mind wandered off then, to a fantasy land where he made those pretty blue eyes watch all the dirty things he did to her body.

  “You probably can,” he agreed. “But this isn’t where we’re going.”

  He closed the door and she followed him to the end of the hallway where there stood two double doors. Vittorio pushed those open and heard Sharon’s sharp intake of breath.

  The master bedroom was the size of most New York apartments. It was certainly the size of her apartment. The entire back wall was one giant window that looked directly out to Manhattan. The city sparkled in all its nocturnal glory just beyond the spotless glass, almost as if they could walk right out into it. Unlike the white and silver that made up most of the rest of his place, Vittorio’s bedroom was done up in mostly blacks. It had a very masculine, very dominant feel to it all.

  His California King bed sat on a platform, raised above the rest of the room. In the back left corner, sleek, modern leather couches were arranged around a chrome table. He liked to sit there on chilly mornings, have his Scotch alone and answer phone calls.

  “Wow,” Sharon said, taking in the giant, seemingly endless room.

  “Pretty neat, huh?” His big hands rested on her shoulders and she gasped.

  “How do you ever get any sleep?” She asked him quietly. He could smell her nervousness. It was a light scent that went to his head and made him hungry for more.

  “Like this,” Vittorio said. He picked up the tiny remote from the top of his impeccably made bed. He pointed it at the very top of the window and clicked a button. Slowly, a wide curtain began to drop from the ceiling with a slight mechanical buzzing. The thick, silky black fabric blocked out all the light as it eventually kissed the floor, leaving the pair in total darkness.

  “It’s so dark… I can’t even see you.” Sharon exclaimed.

  “Hold on,” Vittorio laughed. He took a few steps toward his master bathroom and flicked on the light in there. A bit of golden light crept into the master bedroom, just enough for him to see Sharon curiously peeking into the bathroom.

  “Do you mind if I…?” She started. “I haven’t, um, gone since those guys picked me up.”

  “Do what you need to do,” Vittorio told her.

  She gave him a grateful expression and excused herself into the bathroom.

  If she was impressed by the bedroom, wait until she sees the bathroom, Vittorio thought smugly. He realized it had been a while since he had let a woman come up here. But even then most women weren’t as openly appreciative of his place as this one was. He hated how snooty people could be, how ‘cool’ they felt they always had to play everything. Not Sharon, though. She wore every emotion unfiltered and she wore it beautifully.

  Fuck, he realized. I’ll have to be careful with this one.

  Chapter 23

  Vittorio

  Vittorio clicked a different button on his remote and lit up two lamps on matching bedside ta
bles. He climbed on top of his made bed, laying casually on his side, enjoying the softness as he sank into the fluffy down comforter.

  Sharon was finishing up in the bathroom; he could hear the sink running. After a few more moments, she came out with her blonde hair down. The waves cascaded down just an inch or two past her collar bone and framed her heart-shaped face beautifully.

  “You took your braids out,” Vittorio observed.

  “They were coming undone,” Sharon replied sheepishly. “Sorry I look like such a mess.”

  “It’s hardly your fault.” Vittorio said.

  Sharon stood awkwardly, holding her arms across her navel as she took in Vittorio’s position on the bed.

  “Come here.” Vittorio commanded her.

  Sharon opened her mouth to reply but didn’t. She wore an expression of nerves, exhilaration and fear as she climbed the platform towards him. She perched her round ass on the edge of the bed and sank a little into the luxurious duvet as she sat.

  “Are you nervous?” Vittorio asked her.

  “No, I…” Sharon started and finally said. “Yes. It’s been such a long crazy night… and…”

  “And?” Vittorio reached his hand up and brushed at her cheek.

  “And… well, this wasn’t how I imagined my first time.” Sharon started.

  The ball of Vittorio’s thumb brushed against her soft lower lip and he felt her shudder against him. “And how did you imagine your first time going?” He asked, his voice husky and low.

  That brought Sharon up short. She said nothing, her blue eyes flicking back and forth, as Vittorio let her imagine what that might mean and purposely didn’t clarify.

  A muted, startled, “Oh,” was all she eventually came up with.

  Her voice was breathy and her soft breath against his thumb on her lips starting to tease Vittorio. He felt his control slipping.

  “I’m just,” she said. “I’m just… Oh, I don’t know, I can’t even think right now.”

  “Then don’t.” Vittorio said to her sincerely.

  He pulled her body deeper into the bed so that she was pressed against him. She smelled of arousal and fear, two of Vittorio’s favorite scents, and some third thing, a smell all her own that drove him wild. The combination was heady, and he surprised himself by hooking his finger under her chin.

  Sharon turned towards the touch and their eyes met. A tense spark shot between them again. Both were frozen as their unmoving gaze stayed locked on one another.

  Vittorio jerked his hand back and brought himself up to a sitting position, until he towered over Sharon’s tiny frame.

  “What if I’m not very good…” Sharon whispered.

  “Nonsense.” Vittorio’s fingers found their way under her the band of her bra and snapping the elastic so it made a smacking noise.

  Sharon blushed and shifted uncomfortably but didn’t move away from him.

  He moved closer.

  Sharon opened her posture to him, her body facing him, and her head tilted away. She squeezed her eyes closed.

  Vittorio kept touching her. He squeezed her breast over the foamy cup of her bra and she gave an breathy little sigh. He loved the weight of her heavy breast felt in his hand, the way the soft flesh gave easily to his touch when he squeezed her.

  “Will it hurt?” she asked him suddenly, sounding scared.

  “Only at first,” Vittorio told her honestly. “I’ll do my best to make sure it’s not too bad.”

  Sharon nodded and scooted into the bed just a little bit more, her feet still dangling off the edge.

  He positioned himself behind her and grabbed both her breasts at once, squeezing them hard and dragging her back towards him. She gave a little moan and he brought his face down into the crook of her neck, kissing the soft skin there and feeling her melt just a bit. He needed to do more than just touch. He wanted to push her into the bed, spread her legs wide and fuck her until she’s breathless and trembling.

  “You like that?” he whispered as he nibbled at her ear.

  “Y-yes…” Sharon gasped as her hand slowly reached for him, almost as if they’re moving on their own.

  “It gets better,” he promised her.

  Sharon groaned a little, clearly wrestling with something inside herself. He honestly hoped she’d just get over it already. He felt his cock throbbing against the fullness of her curvaceous ass.

  “I’ve been kissed and stuff before, you know,” Sharon told him defensively. “It’s not like I’m a virgin at everything.”

  “Is that so?” Vittorio asked.

  Sharon nodded.

  “Not like this.”

  Vittorio barely gave her enough time to suck in breath before he wrapped his hand behind her head and pulled her delicate body into him. He pressed his mouth firmly against hers, surprised by the eager way her lips pushed back into his. A tremor shook between them as he worked his mouth against hers, slipping his tongue into her mouth.

  Her tongue wrestled back against his, and he realized that she was actually right. She certainly wasn’t a virgin at everything. The way she kissed him had him hardening in no time. He felt the tip of his cock moistening at the thought of opening her up.

  He took her lip between his teeth and bit it playfully. She pulled back, ruffled blonde hair framing the longing in her face.

  “I think I’m ready,” she told him breathlessly.

  Chapter 24

  Sharon

  Sharon felt her heart racing all the way down in her toes, something she hadn’t realized was possible until that night. Adrenaline and desire pounded through her veins; a heady cocktail, the likes of which she had never experienced before.

  She didn’t know what it was about Vittorio, whether it was his firm hold on her body or the masterful way he teased out at her inner goddess as his tongue danced with hers. Whatever it was, she felt herself coming undone in his touch. He attacked her mouth with rough kisses, his beard gently scratching the sensitive skin on her face, just as she had imagined it would but, somehow, even sexier. His fingers gently squeezed her jaw, holding her firmly in place while his mouth worked its magic on her own.

  She’d definitely never been kissed like that before.

  Sharon couldn’t stop the tiny little moans that escaped her lips as Vittorio rolled onto his back, pulling her on top of him. Was it excitement? Pleasure? What feeling was causing her to make all these new, silly sounds? She didn’t know, and in the moment, she really didn’t care.

  Her legs naturally spread a little wider as she straddled Vittorio, both of his hands firmly tangled in her hair as her brought her face down to his. She liked this, she realized, being on top of a man. She felt sexy, wanted, and in control. She had spent so much time worrying about giving herself to Vittorio, whether it would hurt, whether this was really how she wanted her first time to be. But she realized now that she was perfectly fine with whatever happened, as long as he kept kissing her.

  She was ready to see how good his cock was going to feel.

  Her mouth stayed on Vittorio’s, relishing in his rough, hungry kisses, as his hands made their way down her back to the band of her bra. His long fingers didn’t fumble with the clasp.

  Just a second later, the hooks were unlatched, and the prudish bra slid down her arms. She sat up fully, tearing the bra off and freeing her breasts they bounced softly as she threw the scrap of fabric across the room.

  “Fuck,” Vittorio growled, cupping his hands around both her breasts and pulling her back down. He took the excited peak of her right nipple into his mouth and sucked on it.

  “Oh,” Sharon cried out involuntarily as the sensation of his hot mouth against her sensitive bud.

  His hand slid further down her body, setting off a sweet, pleasant vibration between her legs. She felt her sex clench as he gently ground his teeth around her, setting her nerve endings on fire. Her nipple pulsed, sending out little waves of delight and desire to every corner of her being.

  Vittorio released her swoll
en nipple, a thin line of spit trailing from his lips, and he turned his focus to her left one. Sharon felt her body buckle and shiver as the pleasure radiated through her.

  Vittorio wrapped an arm around Sharon’s waist, effortlessly flipping her onto her back. His large body loomed over her, somehow protective and predatory all at once. He shoved her legs apart, settling himself on his knees between them.

  A sliver of light peeked out from the bathroom, just enough for Sharon to watch as Vittorio tore off his jacket, pulled his shirt over his head, and threw them blindly across the dark room. Shadows danced over the rippled muscles of his torso, his full strong chest, and breathtakingly toned stomach.