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SCARLETT

He rolled onto his back, pulling me on top of him. I hesitated for a second, fearing the weight of my body would be too much or that I would look ungainly.

But Raffaele reached up, his hands cupping my breasts, and pulled me down. I lowered myself onto him, sliding down the length of his cock until we were flush.

I began to ride him, my breasts bouncing with every movement. He watched me with an expression of pure worship, his hands moving from my breasts to my hips, helping me find the rhythm. I leaned forward, my long hair falling over both of us like a curtain, and kissed him deeply while I ground my clit against his pubic bone.

As we both grew tired but remained hungry, he pulled me onto my side, spooning me from behind. He entered me again, the angle allowing him to rub his cock against my most sensitive spots. This position felt the most intimate, he wrapped his arm around my waist, pulling my back tight against his chest.

His fingers found my clit and rubbed ever so gently, teasing the devil out of me.

“Ahhh…” I moaned loudly, the sound escaping me before I could stop it. But I was already so close to climax.

He kissed the nape of my neck, his breath hot against my skin. The pace slowed, becoming a sensual, grinding dance. I felt completely enveloped by him, the insecurity finally vanishing, replaced by a profound sense of being cherished.

He flipped me onto my back one last time, grabbing one of my legs and hoisting it high over his shoulder. This opened me up completely, exposing everything to his gaze.

He entered me with a sudden, deep plunge that made me cry out. “Uhhhh! Fuck…” The depth was incredible, his cock hitting depths he hadn't reached before. He reached for my clit again, thumb rubbing in a circular motion.

He pumped into me with a fierce intensity, his chiseled face strained with pleasure. I could see the veins in his neck, the sweat dripping from his brow, and I knew he was just as lost in me as I was in him.

As the tension reached a breaking point, Raffaele whispered with his thick Italian accent, "I want to see you against the mirror."

Oh c’mon! I was almost there!

He lifted me up, carrying me into the attached luxury bathroom. There were mirrors everywhere.

He set me down on the cold marble vanity, my legs wrapping around his waist. He pushed me back against the giant mirror, and for a moment, I saw us—the contrast of his lean, hard body against my soft, ample curves. I started to shrink back, but he grabbed my chin, forcing me to look at the reflection.

"Look at how beautiful you are under me, Scarlett."He kissed me deeply and hooked my legs over his hands and slowly lifted my legs, spreading me wide open, with a wicked smirk on his beautiful face.

He entered me again, the cold marble of the counter contrasting with the searing heat of his cock. The mirrors reflected every thrust, every gasp, every wet sound of our bodies colliding. Seeing him look at me with such hunger in the reflection broke the last remnants of my insecurity.

I wasn't "too much"; I was exactly what he wanted.

We moved together in a frantic, desperate rhythm, the sound of our breathing echoing off the tiles. I felt the orgasm building again, a violent storm in my gut.

Raffaele groaned, his grip on my thighs tightening until it almost bruised, and with one final, deep thrust, he came inside me. “Ahh, fuck. Fuck.”

I felt the hot pulse of his seed filling me, and I screamed, my own climax hitting me in waves that left me shaking and sobbing. “Oh fuck, I'm coming Raphael.”

“Ra-ffa-ele.” He panted. “It's not American.”

“Raffaele.” I repeated with a smile.

“Good girl.” He didn't pull away immediately. He stayed buried inside me, his forehead resting against mine, both of us panting for air.

He kissed my eyelids, my cheeks, and finally my lips, a slow, lingering kiss that tasted of satisfaction.

The next time I opened my eyes, I was in bed but Raffaele was not with me.

Of course, this was a one night stand. This is what fuck boys do. He expects me to be out before he comes back home. But I'm so glad he didn't leave any money on the table.

I wouldn't want to be here either. I have a mission now.

I slowly sat up looking around, maybe trying to find my brain and senses because what the fuck have I done?

I just fucked my future brother-in-law!

He doesn't know it yet but he will soon. And then what?

Pretend I didn't know? Will it work? Will he fall for it? What will he think of me?

Oh fuck! What did I just do?

It sounded like a nice plan at first. In my head!

The plan was simple.

The moment I saw him by the road, I had decided to get back at Matteo for cheating on me with my best friend.

I just wanted to hurt him back but now I'm just feeling shifty about the whole thing.

Fuck.

That was just the first step.

Now that I know that Matteo will marry me only for my power and then body shame me and neglect me through out our marriage and then fuck my best friend behind my back, he is never getting his filthy hands on my influence.

Raffaele is my target now. I will use him and use the entire Moretti family until they are all at my feet begging for mercy.

Each one of them will pay. Starting with Nicoló and Bianca Moretti.

That witch and her husband made my life a living hell. They will pay with everything they have.

And then I'll deal with Matteo and Valentina specially. They'll regret ever crossing me.

Raffaele will just be a bonus. A price for ruining his family.

He is a good fuck, he will do just fine. Exactly what I needed.

The Morettis will be at my feet when I'm done with them.

First, I need to call my lawyer and change some things in that contract that I'm now very aware could damage me and destroy everything my family had ever worked for.

But I need to get out of here first. Raffaele can't find me when he comes back.

The door suddenly opened and Raffaele walked in with a cart of food.

Oh fuck.