VINCENZO POV AFTER I CLEANED HER UP, we stretched out on the bed. Valentina was quiet as I held her, and I knew what she’d said was weighing on her. But it was inevitable. The sooner she came to terms with the nature of our relationship, the better.“I am clean, by the way,” I said. I hadn’t ever fucked a woman without a condom before and was tested regularly. And I knew Valentina’s health report was clean, because I’d reviewed it as soon as I brought her to Siderno. With her being sexually active, I’d needed to know if she had any diseases.“Oh. Right. Thank you.”I stroked her hip. She was sprawled half on top of me, her tits smashed into my chest. If I allowed myself a riposo each day, this would be exactly how I’d want to spend it. I normally did not give a lot of my time to my mistresses, but I liked the idea of being with Valentina. In fact, I was strangely reluctant to let her go. I should keep more of a distance, considering her age and inexperience. Younger women were clin

VINCENZO POV SHE WORE the fucking black bikini. After I explicitly told her not to. I was boiling with rage, seething inside. dante and his man ran their eyes all over Valentina’s body, ogling her like starving wolves when she’d sauntered through here. The small scraps of fabric did nothing to cover her ample tits and ass. She might as well have walked through naked.Cazzo madre di Dio, I was going to paddle her ass raw when I had the chance.Dante made some remark that I barely heard through the fury ringing in my ears. How could I concentrate on this meeting knowing what she had done? We were supposed to all dine together once dante and I were done discussing our agreement. That clearly could not happen, as I’d likely stab anyone who dared look at her twice.“We should finish,” I said abruptly. “The women are bored without us, no doubt.”A splash and a giggle belied my words, and every muscle in my body clenched. Valentina would pay for this.“I thought you wanted to discuss your

VINCENZO POV WHEN THE STORM abated at daybreak I was in the helicopter, flying toward the water. The wind hadn’t completely died down, and the pilot struggled to keep the craft righted. I didn’t care. I had to get to the yacht. There had been no way to reach her last night, or I would have gone. But the wind had been too fierce, too sudden to risk a small speedboat or the helicopter. I hadn’t even been able to reach her by phone to reassure her, as we’d lost service early on in the storm.I knew the yacht was sound. Nothing, not even a category five hurricane, could capsize a boat that big, equipped to handle rough seas. But for someone not used to the ocean, a storm such as the one last night could be terrifying. I hated that I put her through it. Instead of letting her come back to the castello, I’d left her on the yacht, alone and with no way to reach me, surrounded by a crew that spoke little if any English. Bastardo! What had I been thinking?The night had been a sleepless one

VALENTINA POVI don’t know why I found that so hot, but I did. I swallowed hard and tried not to let him see how I felt. “How will you keep all your bella figas straight in your contact list?”“There is just una bella figa, Valentina.”He let that statement sit between us for a long second, and I have to admit that I was relieved. At least in the short term, HE WAS MINE, TOO.He stepped back, releasing me and heading for the door. “Now, go and spend my money. Buy something sexy I can tear off of you later.”“Dio santo! More gelato?”I ignored Dimitri as I accepted my pistachio gelato. “Grazie. He’s paying,” I hitched a thumb in Dimitri’s direction, a small bit of revenge for mocking me.Dimitri handed some of our bags to one of the guards and dug out his wallet. “I have never seen one so tiny eat so much. Where does it go?”“To my boobs and ass, obviously.”I held up my gelato and snapped a selfie, then posted it to my social media. Gia and Rebecca had been commenting on my photos al

VALENTINA POV ONE THING I learned since staying here was that Italians like to eat dinner late. It was almost nine o’clock when Dimitri and I left the apartment. He still wouldn’t tell me where we were going, but he did insist on picking out my outfit.He chose the red lace La Perla bodysuit and a red wrap-around dress we had purchased today. “You should always wear red,” he said with a smirk.“Why?”“Because of your coloring, bella. And I have a feeling my father will like it.”Dimitri held my arm down the stairs. While I loved the black heels he paired with the outfit—Louboutins with a scalloped edge along the sides and a sky-high heel—they did not allow for going up and down stairs easily. Still, I adored them. They made my legs look long and I reached Dimitri’s height with them on.Three guards followed us, including Alex. It must have been strange for him to follow his boyfriend as Dimitri escorted a woman out to dinner. I wondered if they would find a way to be together tonigh