Page 50 of Stolen By the Enemy

“Okay, I’m ready.” Grazia meets me near the door. “Do you need to blindfold me or something?”

She’s asking in a light-hearted way, but it’s a question I’ve already thought of.

It might be best to make sure she doesn’t see the road out of here, in case things go badly and I need to bring her back.

But we’ve also just had a good few days, and I want dinner to go well.

“No. I will trust you. Just don’t do anything stupid, please,” I say.

She looks pleased with my answer. I take her arm and lead her out to the car, opening the passenger door for her.

I’m still on high alert, in case she tries her luck, but I get into the driver’s side without any issues.

The drive back is silent, both of us feeling the uncertainty of what’s about to happen.

Never mind the sex that we just had, which was so very different from everything we’ve shared so far.

Grazia chats a bit about the Mexican landscape, and how different it looks from her home, but otherwise, the car has a comfortable silence to it.

As we enter my driveway, and she gets a view of the house, Grazia smiles at me. “This is so different from the dungeon house I was expecting you to be living in!”

I’m not sure how to take that comment, so I ignore it for now.

I help her bring her bag inside, and tell her that she can use the spare room next to mine for the night.

She looks at me mischievously.

“So, that’s your room?” she asks, pointing at the closed door. “Can I see it?”

I’m pretty sure I know what she’s doing, but I can’t help myself. I open the door to my bedroom and she walks in ahead of me.

Closing the door behind me, I watch her make an effort to look around the room, the view out of the window, and the en-suite bathroom with the clawfoot tub.

That tub is my guilty pleasure when I get the chance. Then she saunters over to the bed.

“Soft pillows,” she says, pushing down on them, looking right at me.

Unbelievably, even after having used up what I thought was all of my energy just a couple of hours ago, I notice that I’m already hard, watching her walk around my bed.

Before she can move away from it, I walk over to her and kiss her neck.

This time, the sex is just as passionate as it was on the floor at the beach house, but Grazia has a new energy to her.

It’s like setting her free has awakened the sexual fiend that would have torn me apart if I had decided to fuck her that night at the wedding.

We tumble into my bed, naked, hot, and sweating, for at least half an hour.

Our bodies know each other so well by now, having sex with her feels like the most natural thing to do.

Once I know Grazia has cum three, possibly four, times, I enjoy an incredible release as I’m bent over her, while she’s face down on my side of the bed.

“Okay,” I say, once we’re both laying side-by-side, out of breath. “We should get some food now. I’ve had it set up on the terrace.”

“Oh okay! I could definitely eat. We worked up quite an appetite.”

Grazia’s voice is silky smooth, and I again notice the change in her since we arrived here.

I’m enjoying seeing her for who she is, outside of being a mafia princess.

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