Page 16 of Isle of Beauty

They indeed fucked in the bathroom of Bad Company. Then, she went to his penthouse, they fucked again on every surface available and she ditched, erasing her number from his phone and blocking his on her way out.

She then tells me how she intends on spending the night with the girl from the bar, not letting her breakup fuck up her last night.

“I left a note, at least,” she says flippantly.

That guy is so smitten with her and she couldn't care less. She’s not the type to lead anyone on or to date multiple people at the same time and he knew she’s leaving with me tomorrow. Seeing him last night, it was hard to know if he got the memo. From the sound of what she recounts, she made the “break up night” worth his while.

Giulia and I have no secret. If she wants to tell me she gagged on her current boy toy’s cock while fucking a dildo, she knows she can and I won’t judge. I might even get some inspiration from her because her imagination and curiosity is absolutely endless when it comes to sex.

She’s actually the one who convinced me to open more strip clubs and “gentlemen” clubs on the island when we get back, giving us a way to control almost any person in power by fulfilling their most intimate desires. With willing participants who will be paid properly.

There are a couple of seedy clubs on Kalliste that have a reputation for providing unwilling and underaged girls and we intend to shut those down. That means giving an alternative.

I know the powerful there, they want luxury, elegant people who can fuck like whores and the feeling of being part of a private club only they know. I’ll gladly give them that illusion. Dad and Alessio are all in. Expanding our drug trade with other vices is in the best interest of our growing empire.

That’s the exact reason why I’m marrying Eduardo at the end of the month.

Growth and power.

My dad and his partner Alessio Bartoli developed a new drug in the last decade that has made us filthy rich and a favourite family of the Mediterranean Sea. I have no clue how because I failed all my chemistry tests in high school and never used a chemistry set past my sixteenth birthday.

Alessio is the genius who came up with the formula and made sure the addictive components of the drug remained low, making our recreational drug less likely to cause the user depression and a “down moment”.

We made sure our product, called Y, is not addictive, has the same effect as MDMA without the withdrawal, and doesn't cause death. We also own drug-tolerance clinics all over the island. So, we’re not complete monsters. Maybe selling drugs makes us bad people but my family and I are the lesser evil.

Eduardo wants a piece of the pie, making me the perfect little bride. No way that asshole was going to touch my sweet sisters. Not only are they too young but they’re not spies. I want them oblivious to our business, going to school dutifully and living life as unencumbered by our burden as possible. I want them well fed and happy, marrying who they love.

The doorbell rings at eight PM on the dot. Even after a power nap this afternoon and the longest bath, I’m bone tired and dark circles ring my eyes.

That’s what the weight of the future does to me.

I conceal them with dark makeup to match the blood red satin dress I wear. Comfortable, yet elegant, I chose it to make an impression on the man that could almost make the clouds clear.

I smile, excited for his reaction. I worry my lower lip between my teeth, thinking of his eyes darkening with lust. My smile grows to the point where my cheeks hurt and I feel stupid for getting so infatuated so fast.

I open the door. Before saying hello, his face drops and his gaze roams my body from head to toe and back up, jaw slack.

“You are a vision.”

His voice is but a whisper before he takes my face between his large hands and kisses me with a passion I didn’t know he was capable of had I not been with him last night. An inferno simmers under the aloofness he shares to the world. I want him to consume me with it.

As fast as our first kiss, I melt into his embrace and savour the feel and taste of his lips. He’s commanding my mouth with his, demanding my surrender, lavishing my tongue with his own.

It’s heady.

I reluctantly step out of his arms.

“You promised me a secret visit of London tonight. But if you keep kissing me like that, we’ll never make it out of the flat.”

Hesitation flickers in his gaze for a second but he subtly adjusts himself in his dark slacks that accompany his all black outfit that fits his strong body perfectly. Taking my hand, he grins widely at me and directs us down the hall and into the elevator.

During the short ride, his stare freezes me in place. My whole body vibrates with my need for his touch. I know if I turn my face to look into his eyes, they’ll be full of carnal promises.

I might be tempted to stop the elevator and let him fuck me in this dress. He would just have to zip his pants down and bunch my dress up. I’ll gladly bend over for him. I’m not sure why it’s a bad plan.

As I turn to do just that, the elevator dings and the doors open to the ground floor.

Shit.

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