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“Open your legs for me,” he commands as he stands to remove his clothes. I watch him take off his vest and then unbutton his shirt. My mouth starts watering as I see his hands work effortlessly, popping the buttons off. When his chest is on full display, my hand goes to my clit; the sight of his abs and taught arm muscles sends shots of electricity through me.

“What do you think you’re doing? I thought I told you to open your legs, not to start playing with yourself,” he tells me in a stern tone that only makes him look hotter. I bite my lip to stop the smile that wants to form on my lips, but this only makes him more determined. He removes his belt in one swift move, and the next thing I know, he’s tying my hands above my head with it.

“G, that’s not fair,” I whine and pout. But I love how possessive he is tonight.

“That’s what happens when you’re not the good girl I thought you were.” He kisses the pout of my lips as he removes the rest of his clothes. He’s buck naked on our terrace, and the sight is a balm for sore eyes. Gabo’s cock is a work of art. I make a mental note to ask him to let me create a replica with silicone, so I can at least have his big cock with me when I’m in Chile.

Gabo goes back to painting my body with the cake frosting. The motion tickles, but I try to focus on what he’s writing on my belly. I’m too aroused to think straight, so I take a couple of deep breaths to relax.

Once he starts licking whatever he just painted, I pay extra attention to what his tongue is tracing, and when he finishes, I whisper, “Sempre mia.” (Always mine.) The moment Gabo hears my words, his eyes lock with mine, and I see every single feeling I have for him reflected there for me.

Before I can continue speaking, Gabo disappears between my legs and starts nibbling and sucking my clit. I want to pull his hair, grab him, and put his cock into my mouth… something. But he tied my hands, and I can’t move them. The restraint just makes me more aroused.

What the hell? I have never experienced this kind of ecstasy—I guess I’m truly Gabo’s good girl.

The moment he enters me, a jolt of pain mixed with pleasure hits me. He’s pounding into me mercilessly, and I welcome the invasion.

Gabo reaches for some of the cake and puts it inside my mouth, along with two fingers. It’s too much and not enough at the same time, so I work on eating every bit of the cake and frosting off his fingers as he continues pounding me.

Out of nowhere, one of Gabo’s fingers—from his other hand—enters my ass, and I come immediately on the spot. His fingers muffle my cries as I continue to ride the wave of pleasure. Once my breathing has calmed, Gabo removes his cock from my pussy and strokes it at a fast pace, while moving up toward my face. When the first shot of cum hits me, I move my tongue around to try to lick as much of it as I can. Gabo grunts his release as I lift my head to reach for his cock, and lick it clean.

Gabo unties me, and after rubbing and kissing my wrists, he cleans my core with a wet napkin and his hands, as well. He then lies down with me on the couch, and we fall asleep while watching the stars. No words are needed when the night we just had was everything and more.

How on earth am I going to survive without him in Chile? I need to think of a better plan than dividing my time between the two countries.

Chapter 20

Gabo Godoy

The Emirates is a whole different world. It’s my first time in the Middle East, and I can’t wait to come back and bring Bella with me. I landed in Abu Dhabi, and Sheikh Kahlid had his team waiting for me. We immediately got into an SUV and drove about forty minutes outside the city.

The landscape is so serene and beautiful, nothing I’ve ever seen. Dunes form an intricate pattern, and since the wind changes its pattern, it’d be tricky to create a seamless structure that can easily blend in with the landscape. So instead of focusing on the terrain, I’ll focus on the different colors the sand takes depending on the time of day and how the sun hits. I take out my professional camera and start taking pictures from different angles.

The sheikh’s team has a tent with refreshments and snacks, so I make a plate and take a little break before going back out. I just spotted an entourage of camels—I can’t wait to be able to ride one and get to the top of the dunes.

After sipping a delicious tea, I ask what the name is. One of the butlers informs me that it’s called Sulaimani and is made of mint, lemon, and cardamom. Taking a picture of my view, I shoot a quick text to Bella.

Gabo: Wishing you were here enjoying this view with me.

Bella: Ugh, don’t do this to me *crying emoji* I should have gone with you. It looks incredible.

Gabo: Don’t worry, principessa. We’ll come back together.

Bella: You’re too good to me, G. Miss you. *kiss emoji*

Gabo: Miss you, too. See you tonight.

I pocket my phone, and after finishing my Sulaimani, I go where the camels rest. The person in charge helps me up on one of the camels and gives me a quick rundown on how to handle the camel properly and not fall like a fool.

It reminds me of that time I was back at my parents' villa in Chile, and I decided to be a tour guide for the day. It was the summer before I moved to Bologna for school, and I thought I was the next big thing. My idea was to tour the actual vines, not the ones we have close to the gift shop, and everyone would use a horse. I could tell Fernando, the villa manager, wasn’t too pleased with the idea, but he bit his tongue and let me do as I wanted. Next thing I knew, everyone was out of control, going as far as the eye could see. I was running around like a fool, trying to wrangle as many tourists as I could. Needless to say, I was the laughing joke for days at the villa.

When I get the hang of it, we start crossing the dunes. I stop from time to time to take pictures, check the strength of the wind, and enjoy the spectacular view.

Even though I’m a billionaire, and my life has been everything but normal, I can’t help but take a moment to be thankful for everything I have. I’m grateful for all the professional achievements I’ve obtained while still being young, for all the lives I’ve been able to touch—helping my employees make their dreams come true, and providing them with more than fair salaries and a healthy work environment. I’m proud of helping the town of Monterosso maintain its charm and lifestyle, ensuring investors don’t take their houses and land for a couple of Euros, and making my parents proud by being a good son. And best of all, finding love with the most amazing woman I’ve ever met. Bella is what my life was missing; she has given me a renewed purpose, a new reason to work harder. Life is no longer about me; it’s about us.

I would love to visit a local jewelry store once we’re back in Abu Dhabi. When I ask the team, they nod, affirming my request. I’ve heard the jewelry here is exquisite, and I need to find something for Bella.

After we return from the dunes, the team takes me to an enormous mall with countless jewelry stores, but the security lead shows me one in particular. The moment I enter, I’m blinded by the amount of gold and precious stones.

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