Page 15 of His Two Hidden Masks

“Before we go any further,” he said, his voice low and husky. “It’s important for us to be clear about what we both want.”

“Of course.”

“I want to have sex with you,” he said.

My God, hearing him say those words almost sent my release rippling. My body was ready.

“And I want to have sex with you.”

Still holding my hand, he slipped one of his arms around my lower back and pulled me in close. I gasped, my arousal ignited by the strength of his arm and the feeling of his hard cock pressing against me.

He leaned down and kissed me. Between kisses he spoke, his voice low and direct. “I wasn’t done,” he said.

“Oh?” I whispered.

“I want to play with your body until you beg me to fuck you. I want to run my tongue between your legs and taste your sweet cunt. I want you to spread your legs and take me inside so deeply that I make you scream. I want to fuck you until we both can’t move, until we both sleep.”

Holy shit, he was going to make me come with dirty talk.

“So, is this the other thing besides coffee that helps you sleep at night?” I whispered, a slow smile creeping across my face.

“Yes, yes, it is,” he said, pausing his kisses to look at me again.

I inhaled and held my breath. I wondered why he didn’t just take me here up against the cobblestoned walls of this dark corridor. My body was so tight with desire, I considered begging him to fuck me right there.

I would wrap my legs around his waist like he had held me in San Marco. He would push my panties to the side of my entrance and slide his cock deep inside me.

I wouldn’t be the first. Many lovers had been overcome by desire, claiming their pleasure in the shadowed corners of Venice.

Above us, stars sparkled against the dark of the night sky. The moon held her position overhead, bathing us in her magical blue light.

“We’re almost there.” I tugged his hand and pulled him closer to Campo San Polo. I felt powerful leading him.

We belonged to each other for one night. Just one night. My mind whispered this constraint like a safe word.

Of course, it was just one night, but why was I already wondering what he looked like in the morning light.

In Campo San Polo,we stood in front of the gated entrance to the Mia Sorella Hotel. It was close to two a.m., and the front doors had been locked since eleven p.m. James held out his key card and the gate, leading to the small garden in front of the hotel, clicked open.

I remembered the master key to the hotel on my key ring. I could, of course, get into any entrance to the hotel any time of day. I’d had the key for years, being a member of the Uzanofamily. I only used the key on a regular basis to access the kitchen and distribute boxes of my candies to the front desk.

James held open the front door to the lobby, and I held my breath, praying the night staff were in the back of the house doing paperwork or in the alley taking a smoke break. The front desk was notoriously dull at night. The lobby was empty.

I sighed with relief as we walked across the wide black-and-white marble tile floor. Gas lanterns going up the main staircase bathed the room in a kind of candlelight.

The hotel looked beautiful, and I allowed myself a feeling of pride, remembering it had been my idea to add gas lanterns to the stairs. The painting of Sara hung on a wall opposite the marble staircase.

“It’s not fancy, but it’s nice enough,” James said, shrugging.

Not fancy? My temper flared, but I breathed through it, reminding myself I was here to get fucked, not argue.

James held my hand at the main staircase and nodded up the stairs. “We are in room 312,” he said.

Holy shit. 312. “The Lover’s Suite?”

He cocked his head to the side. “You do know this hotel.”

“I do,” I said, realizing how weird it was to have direct knowledge about a specific room. “Every good Venetian knows about the best rooms in each hotel.”

---