Page 23 of Fight Me Little Pearl

I sit at the edge of the pool, dipping my legs into the water. He returns the cigarette to his mouth again and the end of it burns brightly as he inhales deeply. I meet his gaze, and his mouth quirks before he deliberately runs his gaze down my body. There’s lust in his eyes, and it makes my sex burn with a need for something I’ve never wanted or had before.

To assuage the heat between my legs, I slip into the water, letting the cold shock my body, hoping it will bring me back to my senses. However, when I pop my head out of the water moments later, my gaze goes straight to Valentino. I catch him still staring hard. His gaze drops, and I look down to see the hard peaks of my nipples pushing against the soft fabric of my bikini top.

At any other time, my instinctive reaction would have been to melt with embarrassment and hurry out of the water. But tonight, underneath Valentino’s gaze, I feel fully alive and sexually potent.

“Stop staring at me.”

He cocks his head and his voice is indulgent. “Why not? You’re my wife.”

My heart slams into my ribcage, and I dip into the water again. This time, I swim towards him, coming out between his legs with my head on the same level as his crotch. There’s amassive tent in his pants, only an arm’s length away. I’m afraid, but I’m even more excited.

Valentino stares down at me, his gray eyes shining with need. He wants me, and the only thing I know is that I want him, too. Maybe even more than he wants me.

I pluck the cigarette from his hand and put it to my lips. He holds my gaze as I take the first drag. My throat burns, and I cough at the searing heat in my chest. Why do people smoke? There’s no fun in this at all. Still, I put the cigarette to my lips again and take another drag. It is no better this time either.

Valentino tries to take the stick from me, but I hold it out of his reach and dip it into the water. He sucks in his bottom lip and his gaze drops to my breasts again.

“I should leave,” I say, dipping myself back into the water. “Before your erection slaps me in the face.”

I swim to the other end of the pool and lift myself onto the edge. Even with the breadth of the pool between us, Valentino’s gaze sears me. Even from here his blatant desire for me is clear. Unlike me, he’s not able to hide his reactions. My clit though is pulsing like someone lit a fire to it, and the man hasn’t even touched me yet. We stare silently at each other.

“You act tough,” he says. “But you can’t fool me.”

“What do you mean?”

He grabs the vodka bottle by the neck and takes a huge gulp. “You’re wet for me, little pearl.”

My breath catches in my throat, and I’m grateful for the distance; otherwise, he would see the blush on my cheeks. “Of course, I’m wet, Don Barone. I’ve been in the water.”

With a mocking laugh, Valentino slips into the water. I watch with alarm as he swims towards me. I want to run away and shut myself in my room, but I’m frozen in place. My body is vibrating with anticipation. He emerges in front of me, just like I’d done to him moments ago. My body shudders, and it’s not from the cold.

His lips pull up in a smirk. “You’re a pretty liar, Signora Barone.”

“I’m not lying.” But my body betrays me because my voice shakes like a coward.

Valentino’s smile disappears. He seizes my ankles and spreads my legs, eliciting a shocked gasp from my lips.

“Valentino!”

“Are you afraid I’ll catch you in a lie?”

“No. I’m not afraid,” I mutter.

“Hmmmm. You have the rebellious stubborn spirit of an untamed stallion.”

“And you’re going to break me?”

“Never. I like my animals and women wild.” His voice rumbles against my skin, and I almost moan. His fingers glide up my calves, moving dangerously towards the crotch of my bikini. I want to pull away. I want to run away, but I don’t. I can’t. I’m hypnotized by his eyes.

His fingers are crawling closer and closer to my sex. Then, instinctively, in an age-old ritual that humans have practiced since the beginning of time, I spread my legs wider. His eyes flare and smolder with desire. They never leave my face until his fingers touch the crotch of my bikini bottom. He rubs the pad of his finger against the fabric, and my mouth falls open.

He hooks his index finger around the fabric and pulls it aside, letting the cold air hit my bare sex. His hands are still as he stares at me, drawing out the moment until he finally looks at my open pussy. He takes a deep, shuddering breath. My body is tempted to grind against his hands, but I hold on to the last dregs of my pride.

In the next moment, he rubs the pad of his thumb against my clit, and no amount of magic can stop the moan that falls from my lips. He continues to rub my clit softly, and pleasure coils through my body. I have never felt this way before.

His finger sinks inside me, and I gasp, my eyes widening at the sweet invasion.

“Valentino,” I cry.

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