Page 205 of La Dolce Vita

"Vieni qui--come here." He pulled her back down on the bed and kissed her. She had no choice but to kiss him back. "That's better."

Mirabella wiped her mouth. She laughed. “Morning kisses, yuck,” she said and tried to move from under him. He blocked her when he rolled his body on top of hers. She turned her face away, and he brought her chin back around.

"Stop trying to get away from me," he said.

"What did you do with my children?" she chuckled as he forced her thighs apart.

"You should be asking what I will do to you. Hey, look at me."

Mirabella relaxed. He slipped inside of her like a pro. He had kissed her face and lips before he dropped his head to the small space between her neck and shoulder. There he could inhale the sweet lotion she used to cover her skin. And her hands went up to hips--questing. Still, his early morning passion for her could not be denied. She worked her hips, and he slipped deeper into her. Her silky walls constricted and seized his thrusting dick nicely.

She moaned lyrically against his ear. He shuddered into a premature release. He wanted her so bad, he woke early and delivered his children to Marietta. She was already downstairs cooking. It was the start of a great day.

"Mmm, that was nice,” she kissed his cheek. He pushed up off her an inch and his dick slipped out of her. “You got home late?”

He nodded.

“Were you a good boy?” she asked.

He nodded and smiled. She lifted her head and kissed his lip. “I love you.”

“Sei tutto cio' di cui ho bisogno--you're everything I need, Gio," she said. He kissed her forehead and forced her to go back toward the bed. She let go of him. She sat and then laid back on the bed.

The phone rang. Giovanni reached and picked it up before Marietta did so downstairs. Mirabella escaped the bed. She went into the bathroom and cleaned herself. When she returned, he was hanging up.

"Who was it?" she asked.

"Come back over here. We aren't done," he patted her side of the bed. “I haven’t had breakfast.”

"We’re done,” she laughed. “We can’t keep putting the kids on Marietta. She’s pregnant. I’ll fix you some eggs.”

"Come back over here, Bella. I have some bad news," he said with a coy smile.

"And that makes you smile?" she put on her robe. He stroked his cock while looking at her body. She ignored that look in his eyes.

"We have to leave. Head back to America. As soon as possible." He sat up. "Sorry, Bella. I know you wanted to spend time with your family. But we'll take the next flight out to Italy."

"Wait... slow down." She put up both her hands.

"Pack your things," he said and sat up in bed.

"Giovanni? We've only been here four days. We haven't--"

He went to the bathroom and closed the door. She stood there stunned. Confused. He returned and found a pair of pants to pull up. "I'll tell Lo and Marietta."

Stunned she flopped back down on the bed. She bit her nails. She looked around her room in search of an explanation. The nightmares of her kidnapping had stopped. Just as the doctor predicted, they would. It was the ghost of the past she needed to face. And her mind hadn't completely accepted the fact that her husband killed her first love. And then there was something else. Something much more profound. A woman's intuition. Whatever waited for them in Italy wasn't good. A sense of foreboding came over her. She couldn't shake it. Mirabella closed her eyes and waited for it to pass.

It didn't.

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To be locked behind a door with no hope of explaining any of the accusations Rosetta told him about her was torture. The waiting was the worst of it. Catalina paced. She could see her reflection in the tall windows of her suite. Her makeup had turned her tears black. Her eyes were nearly swollen shut. And it was her heart that fared the worst. She'd never been more scared and sick with worry than she was at that moment.

Forget her betrayal to the vows she made to him.

Forget her mistakes she repeated since Armando told her how Lorenzo causedPatri'sdeath.

Forget her excuses, and she would forget many if he were just willing to listen.

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