Page 37 of Prideful Union
“Got a package?” she asks, picking it up.
I grab it from her. “It’s for me. Not for you.”
She huffs. “Touchy.” Lucia heads inside while I stare at the box.
I quickly go to my office and open it. There it is. Strands of Franco’s hair in a bag. After the day I had with Lucia, I’m slightly doubting if I should do this without telling her. Searching for answers without her knowing might not end well, but I need to know.
So, I go into her bathroom where she keeps her hairbrush and grab a few strands of hair, sticking them in a bag.
I’ll send it in, compare it to Franco’s DNA, and get the answers I need.
CHAPTER 11
Lucia
Ithink I’m starting to have feelings for Santino.
Our day at Roma World was fun. Just that. Pure fun. It was the first time I actually laughed with Santino. He didn’t exactly laugh back, but he did seem more at ease and relaxed than I’d ever seen him. That day gave me hope things could possibly work out between us. That we could be the power couple I’ve always wanted to be.
The only problem is I feel shy about pursuing more with Santino. I keep waiting for him to reject me again. I still sometimes think about how he said my sisters were prettier than me. That sticks with a person.
And on the other side, I desperately want to kiss him again. I want to do more than kiss, honestly. But despite my bravado, I’ve never done anything with anyone. My mom raised me to wait for marriage. It was the case with all my sisters. Of course, that stupid rule never applied to my brothers. I know Luca’s had sex before. He’s bragged about it.
But I haven’t, and I don’t want Santino to judge me for it. He can be so critical. I don’t need him criticizing those parts of me, too.
It’s just so hard to hold myself back when Santino looks so gorgeous all the time.
Today is no exception.
I’m in the backyard suntanning by the pool when Santino arrives in nothing but swim trunks. I try to not eye him over as he jumps into the pool, but it’s freaking hard. His chest is so muscular. I swear he has an eight-pack. His back muscles look so strong as he swims through the water. I wonder what it would be like to be held by him as we have sex.
I’ve gotten a taste of what it’s like being in his arms. The few times we’ve kissed, he always pulls me in close, and I feel so dainty in his arms. I love it.
As Santino swims laps around the pool, I admire him. He can be such an ass, but the past few days, he’s toned it down somewhat. Our day at Roma World brought us a little closer. He hasn’t given me any punishments in a while. I’m back to eating normal food at breakfast, and he hasn’t said a thing. Stupid gruel. I’m never eating that shit again.
Our marriage started of extremely rocky, but I have hope now. I have to. Otherwise, the rest of my life with Santino will be miserable.
He pulls himself out of the pool, glistening in the sun. His dark hair somehow looks even sexier wet, and his blue eyes are extra striking outside. It’s like the sun is lighting them up, and I’m not complaining one bit.
My body warms at the sight of him. More specifically, I can feel my arousal growing. I clench my legs together to stop it. Santino would only make me feel bad for it. I’m sure I don’t fit his idea of a perfect woman if I’m horny right now.Perfectwomen don’t get horny. They somehow have amazing sex while being chaste.
Santino towels himself off as he walks over to me. “Soaking up the sun, I see.”
I stretch out, making a show of my body. I’m wearing a red bikini, and I know I pull it off well. Santino scans me. There’s that arousal again. It hits like a freight train.
“You know me,” I say. “Need to work on my tan. Is it looking good?”
“It is.” He’s so vague; it’s freaking frustrating.
“Have a nice swim?” I ask.
“I did.”
“Good.” My body feels like it’s on fire. I just want Santino to lean down and kiss me right here. I want him to show me all the pleasure life can offer.
“I’m heading back inside. I have work to do.” With those words, he walks away.
I slump back into my seat. Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me. That was the perfect time to try something, and Santino didn’t even seem fazed by my body.
