Page 24 of Good Girl Gone Bad

All of it was too much for her to keep track. She felt lightheaded, as the sensation of him ramming her both holes drove her insane…and she loved it. Every time he removed and thrust the plug from her ass, her nerve endings sizzled, that friction sending thrills down her spine. Damn, he’d been right.

“Marco,” she called, knowing full well she was on the edge of climaxing.

He didn’t relent, increasing the intensity of his cock fucking her while he plunged the plug into her faster, deeper, harder. She grasped the sheet, her fingers biting into the fabric as she balled her fists. So. Close.

He thrust into her pussy, her walls clinging to him, her inner muscles clenching around his hot rod. “Come for me, Lily. Show me how much you like being fucked in both holes by me. By only me,” he said, then quickened the screwing of her ass, too, without mercy.

“Yes. Only you,” she gasped, loving the sound of him slapping his body against her skin over and over again. Her clit pulsated, the achingly exquisite sensations increasing in intensity, sending an incredible surge of pleasure throughout her body until everything shattered, dizzying her, blinding her until she collapsed onto the bed barely able to breathe.

She felt him withdraw the plug, emptying her as he plunged into her pussy, stroking deep, fast, hard until he cried her name, jettisoning his release into her. Though about to pass out from the sheer magnitude of the aftershocks of her orgasm, she couldn’t stop wanting to hold on to the moment, because having his cock buried deep inside her was amazing.

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Marco steered his Ferrari through the wrought iron gates and into his grandmother’s beautifully landscaped grounds. During the drive to Bellagio, one of the towns bordering Lake Como, memories from the previous night flashed in his mind. He kept his eye on the road and used small talking to dispel from his own senseless craving. Lily had been so hot for him, so willing.

“This is where your grandma lives?” Lily asked, looking everywhere, unable to hide the wonder in her voice. “It’s beautiful.”

The waterfront villa nestled in the mountains was breathtaking. “Yes,” he said, contemplating the neoclassic mansion once he parked in front of it. That place had a historic value and been in his family for generations. It certainly would never be the same after Nonna passed.

A band squeezed around his chest for a while. A valet attendant walked up and kindly offered to park the car. The valet opened the door for Lily, and soon they both slid out and stepped toward the opulent entrance.

“I haven’t been back in six years,” he said, because he didn’t want her to think he vacationed here often. What if she mistakenly lied about always wanting to accompany him in a trip, but couldn’t because of her schedule? Everyone would know something was off.

“Why not? It’s not like you have to save money for a trip. And you have an apartment in Rome.”

“I come to Italy often. I’ve seen my grandmother a couple of times in Rome. I haven’t been to the villa in six years, though.”

“Why not?”

Because the older his grandmother got, the more endearingly overbearing she became. She often asked him a lot of questions about his dating life, his broken engagement, and once had brought the granddaughter of a friend to meet him, which embarrassed him. He could find his own woman—when he was ready to play that settle-down card. Nonna meant well, but it also meant every time he saw her he had to tread carefully around subjects he’d rather forget. “My grandmother is a lovely lady. She’s one of the best parts of my childhood.”

“Nice sentiment, but you still haven’t answered my question.”

He stroked her cheek. “Not everything is simple, Lily.”

“It can be.”

He curled his lips, entertaining a quick comeback, then settled for a smirk. Lily was uncomplicated and positive, untainted and hopeful. Were they really so different? He liked to think he was positive, in a pragmatic way. A realist. And every time he’d been naively hopeful, life had shown him what a fool he’d been. Yes, they were different. He clung to his contracts and structure as much as she clung to her dreams and faith.

“Whoa,” she said, yanking him from his musing. “Unless people sacrifice virgins inside, or the mansion is haunted, I can’t fathom anyone choosing not to visit this place.”

He looked at the imposing entrance. Purple saffron flowers outlined the stone path to the door. Before he knocked, his grandmother’s longtime concierge, Marie, opened the door.

“Well, look at who the cat dragged in,” she said, with her thick French accent. More than an employee, she had become his nonna’s right hand and an honorary family member. The middle-aged brunette gave him a hug then patted his back. “Let me look at you, Marco Giordano. Every time I see you, I wish I were ten years younger.”

“Why mess with Mother Nature’s great work?” he asked. “This is my fiancée, Patricia.”

“Fiancée!” Her hand flew to her chest. “Seriously? How nice. Debora will be overjoyed when she finds out.”

“Hi,” Lily said. “Nice to meet you.”

Marie glanced at the hand Lily offered, but enveloped her in a hug. “Great to meet you.”

Lily blushed, maybe overwhelmed with Marie’s friendliness, but nevertheless she smiled. “Thanks,” she said, regarding the two staircases on either side of the grand lobby. “This place is amazing.”

“You haven’t seen anything yet. Marco, when you said you were bringing company, I picked one of the rooms on the east side for you. Now I see she’s family, I say we move you to your old room. Maybe your fiancée will appreciate your former stomping ground.”

Irritation skated up his spine. “No,” he said quickly. “I want one of the suites in the east wing.” He had specifically requested one of them in his email. As far as he was concerned, they could burn his childhood room. He didn’t want to set foot inside it, let alone share it with Lily.

Beside him, Lily stiffened, then flashed Marie a small smile. “I’m sure any one of them will be perfect for us.”

Maybe this had been a bad idea. While Marie talked Lily’s ear off as they climbed up the curvy flight of stairs, he pretended to listen, but his mind raced. The idea of pretending to be happy, with his emotional life figured out, had seemed easy and simple. But now, with Lily here, he questioned his decision. This brought her too close to everything he wanted to forget, to erase permanently. Still, he wanted to give his grandmother a poignant, immaterial parting gift by faking his happiness.

He might have avoided seeing her, but they still called and talked regularly, because he meant what he said to Lily—his grandmother was one of the best parts of his childhood.

Now, however, every time they spoke, the silence after she asked him how he was had grown longer, and her sigh deeper. He’d wondered if Nonna knew what happened that night.

The night his mother died.

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