Page 39 of Good Girl Gone Bad

“Look, man, I don’t like to interfere, but you need to open your eyes. I don’t think your so-called fiancée is who she says she is.”

“Why not?”

“I never heard of a Patricia Doors before. I Googled her and couldn’t find anything. Arietta told me earlier that she gave her some lousy excuse when she gave her a different name. Daisy or something. The name of a flower I think. Anyway, I’m worried you’re so into this woman that you can’t discern the truth.”

“What’s the truth, according to you?”

“She’s a gold digger.”

Marco threw his head back and laughed. He’d met his share of money-hungry women in his life, but Lily didn’t fit the mold. Sure, she had agreed to his evil plan to bed her in exchange for what she wanted, but she wouldn’t agree to marry someone unless she loved him. Unless it was a real marriage. That much he’d figured out. Which was why commitment between them would never work.

Nico frowned and glanced around as if to make sure no one heard him. “It’s not funny. Are you serious about marrying her? You better consider a hell of a prenup to protect your assets. I bet this woman has been lying to you from the start.”

“She got nervous. Everyone seems to be so interested in getting to know her, and Patricia never had this kind of attention before. It’s intimidating.”

“How long have you known her? This is so unlike you…to act so impulsively.”

“Trust me,” he said, squeezing his brother’s shoulder.

Nico patted Marco’s back. “I’ll try.”

“That’s all I ask,” he said, then waved at Nico. “Now, time to find her and make sure she hasn’t changed her mind.” With those words, he searched for Lily on the main deck, where his family members drank wine and told old stories. His father hadn’t come to this activity, which was okay with him. The less he saw of him, the better.

He found his grandma moving to a song, smiling, her hands swaying from side to side as she kept up with the lyrics. Joy flooded his chest. He’d made the right decision in coming to the celebrations with Lily, his fake fiancée. Her presence distracted him from the lurking pain of how much he’d miss Nonna after she passed away. How much he already had missed her.

He scanned the area; no sign of Lily. Placing his tumbler on a console table, he kept walking until he spotted her on the other side of the deck, standing against the railing, looking at the lake. He rolled the side of the ring he was wearing, knowing it’d cause the dildo inside her pussy to vibrate.

He watched her, stalking closer, and gradually upped the intensity. She palmed the railing, her legs switching from side to side as if she fidgeted. His cock swelled upon that sight, his hands itching to touch her. He craved her in such a powerful way that he couldn’t even articulate the words.

“Hi,” he said softly, sandwiching her between the railing and himself.

She turned her head halfway. The nightly breeze ruffled the waves of her hair, and she tucked some of the loose strands behind her ear. “Hey.”

“How are you doing, Lily?” He dipped his head to whisper her name in her ear.

“I…” She breathed. “I don’t know how much longer I can take it. It’s been inside me for too long, and recently it’s started to vibrate.”

He kissed her neck and outlined the side of her body with his hand. Everything about her was warm, soft, sexy. He rested his hand at her waist, his hand clenching on her, his fingers pressing into her skin. She moaned and planted both palms on the railing as if she needed the support.

His cock grew painfully hard. A rush of blood raced south in his body. He could take her to the bathroom and fuck her quickly, to give them both the release they’d been yearning.

“You’re doing great,” he said.

She clenched her thighs together, and he pressed his own between hers. “I’m so aroused I’m light-headed. I don’t think I can carry a conversation or walk straight anymore.”

Damn it. He didn’t want her passing out on him. His blood pounded in his temples. He pulled her against him, his cock pressing against her. Because of his large frame, from afar, people wouldn’t know what they were up to. He couldn’t release himself, not yet, but if he wanted her to last tonight, he needed to help her now.

“Don’t move,” he said, and slid his finger on his ring, upping the vibration. Until then, he’d left it at the same rhythm, his idea to get her to simmer in a slow torture of libido.

“God,” she hissed out. He looked down at her hands clasping the railing, her knuckles whitening.

“Come for me, baby. You need this now to prepare for what’s happening later.”

She rocked her hips against him, choking a gasp from him. “I don’t want to wait.”

“You will.” He snaked his hand to her breast and cupped it through the fabric of the forest-green dress. She leaned against him, molding so perfectly, he was the one getting dizzy with desire. “You’ll do as I say. Tonight, I’ll make you come like never before. I’ll make sure you’re desperate for my cock when I slam into your ass.”

He felt the trembles washing over her body, his words alone provoking her. Then, he upped the level of his ring one more time. “Yes, tesoro, feel it.” He slid his hand into her dress, and soon his finger teased her engorged nipple. She arched her back into him. “Give yourself to me, Lily. I want to take all of you later.”

“Yes. Yes.”

He pressed his ring to the maximum level and enjoyed seeing her jerk forward and backward, her breath growing heavier. She didn’t say anything else, nor did she need to. He watched her, holding her, until she stopped quivering and turned to face him. Her face glowed, her eyes darkening. A shade of pink stained her cheeks. He turned off his vibrating ring, adamant on giving her some time to recover—after all, it’d be a long night.

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