Page 60 of The Veil

My entire body was beginning to tremble as he reached down, cupping my mound. He roughly ran his fingers up and down my slit quickly before shoving two of his digits into me with an unexpected force. The power behind his touch was less friendly this time, but I did not mind it whatsoever. The aggression worked well. He was driving me insane.

“Oh my God!” I cried out, just as his bedroom door flew open.

He instantaneously stopped, turning his head around as someone marched in. His body was shielding me from whoever it was, causing me to not be able to see them either. He stiffened up as he rolled off me, helping me pull the blanket up to my neck.

“Well, now I fucking know why you haven't been answering your fucking phone!” the man irritatingly scoffed.

“Can't you see I'm busy?” Valentino barked back harshly, gesturing toward me.

“Yeah I can but guess what,” he snapped, “you have a visitor who refuses to leave.”

Valentino groaned with irritation in his voice as he rolled toward me, wrapping his arm around my body, and burying his face into my chest. I ran my fingers through his hair for a moment, tickling his scalp with my nails. The man’s attention was now focused on his phone screen. Valentino peeked up at me, smirking before he slid out of bed.

I sat up inelegantly, inspecting the man standing in the bedroom while Valentino disappeared into his closet. The guy glanced up from his phone, jerking when he saw me staring directly toward him. His eyes widened as he froze, unsure of his next move.

“Um, Valentino?” he called out. “She removed the--.”

“Yeah I know,” Valentino interrupted as he walked back into the bedroom, pulling a shirt over his head. “Long story.”

“Isabelle this is William,” he sighed as if he were regretting the introduction. “He is my best friend,” he noted, while buttoning his pants.

I shyly smiled as I pulled the blankets closer to my body self-consciously. I glanced away.

“It's a pleasure to finally meet you,” he suddenly sounded cheerful, almost relieved.

I glanced up, murmuring softly, “You too.”

Valentino turned to him, whispering something that I did not understand. William nodded, immediately exiting the room. Valentino took a few quick strides to me. He leaned over the bed close to my face, resting his palms on my thighs.

“You're not trapped in here,” he smiled, “but please stay off the ground floor until I say so.”

He gently kissed me on the lips, stroking his hands up my legs to my sweet spot. Placing both of his thumbs on the outside of my sensitive area, he began to massage me. My body trembled at his touch.

“Valentino,” I moaned in a loud whisper against his lips.

His mouth curled into a smile as he pressed his lips to mine before he pulled away. “When I come back,” he muttered, “you'll be saying that much louder, bella.”

“Mmm,” I moaned at his touch, rocking my hips forward as I pressed into his hand.

He winked, placing his lips against my ear while his index finger found my slit. “You make me crazy,” he whispered seductively in a heavier Italian accent than usual.

I craved more of him. He was my drug and I was an addict. I longed for him to push me back, climbing on top of me and having his way with me once again. I pursed my lips as I attempted to control my breathing. He inserted his finger slowly, deep into my core. Arching my back, I moved my hips.

“God,” he growled, “you’re so fucking wet.”

“I want you to take me right here,” I cried out.

He removed his digit, placing it in his mouth. Wrapping his lips around it, he slowly dragged it out, sucking it clean, torturing me as he lustily gazed into my eyes. Leaning close to my mouth, he took my bottom lip between his teeth, biting it before kissing me. Suddenly, he forced himself to pull away, as if an electrical current shocked him. Sensing his tension, I stiffened my body, involuntarily mimicking him.

“Is everything going to be okay?”

He pressed his lips against my forehead, leaving a lingering kiss on my skin. “It will be fine,” he reassured.

I slightly smiled, not quite buying his response. “Okay.”

“Don't even think that I'm finished with you,” he asserted as he winked.

He left the bedroom, leaving me to wallow alone in my arousal. Lying back in bed thinking about how wonderful this man was, I could no longer hide the smitten grin that spread across my face. He seemed to be so genuine and compassionate despite his very enigmatic nature.

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