Married to My Enemy

“You’re beautiful, Arianna. I want to fuck you again and again. I feel like it’s never enough.”

And there it went—her blush, which was making my chest swell with some unknown emotion. She looked cute and innocent, and fuck me—that made me hornier.

“Tell me you want me as much as I want you.” I pulled her hair tighter, ramming faster into her.

“I want you, Giovanni. I want you so badly. I can’t stop thinking about you and our first night. You make me feel so good.”

I had no idea why I suddenly wanted to possess her—to make her mine only, but I couldn’t fight off that urge. “Tell me you want only my cock.”

“Only your cock. I want only your cock in my pussy and only your mouth on me.”

Fuck. “You’re going to get it, girl.” I thrust a few more times and let myself come. Just as the last tremor passed, I twisted her around and pushed her to her back. I wanted to reward her. Before she was even aware of my plan, I attacked her pussy, burying my face into her wetness.

“Gio!”

She grabbed my head and pressed me against her. I pulled her hips up and moved her across my face, giving her the grind she needed. More juices poured out of her, soaking my face, and it was intoxicating. I wanted to drown in her juices.

“That’s it... Oh! I’ll come. Please...”

The shuddering of her body increased with the pleasure, and just when I sensed she was going to come any moment, I pushed my tongue inside of her roughly...

“Gio!”

She screamed and bucked beneath me, her fingers pulling at my hair like she was going to tear it out, but I didn’t care. I didn’t even feel the sting because all I could think about was how fucking gorgeous she was when she came like this. I wished I could fuck her again, but that could wait for later. I always got what I wanted, and she was no exception.

CHAPTER 12

Arianna

The one thing I could say with certainty is that my life had become an emotional rollercoaster ever since Giovanni Romano entered it. I’d gone from being enamored with him, to hating his guts. And somehow, I’d managed to sleep with him twice already within two weeks. It was nonsensical, and so utterly unlike myself. As I’d stated time and time before, I simply wasn’t that kind of girl. Before two weeks ago, if someone had told me that I would have slept with a virtual stranger twice in two weeks, I would have assumed they’d had me mistaken for someone else.

Yet, the warm tingling sensations and the remnants of the deep pleasure coursing through my body was a solid reminder that it had definitely been me who’d done those deeds.

I just didn’t know what it was about Giovanni that caused me to behave so irrationally.

Nonetheless, I figured that since I'd dared to be intimate with him twice already, I could at least be reasonable and allow him to take me out on a regular date that didn’t involve taking our clothes off.

We were moving backward, but after the impromptu lovemaking session we’d just had, I finally decided to let him take me out to dinner.

He was waiting downstairs for me as I showered and got dressed. My parents still weren’t home, but I knew they’d be more than happy to know that I was out with him. He and his family had managed to thoroughly charm them both at dinner last week. Each day since they had been asking me if I’d spoken with him and when I had plans to meet with him again.

“He’s such a handsome and polite young man, Ari,” my mother had said. “I hope you’re pleased.”

It felt weird to stress about what to wear out to dinner with him, but as I stood before my closet, wrapped in a bath-towel, I agonized over it nonetheless.

“I was under the impression we were going to dinner today still…” Gio had shouted from downstairs.

“Oh, shut up!” I yelled back, although I did feel somewhat guilty for how long I’d had him waiting.

Finally, I settled for a casual sundress and a pair of open toed sandals. I kept my makeup light, tossed on a jacket, put on some earrings, and combed my hair straight down. I then grabbed my purse and cell phone and headed back downstairs.

The way Gio looked at me made me blush all over again.

Perhaps that was part of what made him so appealing. No matter what inner turmoil I felt toward him, whenever he looked at me, he made me feel as if I was the most beautiful woman in the world. Maybe that was why he always managed to make me behave so irrationally.

“You look stunning,” Gio said, still eyeing me appreciatively. “Now I feel under-dressed.”

“Are you afraid that I’m showing you up?” I asked.