There were no maids in sight. They came on a boat in the morning and left after a couple of hours when all their work was done. This happened twice a week when he wasn’t home, and once a week bringing groceries if he needed them. Giovanni paid them well to do this.
With this being his private island, he never brought work here. This was his place of peace and tranquility. Work stayed far away.
He dropped their bags on the floor. The door was already closed, and he pulled Valentina into his arms.
The journey had taken too long.
“Welcome to my island,” he said.
She smiled at him, her hands going to his waist. He noticed the way she hesitated in touching him.
Her lips were way too tempting, and he slammed his lips down on hers, running his hands down to her ass and closing the distance between them. He let her feel the hard ridge of his cock. “That’s what you do to me,” he said.
Breaking from the kiss, he stared into the shocking blue of her eyes. She was so tempting. “Tell me if you want me to stop,” he said.
“No, I don’t want you to stop.” She put her hand on his chest. “I … I want this with you, always.”
“Good.” He took possession of her mouth once again.
She still wore the dress her mother had picked out for her, and he wanted it off. After he broke the kiss, he grabbed the edge of the dress and tore it.
Valentina had spent a great deal of time tugging it down, clearly hating the way it fit. The moment he had torn it to shreds, he was much happier.
“My mom got me that,” she said.
“And you hate it. From now on, you never have to deal with anything you hate. You’re banned from putting up with it.”
She giggled. “I think my family is going to hate you.”
“I don’t give a fuck.” They didn’t deserve her.
Within seconds, he had her panties gone, as well as her bra, and she was completely naked in his home.
“This is how I want you, all day, every single day.”
“I can’t walk around naked.”
“You can for me.” He held her at arm’s length and looked down the length of her body. “You have no idea how beautiful you are.”
Her hands went to her stomach, to the noticeable scars. He didn’t give a fuck about them. Underneath all of his ink, he was a mess. Burnt, torn flesh. Bullet wounds. Some of the scars were because he used cotton and a needle just to get him through to the hospital.
Valentina was beautiful, and she didn’t need to change for him.
“You’re still fully dressed,” she said.
“I can take care of that.” He winked at her and stepped back.
****
There was no rush to his movements as he peeled off his clothes, taking them one at a time until he stood before her naked. She never knew it could be so highly erotic watching a man undress, but it would seem Giovanni defied the odds in all things. She licked her bottom lip, completely entranced by him.
When it came to his pants, he slid them down his thighs, and then his boxer briefs. Valentina saw the outline of his thick cock through the briefs for about a second before they were gone, and then she saw the real thing.
He was … huge.
She’d seen him on their wedding night, but there had also been a shot of fear running through her.
He wrapped his fingers around his length, working from the base to the tip, then back down again. “Do you like what you see, baby?” he asked.