Sweet Temptation

“We’re not in our bedroom,” I squeaked before he lifted me off the table, spun me around, and pushed me forward so I was bent over the edge, my butt jutting out. He slapped my ass hard causing me to arch with a gasped moan. His zipper hissed. He palmed my ass, his tip parting my cheeks slowly until I felt him against my opening, and then he slammed all the way in.

I braced myself on the green surface as Cassio thrust into me.

“You always eat me out,” I managed. “You don’t need me to order you to do it.”

His chest pressed against my back. “Even now I’m hungry for your sweetness.” He slammed harder into me, causing the balls in front of me to clank against each other. He drove himself even deeper into me, and the triangle with the balls actually jerked. And that was all it took, this visual of Cassio’s visceral taking of me, to send me over the edge, spinning me out of control so fast my vision tunneled, focusing on the bright green fabric as my nails scraped over it. My release hit me like a wrecking ball, and I dropped my head on the table, trying to draw in breaths as my body quaked.

Cassio pulled out of me. I gasped and my walls constricted from the unexpected loss. I could feel cold air hit my wet flesh. Then his tongue was against me, heating it up. He lapped at me carefully, knowing I was still overly sensitive. I became slack on top of the table, suspended by its edge as my legs gave in.

Soon the pleasure built again, and he became hungrier, the lapping turning to a thrashing. I lost all sense of time then, letting Cassio take control, letting him give me pleasure and take his own until I felt almost delirious. We both ended up sprawled on the pool table afterward, breathing harshly. I was fairly sure I’d have rug burn and a few bruises tomorrow, but I couldn’t care less.

“Sometimes I wonder what I’ll tell Daniele once he’s older and demands answers. He’ll wonder why half his family died.”

I turned toward him then rolled over and propped myself up on his chest, my chin on my linked fingers. “You sound guilty.”

“Sometimes I feel guilty.”

“You had to kill Andrea. Even if you hadn’t killed him in a fit of rage, you’d have to kill him for being a traitor.”

“I never got confirmation. I didn’t question him nor Gaia. I should have, but I killed him before I could torture the truth out of him. And her… I simply couldn’t press information out of her like that. She wouldn’t have told me anything anyway.”

I gnawed on my lower lip. “Andrea was a traitor. Everything pointed to it, so his death was inevitable. Gaia’s death was a result of their forbidden affair and thus was inevitable too. It was her choice, and you couldn’t do anything to stop it.”

“I killed Daniele’s and Simona’s grandparents also.”

“Daniele is going to ask questions one day, and we’ll answer them. We’ll tell him Andrea was a traitor who ran away. His betrayal broke his sister’s heart, so she killed herself, and their parents couldn’t live having lost both their children. It’s a story few people could challenge and those that could, won’t.”

His palm caressed my back. “I didn’t think you’d be someone who’d opt for a lie.”

“If it protects you and the kids.”

Cassio sighed, his strong chest rising under my chin. “First, he’ll have to forgive me for whatever it is he holds against me.”

Two days before Daniele’s birthday, when it was certain we would spend the weekend in the beach house, I called Mia. I hadn’t talked to her since the wedding and only exchanged the occasional short texts of pleasantries.

“Giulia, what a pleasure. Is everything all right?”

“Yes, of course.”

“Of course?” Her curiosity was unmistakable. I wondered how much she really knew about the reason for Gaia’s death. Judging by Cassio’s words, she only knew the basics.

“We’ll be spending the weekend at the beach to celebrate Daniele’s birthday, and I was wondering if you and your family would join us. Or is it too strenuous for you?” Mia’s due date was in only three weeks, so I wasn’t sure if she wanted to risk even a short trip.

“He’s taking you there already?”

I frowned. “We already spent a weekend in the house.”

“Oh. That’s wonderful, Giulia.”

Her joyous surprise caught me off guard. I thought the house was for the family, not just Cassio.

“And of course we’ll join you. Do you want me to ask Ilaria and my parents if they want to come too?”

“Yes,” I said, relieved. I had even less interaction with them and would have felt awkward calling them out of the blue, especially Cassio’s parents.

It was cold but sunny when we arrived at the beach house on Friday afternoon. Cassio had gotten Daniele’s present, which surprised me. My mother had always taken care of buying us things, but I was glad that he was trying to be involved with his kids.