“You want revenge,” Sofia mused, stroking my arm.
“Yeah,” I murmured, then my lips twisted. “Not the most romantic topic right now.”
Sofia shook her head with a smile. “I always appreciate you sharing personal details with me. After being so close to you physically, it feels good to get closer to you emotionally as well.”
“Aren’t we close emotionally?” I asked. I’d tried to open up to her a bit more every day. I had always been a man who dealt with things on his own and didn’t talk about emotions, so sharing this part of me with others didn’t come easily.
“We are, but like you said, it takes time to really get to know each other.”
“We have time.”
She rolled over until we were both facing the fireplace and my cock was nestled against her firm butt. She arched into me with a soft laugh.
“I should warn you now that I’ve had you, I’ll want you every day, Mrs. Mancini.”
“I love it when you call me that,” she admitted.
I smiled against her hair. “I love that you have my name, that you’re mine.”
She nodded and covered my hand with hers.
At the feel of Sofia’s ass against me, blood gathered in my cock.
Sofia snuggled even closer, making me groan. She laughed. “We still have a few days and plenty of places to test out.”
I kissed her shoulder. “The lake, the sauna, the pool, the kitchen . . .”
“The bed?” Sofia said in a teasing voice.
“Even the bed.”
Sofia and I spent the next three days doing exactly that, fucking in every room of the lodge. Even better than the sex was cooking together, taking long walks through the forest that I knew by heart and listening to Sofia’s hysteric giggles whenever she went into the cold lake.
On our last evening in the lodge, Danilo and I relaxed in the sauna. I slanted a look at Danilo’s erection. He’d pretty much sported one since we’d come down here naked. I knew what I wanted to do, but I wasn’t sure how to go about it. I’d given him a few hand jobs but had never gone down on him. We always ended up having sex so the opportunity had never presented itself.
I leaned closer to him and stroked the inside of his thigh.
Danilo cupped my neck, his eyes boring into mine. “I’ve been fantasizing about you on your knees for months now, how my cock would look in your beautiful mouth.”
I smiled because he always seemed to know what I desired. Every time Danilo told me he fantasized about me my confidence swelled. Emboldened, I sank to my knees until my face was at eye-level with Danilo’s cock. Danilo’s fingers tangled in my hair, nudging me forward. His eagerness made me giggle before I could stop myself.
“Sofia,” he rasped, a hint of exasperation fighting with need in his voice. He was desperate for my touch. Allowing the desire the vibrator created in my center to guide me, I leaned forward and closed my lips around the tip then sucked like I’d done with his finger. Danilo hissed, his fingers against my scalp flexing.
“Not that hard,” he grunted. “Let me show you.”
His fingers stroked my neck as he began to shift his hips, sliding in and out of me. I only lightly closed my lips around him, worried about sucking too hard again, but soon I could tell that Danilo wanted more, and so I sucked harder again.
“Fuck yes,” Danilo muttered, his thrusts gaining momentum. I cupped his ass cheek, enjoying the feel of its flexing. Danilo watched me the entire time as I sucked him. He made me feel as if I were the center of his world. I stroked his balls, wanting to see him lose it completely, and soon his face contorted and his movements became jerky.
“I’m coming,” he warned.
I didn’t pull back. I clung to him, and when he finally erupted in my mouth, I was so distracted by his passion-ridden face that I hardly minded the taste. I didn’t dare moving. I wanted him to savor the moment and marveled at the spasms that took hold of him. He watched me the entire time as I swallowed, his expression burning up with desire.
After that, it was my turn to relax on my towel with Danilo’s head buried between my legs. A midnight swim cooled us both off and afterward we settled on the sofa in front of the fireplace.
Danilo leaned in, his voice low, “I think I’m falling for you, Sofia. More every day I spend with you.”
I’d been waiting to hear those words for years but now that he said them all I could think about was if his feelings were already stronger than the ones he’d had for my sister. I’d thought I had put the past to rest but this one thing kept rearing its ugly head.
“What about Serafina?”
His brows crashed together. “Serafina? Why would you ask about her when I told you I was falling for you?”
I gave him a look. He really didn’t know? I sat up, hating myself for bringing her up, but at the same time unable to put her out of my mind. Danilo sat up as well and cradled my face, forcing me to look at him.
“Sofia, what can I do so you’d stop comparing yourself to your sister? It’s been years.”
“Stop loving my sister, stop living with the regret of losing her.”
Danilo shook his head. “I told you I never loved your sister. I didn’t know her. I wanted her like a crow wants to possess a shiny piece of jewelry. I can’t deny I regretted losing her for the longest time, but it wasn’t because of my feelings for her. It was because of my hatred for Remo Falcone. I’ll never not want to kill that man.”
“You’re the proudest man I know.”
“I am, and that’s my greatest sin. Considering everything I’ve done, that says a
