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Val shakes his head at me. “She’s in well over her head.”
I nod in agreement. “She thought her stunt tonight would have me running to sign the annulment papers. Just goes to show the Fiorenzos have no idea who they are dealing with.”
Val frowns as he looks at me. “Be careful, Andro, you don’t always have to win at all costs,” my cousin warns me.
“That’s the Conti way,” I quip.
He rolls his eyes at me. “You going to be able to handle her in your space? I know how particular you are about it,” he asks.
“She won’t last the week,” I tell him.
“Wouldn’t be so sure about that.” He grins over his glass.
“Natalia will be gone by next poker night, just you watch,” I say, then sip on my whiskey.
My cousin bursts out laughing.
19
NATALIA
Tonight didn’t turn out the way I had planned, but in some respects, it worked out better. I think by the end of the night, I’d won over his friends, definitely his cousin. Guess I’ll have to wait and see what will happen at the next poker night. Maybe I should invite the girls over for a girls’ night that clashes with guys’ night and see what happens, that would annoy Alessandro.
I stare at the large bed, with its gray silk sheets, and contemplate if I should get in or not. On one hand, I do not want to be in such close proximity to him, but also, he’s testing me, thinking that I can’t handle it, can’t handle him.
I can.
Looking over at my bags, I stare between my comfortable pajamas—a pink baggy T-shirt—or my sexy ones—a red satin lace slip dress. Should I tease him, or should I pretend this is normal? I try to envision what he thinks I’m going to do, so I can do the opposite. Grabbing the comfortable pajamas, I walk into the bathroom to get ready for bed as I wash my face, clean my teeth, and moisturize. Turning out the light in the bathroom, I head back to the bedroom and pull back the covers before slipping into the silky sheets.
Wow, these are so soft, and I rub my face against the sheets, then pull up the duvet in case I get cold during the night like I always do, and then I wait.
And wait.
And wait.
Nothing.
I turn and stare at the bedside clock and see it’s been nearly forty minutes since I heard the front door close. Maybe he’s having a nightcap? Or maybe he’s left with his friends. I hadn’t thought about that. My mind works overtime thinking of all the possible scenarios as I stare at the white ceiling, wondering what I should do. I’ve worked myself up so much, preparing myself for him coming to bed, that I hadn’t contemplated what happens if he doesn’t.
Fifteen minutes pass, and my anxiety gets the better of me as I throw back the sheets and jump out of bed. Nervously, I creep down the hallway, every nerve ending on high alert, waiting for him to catch me. One by one, I slowly make my way down the stairs. The noise from earlier has gone and everything is quiet. Maybe he did go out? Shaking off the nerves, I round the corner and still.
Oh no.
My eyes widen as I watch him on the sofa, sliding his hand over his dick. Long, hard strokes of his cock. A dick so thick and long it has my thighs clenching. How the hell did I ride that thing? His brows are pulled together, and there’s a light sheen across his forehead, his teeth have sunk into his bottom lip, and the corded muscles in his arms strain as he jerks himself off.
I should leave.
I definitely shouldn’t be watching him in this intimate moment. Ten more seconds. I swallow hard as my mind flashes back to Vegas.
“You’re so beautiful,” he mumbles as I walk over to the bar in nothing but my birthday suit and heels. Bending over, I spread my legs and wiggle for him, teasing him, before grabbing a bottle of champagne from the fridge. He moans and the sound is a direct link to my clit, and she starts to throb. I unfurl the foil around the top as I walk back to where he is seated on the sofa. I don’t know what round we are up to, but it’s been a lot. And yet I still want more. I pull the metal off the cork and then slowly twist the top until it pops, which makes me giggle. When I look back over to where Alessandro is sitting, his hand is sliding over his hard cock as he takes me in.
I still.
“You like watching me, princess?”
I nod as I take a sip from the champagne bottle.
“Like knowing that it’s the memory of your cunt sliding along my cock that’s getting me hard.”
