Page 71 of Fight Me Little Pearl
“You’re shaking,” she whispers.
“No, I’m not,” I deny, forcing my body to freeze. “Can you shoot?” I ask.
“What?”
I raise my head, meeting her gaze. “Were you taught to shoot?”
“In theory,” she says. “But my father never let me practice.”
Every time she mentions her fucking father, I hate the man even more. I didn’t think it was possible to hate someone that much. He is the reason Sal wants Francesca dead. He thinks the land deed will revert back to Franco, but it is time I told Sal the real situation. The sooner the better. The land is already mine and he can never have it.
“I want you to become proficient at using a gun.”
“Excellent. Yes. I’ve always wanted to be a badass heroine in a movie,” she says. “But I didn’t want to bring it up because I thought you would refuse.”
“You’re a badass heroine in my movie.”
“Really?” She perks up. “I have one request.”
“The answer is no.”
She bursts into laughter. “You didn’t even ask what it is.”
“Because I can see you’re about to set me up. So, no.”
“Wuss.”
“Who you calling wuss?” I slip my hand between her thighs, and her fingers tighten around the strands of my hair.
Slowly, my fingers crawl up her leg until I reach her folds. She’s already wet and ready for me. I flick her clit gently, and she purrs, her eyes slowly drifting close. I spread her legs apart and sink one finger into her, groaning when she whimpers, her mouth parting as my name falls sweetly from her lips.
“Valentino,” she begs. “Please.”
I’m tempted to undress and sink into her, but once that happens, we will not leave the room today. To make it better, I bury my head between her legs and suck her clit into my mouth. She screams, tugging my hair so hard it hurts.
Her juices run down my chin, and I run my tongue across her folds, sucking as much of her as I can into my mouth. She tastes divine, and I can feast on her every day for the rest of my life. I enjoy the way she writhes beneath me, and her little moans are like little shots of concentrated pleasure, going straight into my head and intoxicating me until my single purpose is to bring her maximum pleasure.
When I reach up to tweak her nipples through the silk fabric of her nightdress, she explodes. I lap all of her until there’s nothing left. I kiss the insides of her thigh before pulling myself up to stare at her face. There’s a faint pink flush on her skin, and I want to kiss her everywhere until I’m branded onto her skin, but there’s no time for that.
“Why are you staring at me like that?” she asks with a giggle.
“Do you have workout wear?” I ask.
She frowns. “Yes. Why?”
“Get up, baby.” I slap her butt. “Your first self-defense class starts right now.”
Chapter Thirty-Three
FRANCESCA
Valentino has always been soft with me, but during our workout this morning, he was anything but. I don’t know whether to be offended that he went so hard or impressed that he did.
“How do you feel?” he asks as we jog up the stairs.
I smile sweetly at him. “Like bashing your head against the wall.”
“Good.”
