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I frown in question, and he picks up my foot to kiss it. “Relax, bella.”

My insides melt as I watch him.

There’s no mistaking who’s in charge this time. He may have momentarily lost his head at the beach, but we both know he likes to be in control.

He stands between my legs and slowly removes my bikini bottoms. He smiles darkly as he sees the small patch of fair hair there.

“You weren’t lying to me. You are blonde everywhere.”

He dusts the backs of his fingertips through my short hair. With dark eyes, he pushes one leg to the side and then puts my other foot onto his shoulder.

Dear God, I’m wide open for him. He’s hardly touched me and I’m about to come.

“Hai mai avuto un grande uomo prima?”

“Speak English so I can understand,” I whisper.

He pauses for a moment as if contemplating translating what he just said to me. “I need to watch your face when I do this.” He runs his hand down the back of my thigh that is on his shoulder, and he circles his fingertips through the lips of my sex. Our eyes are locked, and he slowly slides two thick fingers inside me.

I clench as my back arches off the bed. Rico hisses his approval. He lets out a low, guttural moan, slowly takes his fingers out, and then slides them back in.

The sound of my arousal fills the room.

“Oh, God,” I whisper. This is ridiculous. I’m completely open and he’s still fully dressed. “Take your clothes off.”

He keeps pumping me with his fingers, completely distracted by his task.

“Rici,” I demand. “Clothes off. Now.”

He takes his shirt off over his head and my breath catches. I know I spent the day staring at him, but I’ve never seen a man like this. Rippled with muscle, his chest is broad with dark hair. There’s tanned skin, a six-pack of abs, and that distinct V that disappears into his shorts. Still looking at me, he slides his shorts down, and my eyes widen as I swallow a lump of fear.

He chuckles at my reaction.

“I… I…” Holy shit, I have no words for that dick.

“You’ll be fine,” he whispers darkly.

Will I? Will I really, though? Or will they read about me in some kind of travel no-no brochure in years to come? Pasty white Aussie girl gets fucked by Italian Stallion and dies on the stake… literally.

Rico begins to work me, first with two fingers, and then with three. I see stars as I lose all my inhibitions. My legs hang limp for him, granting him an all-access pass.

I grab the blanket in my hands beneath me, and within a few pumps, I shudder as I begin to feel the oncoming freight train.

Not yet… not yet.

Hold it.

Please hold it.

Fuck you, sex deprivation. I can’t be this uncool and come in four minutes flat.

But I do, and I see stars. I cry out to the sound of his voice whispering things in Italian. After that, it all becomes a blur.

I hear a packet tear open, and I watch him roll on the condom. He lifts my other leg to his chest and slowly feeds himself into me. His eyes are locked on the place that we meet. My mouth hangs open at his claiming, and he smiles down at me.

“Ouch,” I whimper. I begin to thrash beneath him as the pressure become too much. “Rici.”

“Sei nata per cavalcare questo cazzo. Prendilo.” I frown in question. “It’s okay, it’s okay.” He leans down and kisses me. “I’m being careful. I’ll let you get used to me first. I won’t hurt you.” I wince. “Olivia.”