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“Jacob!” My squeal was loud enough to let those on the yacht figure out what we were doing, but I couldn’t help it, not when Jacob drove brutally inside me.

A triumphant grin pulled across Jacob’s lips as he repeated the movement of bringing my hips up and down. “That’s it, angel. Scream as loud as you want; let everyone know who owns you.”

He increased the pace, slamming me down on his cock, and my hands grabbed his muscular shoulders, holding them tight to steady myself. The onset of an orgasm built inside me, and with another burst of confidence, I grabbed Jacob’s hands, moving them to cup breasts, needing to feel his touch on my taut nipples.

Water sloshed around us as his fingers found the material of my bikini top, and he yanked it down, freeing one breast and sucking a nipple between his lips. Pleasure shot through me, hitting me in my pussy, and I screamed his name again, my hips moving quicker, seeking relief.

“Faster, angel,” Jacob hissed, popping off my nipple. “I need to feel this perfect cunt tighten around me while I pump you full of my come.”

He lowered his hand, shoving it between us and into my panties. Finding my clit, he rubbed it furiously, adding to the pleasure dominating my core. His teeth clamped down on my nipple again, and he tugged, sending a bolt of pain into my breast, but it was all I needed to push me over the edge.

“Oh!” I cried as my climax plowed into me, taking my breath away, and turning my body rigid.

Freeing his hand from my panties, Jacob grabbed my hips, holding me still as he thrust into me, his jaw clenched. With another few thrusts, he roared as he came, emptying inside me. My head lolled onto his shoulder as his body shuddered, his cock releasing every last drop.

When our breaths returned to normal, I lifted my head, meeting his sated grin. “That was amazing.”

“It was fucking incredible, angel. I hope you’re prepared for a lot more orgasms because I fully intend on fucking you every day for the rest of our lives.”

Chapter 27

I woke the following morning to find Jacob between my legs, his tongue lashing against my clit and sending me straight into an intense orgasm. Before I had time to recover, he kissed his way up my body, thrusting his hard cock inside me, and fucking me hard until I came again.

After, we showered and ate breakfast together on the sun deck, where Jacob informed me that he would have to leave me to my own company for a few hours as he had work to do.

I didn’t mind in the slightest; during our little shopping trip the day before, Jacob had bought me a sketch pad and a pack of colored pencils, and I was more than eager to sketch the coastline of Italy.

Once breakfast was over, I changed into a bikini, lathered myself in sun lotion before taking my usual seat at the front of the boat, and started doodling on the paper. Hour after hour passed, but I barely noticed, too lost in my drawing.

Every so often, Rocco would deliver me a bottle of water or a glass of juice, not muttering a single word. His eyes were hidden underneath dark sunglasses, and several times I wondered if he was looking at me when he handed me a drink, or if he had taken Jacob’s warning seriously and was looking anywhere but at me.

When my hand started aching and my skin tingled with the burn of the sun’s rays, I pushed my sketch to one side and began adding more lotion to my body. My gaze flicked up when Rocco appeared with another bottle of water and a platter of fruit.

On cue, my stomach grumbled, and I smiled appreciatively, thanking him as he lowered to set the platter on the table next to me. As he started to straighten, he froze, lowering his glasses to peer over the top of them.

“Signora, your drawing is amazing.”

A rush of pride coursed through me as a blush covered my cheeks. “Oh, thank you.”

He reached out to pick up the pad, bringing it closer to his face. “Truly amazing. You have even included the monastery.”

I glanced toward the coastline; the tiny building in the distance had captured my attention as I sketched. “I wondered what that building was. It looks so tiny from here.”

Rocco handed me the pad, glancing around before lowering to sit on the sunlounger next to me and pushing his sunglasses back up his nose. “On the contrary, it is one of the biggest in the whole of Italy,” he said, his accent thick. “It has been around since the thirteen-hundreds.”

“Oh, wow. Have you ever been there?” I reached over to grab a chunk of melon, popping it into my mouth and feeling Rocco’s eyes drop to my lips.

Jacob wouldn’t be happy if he knew Rocco wasn’t just looking at me but was sitting and talking to me, but I couldn’t bring myself to worry. Jacob was working, and it was interesting to hear a little about the building I’d been looking at for the last few hours. Besides, I wasn’t doing anything wrong.

“Many years ago, when I was a small boy. We visited on a school trip.”

I grabbed another piece of melon, chewing it before asking, “What was it like?”

Rocco grinned, a mischievous smirk that made my stomach flutter. “I did not see much of it; my friends and I snuck off to smoke a cigarette.” He released a deep chuckle, waggling his brows. “I was very naughty when I was younger.”

A burst of laughter floated free as I beamed at him. “Why do I get the feeling that you’re not much better now?”

He reared back, his hand clutching his chest as mock offence twisted onto his features. “Signora, I do not know what you mean. I am a good boy.” He lowered his glasses again and winked. “Mostly.”