Fight Me Little Pearl

Chapter 16

Chapter Sixteen

FRANCESCA

A s I walk towards Isabella, I see someone behind her run up to her and say something to her. Isabella looks irritated and throws up her hands in resignation. Then she waves at me and follows the person back to the house.

Once she is gone from sight, I realize I do not want to rejoin the party and engage in empty chatter just yet. I want to spend some time alone exploring Nonna Fabiola’s unique take on the meaning of life. Is Nonna Isadora really ‘a little mad’ or is there great beauty hidden even in pain and suffering?

Leaving the garden and the crowds, I walk briskly towards a pair of tall wrought iron gates. They are heavy and open with a rusty rattle. I slip through them and walk down a path with high hedges on either side of it. At the end of it I come upon a vast vineyard. A patchwork of green rows that stretch as far as my eyes can see. Row upon row of grape trees heavy with fruit that look almost translucent in the setting orange sun. Nonna Isadora’s words ring in my head.

Every second of life is beautiful, immeasurably, stupendously so.

And a new awareness of my surroundings tingles on my skin. I walk along the rows, in awe of the stunning beauty around me. Can I live as if every moment is a gift? Find the silver lining in every dark cloud? Is my marriage a priceless gift? I would not be here, in this gorgeous place if I had not married Valentino. What about my love for Thomas though?

I hear a sound behind me and I whirl around to see Valentino standing a few feet away. That damn stealth of his! How did he come through the gate so quietly? He stands very still and becomes part of the exquisite beauty of the moment. I feel a rush of strange emotion. Emotion that frightens me. What is this feeling?

“Go away, Valentino,” I say, but the wound between my legs opens up again and calls to him to soothe it.

Instead of leaving, he saunters towards me. “You’ve been avoiding me.”

“For good reason,” I say quietly. “You raised a gun to Matteo.”

He stops before me. “I don’t regret it.”

I shake my head at him. “He is your cousin, Valentino. If you can shoot him, I’m scared of what you can do to me!”

His eyes widen with disbelief and he chuckles, a low ruinous sound in the still evening air. “You’re scared?”

“Yes, I am scared,” I insist passionately. But that’s a lie. it is not fear that fills my heart. It is a shudder of pure desire shooting through my body. Jesus, I really am that ridiculous moth flying cheerfully towards my own annihilation.

Suddenly, I don’t want to be alone with him.

I try to march past him, but he picks me up like I weigh nothing more than a feather. I kick and fight for him to set me down, but his arms only tighten inexorably around my waist. One of his hands crawls up to my neck, angling my head to the side and keeping my gaze locked on his.

“I’m tired of you running and lying to me. Let me show you exactly what I can do to you,” he whispers in my ear, and I turn to pudding in his arms. Damn this dangerous fascination I have developed for him.

“Fuck you!”

He pretends to gasp, his eyes shining with amusement. “What do you think your Mama will say to that, uh? Her good little girl cursing like a drunken sailor.” He tuts. “Will she wash your mouth out with the holy water that she gets from the Church on Sundays?”

“She can’t expect any different for forcing me into this marriage with someone like you,” I growl, my tongue sharp while my Judas body betrays me.

“You know, you are a hypocrite, Francesca.” He kisses the exposed expanse of my neck, and I bite back a moan. “You act and pretend like you’re the good girl, but even the sound of my voice makes your virgin cunt ache, doesn’t it? Hmm?”

His words are too crass, but, dear God, I love it. My body loves it, and spasms of pleasure rock my clit. “That’s why you say you hate me,” he continues, kissing up my neck and licking the shell of my ear. “Because I’m the bad guy who makes your body feel all the bad things you won’t admit to wanting.”

He lowers me to the hot dusty ground. I can smell the dry earth as he holds me against his body with one hand while the other blatantly roams my body.

“I raised a gun to Matteo, and so fucking what? He’s lucky I didn’t fire it. Next time I might,” he murmurs as his hands slide under my dress, up my legs, and towards my panties. I freeze, all the fight leaving my body. I remember how good he made me feel last night, and I want to feel that same mindless pleasure again. Ethics be damned to hell.

Valentino’s fingers touch my panties, and to my eternal shame, they’re drenched.

He growls, and I hear the deep desire in his voice. But then, he’s never hidden that. He’s always been upfront about wanting to fuck me.

“You should be ashamed of yourself, Francesca Barone.” His voice is like olive oil pouring from a glass bottle. So silky I feel it like a touch on my skin. “I talk about shooting a man, and you’re soaking wet for me.”

“Someone might come,” I whisper urgently.

“Everyone knows better than to come, and if there is an idiot out there who does, Vance will take care of him at the gate.”

He runs his finger over the seam of my wet panties, lightly assuaging the desperation in my blood. I want last night and more…

“Please,” I beg. “Please, Valentino.”

“What?” His tone is mocking, but I feel more juices flow out of me. “Tell me, my little spitfire, what do you want?”

“I-I don’t know.” I try to grind my hips into his hands, but he pulls away. “No, bella . You don’t get it that easily. You have to ask for what you want.”

“Touch me.” I tilt my head up to look into his eyes. “Please.”

“Ah, fuck,” he groans and claims my lips. At the exact moment, he pulls my panties aside and pinches my clit. I scream into his mouth, my hips arching off the ground. “Do you like that?”

“Yes.” I nod eagerly.

“And… do you like it when I do this?” He plunges a long finger into me, and I whimper, my body lapping up everything and wanting even more.

“You’re so fucking tight,” he groans. His finger sinks in and out of me, and then he adds another finger. “I want to fuck you so hard your body becomes addicted to my cock. Day and night you will walk around with your little pussy, hot and dripping, waiting for my cock to fill it.”

I never knew words could get me off, but with Valentino, I’m beginning to learn many new things about myself. I love having his hands on my body while his dirty words fill my ears, and he knows that.

“Look at you now…You’re blushing… so pink… so greedy,” he says. “Let me see your breasts,” he orders.

I reach behind to unzip my dress and tug the straps off my arms. My breasts spring free. I’m not at all embarrassed to be so bare under his gaze because Valentino’s eyes worship me. I can be naked beneath his gaze forever.

“You’re a goddess, an earth goddess… my goddess,” he murmurs possessively, stroking my nipple with one hand while the other rubs my clit. The two different sensations send my body to another plane, away from the sight and smell of grapevines. “You’re mine.”

Despite my current state of exhilaration, I can’t agree to this.

He stops his ministrations, and I cry out from the loss of pleasure. He takes my jaw and tilts my face up to his again. “You are mine.” His eyes are suddenly and strangely veiled. “Say it.”

“I’m - I’m y-yours.” I can’t believe I said that. I’m not his. This is just a crazy sex thing. A kind of mad lust. I just have to get it out of my system and then I will be fine again.

He frowns. “Say it again.”

“I’m yours,” I repeat automatically, but this is a lie and he must know that too. He must know what we have is no more than an itch that needs to be scratched. My heart belongs to Thomas, and I made that pretty clear in Paris. But maybe this is what men want a woman to say to them while they’re having sex with her.

“Again,” he orders.

“I’m you… Oh, God…” His thumb is rubbing fast circles around my clit.

“Finish that sentence, or I’m going to stop right now,” he whispers into my ears, sucking the shell into his warm mouth.

“I’m yours, Valentino. I’m yours.”

“Good girl.”

His praise goes straight into my head, and I burst into a violent orgasm, my eyes rolling back, my body shaking with the intensity of the pleasure filling every cell in my body. The earth below me scratches sensuously at my overly sensitive skin, and above me, the sky turns the most stunning russet red. It is a moment I will never forget.

Valentino laughs. “Someone likes being called a good girl,” he says huskily as he starts to take my dress off. I let him undress me until I’m buck naked before him.

“Valentino,” I call, basking in his admiring gaze. “F-fuck me.”

“You’re going to be the death of me, my little pearl,” he says and lowers his head to suck one nipple into his mouth. I gasp at the shock of pleasure, my hands sinking into his hair to hold him in place. I want his mouth on my breast, but I also want it on my sex. I want it everywhere.

He sucks and licks the pebbled tip, lavishing it with attention until it’s as hard as an olive stone. Then, he moves to the other bud. As he gives that one equal attention, his fingers crawl down my body and sink into my wetness. I spread my legs wider.

“Good girl,” he murmurs with my nipple in his mouth, and I moan, coating his finger with my juices.

He pulls out his finger coated with slickness and sucks it into his mouth. He closes his eyes with pleasure, and I almost climax to see him enjoy my taste. Valentino is such a sexual man, and everything he does is an incredible turn-on.

“I dreamed of this taste last night,” he murmurs. “Here.” He sinks his fingers into me again, and this time, he slips it past my lips. I suck hard, and Valentino shakes his head in wonder at the sight of me sucking his fingers.

“Fuck it,” he mutters suddenly, and spreading my thighs further apart, he sinks his head between them and drinks my arousal as if his life depends on it. I lose control of my moans, forgetting where I am. I don’t care who hears me; I only care about how good I feel. Valentino sucks and licks my clit simultaneously until I’m near another orgasm.

“Valentino, please.” I tug at his thick silky hair. “I need you inside me.”

“Don’t say it like that,” he mutters, hovering above me while one hand unzips his fly. “It makes me want to fuck you like a ragdoll. I’m trying to be gentle here.”

My eyes widen when his massive cock springs free. Wow! All of that! Inside me!

I blush when he positions himself at the apex of my sex, but when he tries to push inside me, I gasp with surprise at the sharp pain that blossoms suddenly between my legs. You’d never imagine a psychopathic criminal like my father would be religious, but he was. Shockingly so. My upbringing was deeply Catholic and terribly strict. I was dropped off and picked up outside my school and under the guise of protection, I was chaperoned everywhere I wanted to go.

The only close contact with the opposite sex I had was with Thomas and only because we worked together on a college project. Our secret relationship grew slowly and never progressed beyond holding hands and a few stolen kisses. Porn was not allowed in my house, and all I knew of sex were from the stories of my girlfriends. They started early and spoke of it casually, giving it no more importance than a bodily function. So, I never imagined sex could be this painful.

Valentino freezes above me. His gaze roams my face and there’s a torturous look on his. “Fuck, I’m sorry. I lost my mind.” He kisses my forehead. “I’m sorry, baby. I hurt you.”

I shake my head. Inside I’m dying of embarrassment. “It’s just a little pain.”

“What was I thinking? Doing it here for your first time.” He sounds unbelievably ashamed and I have to blink to be sure that this is the same Valentino. Is it possible that he is actually concerned he might have hurt me? The thought shocks me. In my head wisps of Nonna Fabiola’s words appear in my head. Every moment… precious… grab them…

I put my hands on his firm buttocks to stop him from coming out of me. “It’s okay. I want my first time to be here under this fabulous purple sky.”

“Are you sure?” he asks, doubt floating like clouds in his beautiful eyes.

I nod. “Honestly, I’m fine. Really. I’m ready.”

“Okay. I’ll be gentle,” he promises, kissing my forehead again. “The pain will be over in a second. Breathe in and relax.”

Slowly, he pushes inside me again, breaks through the slight barrier, and impales himself inside me. He was right, the pain has abated. My eyes are wide at the sensation of being so incredibly stretched and filled. It is wonderful. I never imagined it could feel this way. I start to feel him pulsing inside, and new sensations of pleasure arise.

“Are you okay?” he asks, gazing anxiously into my eyes.

“Yes,” I gasp, full of wonder. “I’m completely fine. Completely. This is actually amazing. I really like it. I think we’re going to be doing a lot of this.”

He smiles at my enthusiasm, then starts to move slowly, pulling out and pushing back in. Pleasure intensifies. So this is it? This is what sex is all about. No wonder empires are lost for this. I can do this with Valentino all day, every day, for the rest of my life.

“Faster. Don’t hold back,” I urge, wanting to feel even more of this great thing I’ve just discovered.

“You greedy little thing,” he teases, but only slightly increases the pace of his thrusts.

“Harder. I want it harder. Go all in. Please, Valentino,” I beg as I wrap my legs around his back.

This time he gets the message. He doesn’t hold back. He slams into me and I gasp with the intensity of the sensation.

“Yes, yes,” I encourage.

Our bodies slap against each other, filling the air with the filthiest of sounds, pushing me towards the cliff of my climax with every pound. Minutes later, I dissolve into the mother of all orgasms, but this time, Valentino comes with me. I feel him straining inside me, big, hard, hot, throbbing, and spurting deep into me.

It is a feat to catch my breath …. to regain my senses. I am not even sure I want to. I want to continue to bask in this unbelievable euphoria forever.

Far away in a different world comes the sounds of applause and people clapping.

“The star of the show has arrived,” Valentino remarks. His voice sounds different. I turn to look at him and I am struck by the beauty of the man I married. “Do you want to meet him?”

“No,” I whisper.

He sits up and zips up his trousers. “Then let’s get out of here.”