Ferrara, p.20
Ferrara, page 20
“Who said it was a one-night stand?” Carlo fires back.
Giuliano glances up as if surprised.
“I’m staying with Anna all weekend,” he announces. “You’re going to have to stay in that spare room a few more nights.”
Giuliano exhales heavily as if annoyed and I bite my lip to hide my smile, I know for a fact that he’s very happy in my spare room.
Anna smiles over at Carlo. “That’s a bit presumptuous, isn’t it?”
Carlo reaches over and squeezes her thigh, “Behave yourself, before I punish you.”
Oh….
Carlo and Anna stare at each other and I can feel the spark between them.
Go Anna.
“Do you guys still want to go shopping today?” Anna asks.
Giuliano winces and I can’t think of anything worse, I’m exhausted. I hardly slept all night.
“Sure.” Carlo shrugs.
“I’m most definitely out,” Giuliano says. “Shopping is the very last thing I want to do in Ibiza. I’m going to the beach.”
I really should go shopping with the others but screw it. “That sounds good, I’m beaching too.”
“What are we doing tonight?” Carlo asks.
“There’s a bar down at the beach, we could maybe go there?” Anna suggests.
“Sounds good.” I smile.
“Shall I book for six p.m.?” Carlo asks, he looks to Anna. “You ready to go?”
“Uh-huh,” Anna swoons as she stands and takes Carlo’s hand.
I look between them in shock, is it really that easy to get Giuliano to myself today?
“Great.” I smile. “I’ll see you both tonight.”
Giuliano stays silent and I get the feeling he would rather just stay in our room, well too bad. I’m not leaving Anna…not that she looks like she minds, she’s literally glowing. “Have fun shopping.”
“You two try not to kill each other,” Carlo says as they walk off.
Giuliano’s eyes hold mine and a trace of a smile crosses his face. “Death by cock,” he mouths.
I roll my lips to hide my smile and I whip him with the serviette. “Behave yourself.”
The warmth of the sun dances across my skin.
Giuliano and I are lying on our backs on towels on the beach, the sound of the waves gently lapping the shore in the background. I’m wearing a black bikini and have a black straw hat over my face. It’s so weird, I’ve always been aware of the guards around me. Today, it has a new hurdle, I’m terrified that they are going to pick up on something between Giuliano and I.
Bruno and Sav are in the café at the back of the beach, watching over us.
Spoiling my fun.
I just want to roll over and kiss him and rub the suntan oil into his back and frolic and cuddle in the water. But I can’t, we can’t.
Giuliano reaches over between our bodies and links my pinkie finger with his and I smile under my hat. Such a simple gesture that says so much.
He wishes we were alone too.
He rolls over onto his side so that he faces me and leans up onto his elbow. “Do you regret last night?” I don’t answer and he reaches over and lifts my hat so that he can see my face. “Do you?”
“What if they know?” I say.
“They don’t.”
“What if they do?”
“They can’t prove anything, it would only be speculation. We are allowed to be friends.”
I nod as I stare at him.
“It’s three days, Chesk. Out of a whole lifetime, it’s just three days.”
I stare at him as I feel my heart break. He’s right, out of a whole lifetime, I only get him for three days.
I nod sadly.
“What does that mean?” He frowns.
I sit up, suddenly motivated to do all the things. “It means I want to go back to our room. Right now.”
He sits up too. “To do what?”
“Earn our ticket to hell.”
He chuckles and then bursts out laughing. “Pretty sure I already got mine, but happy to help you earn you yours.”
We burst through the bedroom door and Giuliano takes my hand, pulls me through the apartment and throws me on the bed. “Don’t move.” He disappears and comes back with my beach bag and rattles through it.
What’s he doing?
He produces my suntan oil and smirks. “Wouldn’t want you to get burned.” He pours some onto his hand.
What in the world?
“You’re a deviant, you know that?”
He bends and slides my bikini bottoms off as he pours oil all over my sex and massages it in with his strong fingers, my legs widen as I stare up at him in awe.
“As if you don’t love it.” He whispers darkly.
He’s right…. I totally do.
The room is steamy and hot, Giuliano and I are top and tail in the huge bathtub. He is massaging my feet as they rest on his chest. We’re having the best time, we spent the day in bed yesterday, we went out for dinner last night and drank way too many cocktails, went clubbing and got home way too late.
Today we’ve spent swimming and lying in the sun, I feel so relaxed.
I stare over at the man sitting opposite me, some people get uglier the more that you get to know them.
Not him.
Giuliano Ferrara gets dreamier and dreamier.
He’s hard and cold with everyone, but not with me. I see the other side, the real him, soft and loving. The kind of man you could live a lifetime or ten with.
“Can I ask you something?” I say.
“I take it…” he massages my feet, “… you’re going to anyway.”
“The crime.”
He glances up. “What about it?”
“What is it?”
He continues his massaging. “It’s not for you….” He pauses as if choosing his words correctly. “It’s not for you to worry about.”
“I’m not stupid, I know it’s there.” I shrug, I need to know what he’s capable of. “Do you murder people?”
“I don’t.”
My eyes hold his. “Do your men?”
“Sometimes.”
My face falls. “Oh.”
“In self-defense, nothing like your dear old grandfather, put it that way.”
“Stefano murdered people?” I frown.
He chuckles. “He didn’t just murder people, he cut them up while they were still alive.”
My eyes widen in horror and I fall silent.
Fuck.
I open my mouth to ask more.
“Chesk.” He cuts me off. “Don’t ask things that you don’t want to know the answer to, baby.” He massages the arch of my foot.
“Drugs?” My eyes search his.
“Yes.”
“You sell drugs?” I frown.
“We—” he gestures to the air between us, “Sell entertainment.”
“Entertainment?” I gasp.
“Cocaine.”
“Drugs kill people, Giuliano.”
“It’s candy for rich people.” He shrugs. “Nobody overdoses on fucking cocaine. You don’t see kids on the street buying cocaine for $1000 a pop. We’re up-market, we supply the top end of town for most of Europe, lawyers, doctors, politicians, high-caliber clients.”
Hmm….
“Well….” I think for a moment. “Where do you get it?”
“I import it from Columbia.”
“You import it?” I gasp. God, that sounds hardcore.
He smiles as he massages. “Don’t look so shocked, you think your property portfolio and designer lifestyle comes for free?”
“How do you import cocaine?” I blurt out. Oops, that was loud. I look around the bathroom guiltily. “How do you get it into the country?” I whisper.
“Border control works for me.”
My mouth falls open.
“And the police, and the judges. And anyone who wants a luxury lifestyle for their family. I pay my employees very well.”
“How much do you import?”
“It depends, usually.” He shrugs casually. “Three hundred kilograms.”
“A year?”
“A week.”
“A week?” I gasp. “What the hell? How much is that worth?” I whisper.
“Around eighty million.”
My eyes bulge from their sockets. “You make eighty million dollars a week?”
“No,” he scoffs. “We have a lot of costs, two thousand staff and multiple businesses. Things cost money, Francesca, a lot of fucking money. We do what’s necessary to provide for our staff.”
“We?”
“Alex and Val work alongside me. Carlo too.”
“What if you get caught? You’ll go to prison,” I stammer in a panic. I get a vision of my sweet Giuliano fist fighting till the death in a prison cell.
He smiles and lifts my foot and kisses it. “Trust me, compared to our ancestors that built this business, we are legitimate. We don’t bully anyone. We run an entertainment industry, nothing more, nothing less. Besides, I have protection in place.”
“What protection?”
“The yachts that it comes in on are in a false name. The people who run the ships and distribute it don’t know who we are. Nothing can be traced back to us. The business model is perfect and watertight.”
My eyes search his. “Are you sure?”
He kisses my foot again. “I’m not stupid.” He keeps massaging.
I think for a moment. “I beg to differ,” I reply. “Because I’ve made you massage my feet for an hour now, if’s that’s not stupid I don’t know what is.”
He chuckles and dives up over top of me, water sloshes over the sides. “Time to pay.”
It’s our last night in Ibiza, the last three days have been the happiest of my life.
Sun, laughter and love.
So much love.
I got ready early and went down to the hotel bar to meet Anna. After not seeing Giuliano for the last two hours, I can’t wait a moment longer to see him, I left my room key behind.
Knock, knock. I wait.
Silence.
Knock, knock.
The door opens in a rush and my eyes widen, Giuliano is wearing nothing but a white towel wrapped around his waist.
His eyes drop down my body, I’m wearing a tight, hot-pink minidress with sky-high hot-pink stilettos, I give a little wiggle of my hips. “Room service.”
He smirks and, in one sharp movement, bends and throws me over his shoulder and slams the door behind us. “You know what I do with naughty room attendants like you?” he says as he marches through the apartment, I giggle as I hang upside down.
Bad things, I hope.
We walk through to the bedroom and into the bathroom and he puts me down on the counter. “Sit.” He kisses me quickly. “I have to finish shaving.”
Oh…well that’s not the bad things I was hoping for. “Okay.”
He turns his electric shaver on and rubs it over his face as he looks in the mirror. My eyes drop down his body, his chest is broad with a scattering of dark hair. His abs are rippled and his skin has a beautiful sun-kissed glow.
He glances over to see me staring at him. “What are you looking at?”
“You.”
“What about me?”
“When did you get so hot?
He smirks as he continues shaving, I watch him for a while. “Why are you shaving again? You shaved this morning.”
“Because.” He rinses the blades. “If I don’t shave again now, by two a.m. my stubble will be too rough for me to kiss you.”
I smile, Italian men.
“Oh….” I think for a moment. “What makes you think I’m a sure thing?”
Amusement flashes across his face.
“Huh?” I prompt him.
Without a word, he grabs my thighs and pulls my behind toward him in one sharp snap. He pushes me back so that I’m leaning up against the mirror and then lifts my two legs and places them over his shoulders.
We stare at each other as the air crackles between us.
He turns his head and licks up my inner ankle and I feel it deep inside. “Because when you wear slutty little dresses like this, you will do whatever I fucking say.” He pulls my panties to the side and rubs his fingertips through the lips of my sex.
I’m folded in half, up against a mirror with my legs over his shoulders.
Completely at his mercy.
“Won’t you?” he says darkly as he impales me with two of his thick fingers.
“Oh.” I whimper.
He jerks his fingers hard. “Won’t you,” he emphasizes as he waits for an answer.
“Yes.”
With his eyes locked on mine he works me with his fingers, massaging that perfect G-spot that no other man could ever find.
I’m instantly wet and waiting.
“I have a thing for stilettos,” he whispers as he pumps me. “Especially around my ears.” He undoes his towel and his large hard dick springs free. Holding himself at his base, he rubs his tip through my lips and I get a little nervous. In this position, he could really do me some damage.
“Careful,” I whisper.
He cups my face in his hand and leans in and kisses me softly, I smile against him.
This man….
Our lips meet again as he slides his cock deep inside my body and I feel myself ripple around him. He lets out a low whistle as arousal flickers in his eyes.
No condom…. Oh no.
We forgot a condom.
He straightens his arms wide on the counter and slides out and then back in.
Out…harder in.
Oh, fuck it, who cares, I’m not stopping now.
I want him to come inside of me. I want all of it, every last drop.
He gives me another slower pump and then he lets me have it. Deep thick pumps and my body begins to convulse around him. Sucking him in.
The hair hangs over his forehead and a sheen of perspiration dusts his skin. This isn’t a romantic moment; he’s not wooing me in a grand gesture of love. His body has taken over.
He needs to fuck.
Hard.
He wraps both arms around my thighs as he holds them together and close to his chest while he fucks me at piston pace. I look over his shoulder to see our reflection in the mirror wall opposite us. The sight nearly brings me undone, him naked and pumping me, hell for leather with no fucks to give.
Me, totally dressed and at mercy to his pleasure.
So hot.
He grabs the back of my head aggressively and drags my face to his, he kisses me. Rough and unapologetic, our teeth clash and then he bites my neck hard. Goose bumps scatter up my spine as I lose control.
Oh God….
“Come,” he demands as he fucks me. “You need to come.” He screws up his face. “Now.”
I smile, excited, he’s losing control and wants me to come before he does.
No way.
I want to win this round.
He keeps pumping me. “Chesk.” He moans.
“No,” I pant.
He grabs my two nipples and squeezes them. “Ahh,” I cry from somewhere between pleasure and pain, for some reason, the movement contracts my vaginal muscles. I slam hard headfirst into a freight train of an orgasm.
He smiles triumphantly and then pulls out and pulls me off the counter and pushes me down to my knees. “Open,” he commands.
I do as I’m told and he slides his cock down my throat and I feel it thicken and shudder.
What the hell?
He comes in a rush and I gag as I struggle to take him all, hell on a cracker. That wasn’t the ending I was expecting.
Dirty bastard.
He smiles down at me and smooths my hair as he pants, trying to catch his breath.
“Did you bring clean towels?” he asks.
“Huh?” I stare up at him, a mouth full of come, fucked to oblivion and totally confused.
“Aren’t you from room service?” He raises his eyebrow.
I smile. Unbelievable.
He pulls me to my feet and kisses my collarbone, then he turns me away from him and slaps my behind. “Get in the shower, you smell like sex.” He glances down at himself. “Your pink lipstick looks good on my dick.”
“Yeah well.” I shrug casually as I turn the shower on. “Your dick looks good in everything.”
“Let’s dance,” Carlo says with an outstretched hand. Anna smiles lovingly up at him and stands. “Don’t mind if I do.”
I watch as he leads her to the dance floor and takes her in his arms, they chat and laugh and I can’t help but feel a little jealous.
Unlike us, they can dance with each other. They can hold hands, and if they so choose to, fall in love.
I look back over the table to Giuliano, he gives me a sad smile as if reading my mind.
My eyes roam over all the people on the dance floor, every single couple here are free to love.
We are not.
Our feelings are forbidden. “Can we go?” I ask.
Giuliano nods. “Yep.” He stands and, unable to hold my hand, pulls my chair out. We walk to the door together, but alone. No touching, no togetherness.
Just cold reality.
We get into the back of the car and once again I’m reminded of what can never be.
Giuliano sits on one side of the back seat, and I sit on the other. Both staring out the separate windows.
Tomorrow we part ways forever.
And I knew that this was coming and I told myself I was prepared for it. But how do you prepare for the end of the world?
He can never be mine, and just for a moment…I forgot.
The car pulls into the hotel and our driver opens the car door. “Have a nice night,” he says with a kind nod.
“Thank you.”
Giuliano and I walk silently through the foyer and get into the elevator, we both stare at the closed doors as we travel up to our floor.
Like flood waters rising, I can feel it coming.
The end is near.
The doors open and we walk silently down the corridor until we get to my door.
I know this is our last night together, but I really don’t know if I can finish what I started.
He can tell too.
His eyes search mine. “Are you going to ask me in?”
