“Oh my God!”I can’t help but hide my excitement as Gio leads me from the parking area up the stone staircase of his Mexican villa.His, yes. He owns it, as well as the private plane that brought us here. As we enter the villa, I find it’s much like our New Orleans home—full of arched windows, light painted walls, and stone accents. Though, unlike back home, there are subtle touches that remind us we’re in Mexico. There are pops of burnt orange in the decor, Spanish-style iron chandeliers and sconces, and tropical potted plants scattered about. Everything is perfectly placed and perfectly clean.
“Do you have a Mexican maid service as well?” I ask him coyly.
He smirks. “Yes, but they are far less efficient.” He smacks my ass as we travel up yet another flight of stairs. I squeal and link my arm with his. This place is a private oasis deep in the forest of Akumal and is positioned perfectly on a bluff overlooking the ocean. It’s a shame his work doesn’t bring him down here more often, because I may never want to leave.
Apparently, there’s an in-house spa, gym, a pool that I’ve yet to see, and private beach access. From the sheer size ofthe place, you could probably spend an entire day exploring. I wonder what else there is to discover. Though, as Gio leads me determinedly through the house, with the first three buttons of his white dress shirt undone, I sense I won’t be venturing far from the bedroom. That is, at least until he heads out to his business meeting.
As Gio opens the large wooden door to the master suite, I step inside and am instantly surrounded by the glow of the setting sunandthe smell of fresh linens and lemons. But it’s what is beyond the room that has my attention. Quickly, I move through the seating area toward the glass doors leading out onto the balcony. It’s there that I find the most gorgeous view of the ocean and the surrounding bluffs.
With the way the sun illuminates the water, it’s as if we stand in the center of the burning star itself. Everything glows. Although, as Gio comes up behind me, wrapping his arms around me so that his hands rest on my stomach, I imagine my smile rivals the glow of the sun.
I turn my head and, lifting my hand to his neck, pull him in for a kiss. Gio and I have had some beautiful moments together, but this might top the list. As we continue our kiss, Gio grips the fabric of my eucalyptus-colored lace dress. It’s rather form-fitting with a corset bodice, so there’s not much for him to get his hand around. Somehow that doesn’t discourage him. Instead, he pulls at my dress, lifting the floor-length hem until the fabric threatens to tug over my hips.
“Gio!” I break our kiss and spin to face him.
“What?”
“People may see.”
“What people?” Gio kisses my neck and slips the thin spaghetti strap off my shoulder. “Zane is in the kitchen eating and there’s no one else around for miles. No other houses have a view of mine. Or should I sayours? And there is a strictlyenforced boating policy that prohibits anyone from getting near enough to see anything worth seeing.” With those remarks, Gio caresses my breast. First, he massages it and then he finds my nipple. I gasp as he takes the tiny bud between his magic fingers. Watching him watch me as he plays with me is addicting. “Do you honestly think I’d allow anyone to see you naked? I protect what’s mine in every sense of the word.”
“Well, that is reassuring.” Although, the thought of being naked out in the open still feels incredibly revealing. But, as Gio spins me around to face the ocean once more, bringing his fingers to the laces of my dress, those worries quickly leave me. When he said private plane, I assumed we’d be alone, but two of his colleagues were with us. Needless to say, my body is ready to be explored. Since our first time, I’ve become addicted to his touch, to his scent, to his everything. I can never have enough. And who knows how long his meeting will last?
With the laces of my dress undone, Gio pulls the garment from me. It pools at our feet, leaving me completely naked before him and God’s great creation. As the setting sun warms my skin and a soft ocean breeze caresses my nipples, I become wetter than I ever have before.
“My sweet, sexy Darcy,” Gio whispers. I can feel his eyes on me, grazing every inch of me. I pinch mine closed as he runs his fingers through my wavy hair. I moan as he reaches around me and twists my nipple. “I could stare at you like this for hours. So beautiful. So ethereal. So, incredibly perfectlymine.”
Gio kisses the top of my shoulder, and then takes both of my nipples between his fingers. I cry out as he does his signature rub, twist, and flick method that always leaves my legs quivering and my clit throbbing. Having him behind me, pinning me to him by my nipples makes me even more vulnerable, even more under his control. I love it. Though, as he spins me around to face him again, his dark, sunlit gaze tips me over the edge.
Gio kisses my neck and moves his magic fingers from my chest to my slick pussy. One finger. Then two. Now— I cry out as he slips a third finger inside me. He’s warming me up for his massive dick. “Ask me to tell you what I’m going to do to you.”
As Gio removes his fingers, I instantly miss the feeling of fullness he provides me. “Tell me what you’re going to do to me,” I say, following his command. His lips draw up into a devious smirk.
It’s then that he leans forward and whispers against my skin… “I’m going to bend your over this balcony and fuck you hard from behind. A perfect view—yours of the ocean and mine of you. Then, I’m going to take you to bed and eat your cunt until you cry. Does that sound good to you, my love?”
“Yes.” The word scrapes off my tongue as my blood rushes through me in anticipation. Just as promised, Gio turns me so that my eyes are on the ocean and the setting sun. I hear him unbutton his slacks and take it as a personal compliment that he needed nothing but the image of me to get hard. He brings his hands to my hips and gently pulls them back until I’m in a bent position. My breasts dangle over the edge of the balcony as I brace myself on the smooth stone ledge.
As Gio enters me from behind, I feel him deep inside me. The tip of him hits my cervix, which is a kind of seductive pain. Thankfully, he knows not to go full throttle on his deepest thrusts. After a few warmup strokes, Gio grabs hold of my hair, and I respond to his suggestive tug by arching my back and extending my neck. As he holds me in place by my hair, he does as promised and fucks me hard.
Each thrust draws a moan and cry deep from within me. The way he stretches and fills me has me instantly yearning for him each time he dips out before re-entering. I’m so desperate for him. I push my hips back further and meet his thrusts with ones of my own.
“Oh,fuck baby, just like that!” Gio praises me. God, I love the way he talks to me, the way he commands me, compliments me, tells me just what he’s going to do, and just what he likes. I like being submissive to him, because I know I can trust him. And, not having to think, well…it leads to moments like this one.
I open my eyes just as the sun sinks beneath the water’s edge. As I do, Gio’s speed increases and I do my best to match it. Deeper, harder, faster. As Gio lets go of my curls and takes hold of my neck, he gives my throat a possessive choke as he cums inside me.
As Gio withdraws himself, I feel some of his cum drip out of me. He brings a finger to my pussy and shoves it back inside me. Then he softly kisses my ass. “Are you okay, baby?” He asks. He always asks, especially after we’ve gotten a little rough. And I love him for it.
“More than okay,” I say as I turn to face him. “I’m yours.”
40
Serena’s villais an hour away from mine. Zane gets us there in forty minutes after I spent a little extra time with Darcy. It’s been over a year since I was last in Mexico, and it’s never looked more beautiful. I can only assume it’s her doing. I lick my lips as her scent lingers just beneath my nose. I can still taste her. Although, as Zane opens my door and I exit the vehicle, I do my best to shove my thoughts of her to the back of my mind. I can’t afford to be distracted, especially when Zane and I are heavily outnumbered by Serena’s armed guards. Their presence isn’t surprising, nor is the pat-down they give us both before allowing us inside. Still, hyper-vigilance is necessary when walking into the Devil’s den.
“Gio, mi amour!” Serena, dressed in a slinky, black floor-length dress, greets me with open arms and a sparkling smile. She looks the same as she always does—straight black hair, thin as a popsicle stick, and dressed to the nines. As she grips onto my biceps, she plants a kiss on each of my cheeks, as is her customary greeting. Politely, I allow her embrace, but I do not reciprocate her kiss. These lips are for one woman only, and I won’t have Darcy’s scent lingering on anyone but me.
Serena notices my subtle rebuff, as is obvious in her eyes and less enthusiastic tone as she pulls away from me. “It’s been so long, my love, and yet you are so stiff and stern. Tell me, have I been a bad girl? Or, perhaps, you’ve just been a bad boy?” Her comment and slightly narrowed gaze have my jaw tightening. Do I sense an air of resentment in her? Disdain even? “And who is this?” She directs her displeasing glare toward Zane. “You’ve never brought a guest before. Tell me, are we to have a threesome?”
Zane looks at me with twenty different questions hidden behind his stoic expression. I’ve told no one except Damon about the relationship I used to have with Serena—completely professional with a side of sex. Of course, that’s over now, even though I haven’t told her. Hopefully, she’ll get the message by my actions tonight. I want to keep this short and to-the-point. And then I want to get back to Darcy, my true love. I promised her a special evening before I left, and I never break my promises.
