chapter 29

                                    

                                          
I moaned as I turned around in my bed, feeling both hot and cold at the same time. I groaned, tears forming in my eyes at pressure between my legs. I rubbed my eyes and glanced around the room, gasping when I looked down and saw Vince between my legs, currently enjoying himself, licking softly. I closed my eyes when I felt him suck on my clit. I moaned softly, trying to be quiet. I felt him grin against me, biting sharply on my clit, making me yelp, "Good morning, baby." He smiled up at me, I felt my breath leave me once more, blushing, I moved my hands down to play with his soft hair as he kissed up and down my inner thighs. "Good morning, amore mio." Vincent stopped his actions and looked up at me, quirking an eyebrow, "Da quando parli Italiano?" (Since when do you speak Italian?) I chuckled softly, rolling my eyes. That led to a quick bite on my thigh, making me jump. I glared at him and he continued his sweet assault against my sensitive pussy, making me whimper. 
                          
Shit, I could get used to having him in my bed. I moaned when I felt him insert two fingers into my drenched, swollen cunt, curling up slightly to meet my g-spot. "Fottutamente perfetto." (Fucking perfect.) I whimpered when he started moving his fingers, still sore from last night, I couldn't help but clench when he looked up at me with a teasing look in his eyes, it was then that I noticed his other hand teasing my ass. Vincent licked his lips as if in a trance at the sight of his fingers in my pussy, the other one teasing my ass. A drop of sweat fell between my lips, his actions making me hotter than a fucking furnace. Whimpering, I whispered, "Vince, per favore, faster." I was so close but I needed more, I all but screamed when he removed his fingers and put his whole mouth on my cunt, sucking and licking as if I was going to disappear. I grabbed a fistful of his hair, yanking it when I felt him suck on my clit, he bit down and groaned into me, making me shake as I came. 
                          
I moaned again as he lapped up the remnants of my orgasm, fuck. I would never get tired of him, without thinking I grabbed the nape of his neck and pulled him onto me, ignoring his sounds of disagreement. I licked his lips as he held himself up, tasting myself and moaning slightly. Vincent groaned, he took my bottom lip in my mouth and sucked on it, before kissing me passionately, making me feel the butterflies all the way down in my toes. I smiled up at him and he grinned a toothy smile before pecking my lips once more. Once he got up, my eyes bulged at the large boner straining against his black boxers. I moved to get up but stopped when he grabbed my chin, shaking his head softly. Vincent bit his lip as he took in my naked body, "Not today, Izzy. We have to leave soon, it's almost time for breakfast." I pouted and he chuckled lightly before kissing me softly, and walking into the shower, giving me the perfect view of his shapely ass. I fell back on the bed, sighing in content. Vincent Ravelli was going to be the fucking death of me. 
                          
I was going to wait for him but after lazily scrolling through my phone, I couldn't sit still. I walked to the bathroom hearing the shower run, I took in Vincent's muscly back, rippling with every movement, making me bite my lip. I looked down and saw he was still hard so I did what I needed to. I crept up to the door, covered lightly with steam, and opened the door, Vincent frowned before rolling his eyes at me, "Bella, c'mon we have to get ready." I stepped into the shower, letting the warm water hit my body, leaving a trail of goosebumps against my skin. I walked forward and looked up at Vincent, putting my hands on his chest, loving his sharp exhale at my touch. "I know, but there's only one shower, so might as well make it count, right?" Vincent shook his head and smiled at me, "What am I going to do with you, huh?" A coy smile took its place on my face as I looked up at him through my eyelashes, "Oh, I think I have a few ideas." 
                          
Well, it was safe to say we were late for breakfast.
                          
When I finally got down for breakfast, Selene, Vincent, and my father were already ready to leave. I made him leave right after our little session, ensuring no one was suspicious, and since Selene was already asleep when he left, it seems no one noticed. I frowned when I saw that Vincent and Selena were arguing, hoping that she hadn't made him upset. Before I could investigate, my father looked at me, desperation in his eyes. We still hadn't made up after our last fight since he had flown to Spain the next day. Still, I didn't want to talk to him. I turned away from him and busied myself on his phone, pretending to ignore the ache in my heart at the sadness on his face. I waited until my father led us outside, a huge black suburban waiting for us. We all went in, my father in the front passenger seat, Selene, Vince, and then me. I let the little island pass by me as I tried to tune out Selene's useless chatter in the background, the only thing that kept me from punching her in the damn throat was Vincent who had his arm over the backseat, his fingers lightly touching the ends of hair innocently so not to cause any suspicion. 
                          
I leaned into his touch, closing my eyes as I felt a sense of calm wash over me. It seems whenever I was next to this man, I immediately felt safe. Everything in my body was calm, not a bit of me felt any negative emotions except love, safety, and happiness. He was my own personal Xanax. I only hoped it would last because I don't think I could ever give him up, and it wasn't just the sex, the lust, or even the game of seduction anymore. I think I am truly falling in love with this man, in my eyes he was the only person who really understood me, not just the persona I've built for myself, and for the first time, I let myself be vulnerable. I put a hand out to the seat in front of me as we jolted to a stop. I looked out and saw we had arrived at the docks, beyond us just crystal-clear waters. The little white sundress I wore went well with the theme of the breakfast, many people littering the area in their flashy clothes, the epitome of affluence. I scanned the area, there was a bunch of yachts of many shapes and sizes, docked next to the large bridge, connecting land with sea. On my left, was a market of sorts, stocked with-I'm sure-the richest fabrics, foods flown in from around the country all under the veil of this run-of-the-mill market which probably cost more than I could imagine. That was the point, I suppose. If there was one thing rich people loved to do, it was to display just how rich they were. 
                          
I followed my father, the Ravelli's following close behind me. My father led us to this cute breakfast place, the color scheme of ocean blue and pearl white splattered across the venue. There was an open buffet which made my stomach rumble, the smell wafting into the air. We were led to a table in the corner, a perfect view of the area. Once we were seated, I was the first to get up to collect my food. Making my way over to the buffet, I picked up a plate and started putting a stack of pancakes with Nutella on them. I groaned slightly at the sight; I was beyond excited to eat. I went back and was met with the backs of two people speaking with my father and Vincent, I rolled my eyes. Of course, he would only make himself appear if it had to do with business. I scanned the table and saw Selena on the phone, and Vincent glaring at the man in front of us, I almost chuckled at the fury on his face. Just when I was going to dig into my food, my father cleared his throat and gestured at me, making the men turn my way. One of them was old, but he was still gorgeous and fit. The man had honey golden hair and deep green eyes, if it weren't for me being completely infatuated with Vincent, I would have been all over this man. There was another person around him, I turned my head, hoping to catch his eyes. 
                          
As I introduced myself, I took in the man before me. His name was Alek Madi, he was another multi-billionaire businessman, one I didn't particularly care for. Although Alek seemed sweet, there was a coldness in his eyes I couldn't help but shiver at. I had tuned out Alek's voice, he was talking about some business deal I honestly couldn't care less about when my father's voice floated into the air. "Ella, this is Mr. Madi's son. Come say hi." I smiled politely at Alek before he turned to pat his son on the back, I saw my father's and Alek's lips moving but I was frozen in my spot. I trailed my eyes over the figure dressed in a casual suit, over the familiar mop of brown hair, the speck of freckles across the nose, and deadly green eyes that had my breath stop in me. 
                          
I stood, my heart beating rapidly in my chest as a trickle of sweat ran down my back, my father continuing on his talk without realizing I was seconds away from having a heart attack, "You remember him, no? This is Alessandro." I blinked up at my father, closing my mouth and swallowing the dryness gathering in my throat. 
                          
I looked back at Alessandro, his face giving nothing away, but his body language spoke volumes. Shit, Vincent was glaring at the side of his face as if it would explode. 
                          
What a wonderful start to the day.  
                          
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hellooooo everyone! surprise, surprise. i hope this chapter was fun and interesting. i loved writing it, also, i saw 'After We Fell' today and honestly, it wasn't that bad! anyways, i hope u all had a lovely week. please don't forget to vote and comment, enjoy!!!
                          
all my love, 
                          
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