Page 14 of A Valentino Princess
“Okay.” I nod my head and feel my mood lifting. “It’s a date.”
“Also, you have really shit taste in men,” Marco tells me.
“My taste is changing.” I shrug. “You know, I’ve never dated a made man before.”
“Why not? You’re surrounded by them all the time?”
“It scares me,” I admit.
“What does? Me?”
“No. The lifestyle, the things my family does, the whole lot. I’ve avoided dating made men because I don’t know if I can actually handle worrying whether or not my boyfriend or eventual husband is going to come home at night. I don’t know if I can handle the fear that he might piss off the wrong person who then decides to take their vengeance out on me—or worse,my eventual children.” I close my eyes and inhale. “There is a lot of ugliness in this world, and I guess I wanted to avoid it.”
“Fear isn’t always a bad thing, Helena. It means you’re living. It means that you’ll be smart with the risks and are aware of the threats. Fear is what keeps us alive. You shouldn’t run from it. You should embrace it,” Marco says.
Is he right? Have I been hiding from my own fears for far too long?
Chapter Twelve
Helena thinks I don’t want her. She’s out of her mind. But at least her sour mood makes sense now.
I turn down an alley and shift the car into park.
“What are you doing?” Helena asks.
“Proving a point,” I tell her, unclipping her seat belt and then mine. I reach over and pick her up before settling her on top of my lap.
“What point is that?” she whispers.
“The one that proves just how much I want you.” I grab her hips and pull her down onto my erection. I’ve been hard since I met this woman.
I don’t think I’ve ever wanted anyone as much as I want Helena Valentino. No one has ever made me go against a direct order before either. She’s probably going to be my ticket to hell, but I’ll enjoy the ride that gets me there.
“Oh…” Her mouth parts on a gasp.
Fuck, I want to feel those lips around my cock.That will have to wait, though.
I shove the fabric of her skirt up to her hips, grabbing hold of the sides of her panties and tearing through the lace. “I need to feel your pussy wrapped around my cock. Now,” I tell her. Helena moans as I shove two fingers inside her soaking-wet cunt. “Fuck, you’re drenched. Is this for me?”
“Yes,” she moans.
I remove my fingers, unbutton my pants, and free my cock. Stroking it up and down a few times before I lift my ass and reach for my wallet in my back pocket. Handing it to Helena. “There’s a condom in there. Get it out,” I tell her as my fingers make their way back to her pussy. I circle her clit while she fumbles with my wallet.
“Got it.” She holds up the foil packet like she’s just found Wonka’s golden ticket. Then again, I guess it’s my golden ticket because it’s what’s getting me into my new favorite playground.
Helena rips the packaging open with her teeth, and I watch as she proceeds to slide the condom over my cock.
I move my hands back to her hips and line her up. “Ride me. Show me how much you want my cock filling up your tight little cunt, princess. Show me how much you want me.”
“Oh god!” Helena’s head tips backwards as she slowly sinks down on me. “It’s so big,” she moans as her breasts push towards my face, straining against the buttons of her blouse. I’d love to rip the fabric from her body. I also don’t need her walking into the café half-dressed.
“That’s it. You’re doing so good. You’re taking every inch. All of me. It’s for you.” My hands caress her breasts over the top of her shirt. “You look so fucking hot right now.”
“Mmm.” Helena starts to slide up and down on my cock, while the walls of her pussy clench around my length with each movement. “Oh god,” she groans as she picks up speed slightly.
“Tell me how it feels. How does it feel to have my cock filling you up?” My mouth lands on her neck, my teeth nibbling their way up.
“So good. You feel so good. Marco. Oh, shit!” She screams when I bite down on the lobe of her ear.
