Page 9 of A Valentino Princess
“I’m not going to let anything happen to you,” Marco says.
“I know,” I whisper, but I don’t believe him. Sometimes, there’s no saving us. No matter how much you want to pretend there is. My sister Lola is proof of that.
“Come on, we need to get out of here.” Marco takes hold of my hand.
“Where are we going?” I ask him.
“My place. I’ll call your brother on the way,” he says.
I have no idea where his place is, but I sure as hell hope it has a bed. I’m exhausted and all I want to do is sleep. Well, that’s not all, but I don’t think I’m going to be getting a repeat of last night anytime soon. I wouldn’t be surprised if my brother doesn’t barge into Marco’s house and drag me back to his place. Or Theo’s. The Valentino mansion is the most-guarded complex in all of New York. There really isn’t getting in there uninvited without getting yourself shot.
Maybe I need to be there? I haven’t been taking Kye’s threats seriously. I thought they were empty. Now, I’m not too sure they are.
Chapter Eight
“Make yourself at home. Kitchen is through there.” I point to the hall that leads to the kitchen and dining room.
“This is where you live?” Helena asks, looking around.
“Ah, yeah, why?” I try to see my apartment through her eyes. It’s on the smaller side but clean, and everything has a place. I have people who come through and straighten up three times a week.
“It’s really nice. I just didn’t think soldiering paid that well,” she says.
“My father was a capo. He left me a sizeable inheritance,” I admit. “I don’t work because I have to. I work 'cause I want to.” I’m loyal to the Valentino family. I’ve never gone against them—well, until I couldn’t stop myself from fucking the woman currently taking a self-guided tour of my apartment. “Your brother will be here soon. You won’t have to stay long,” I say, after a moment of awkward silence.
“Why don’t you want people to know you can’t read?” Helena asks me.
I turn towards the kitchen. This is not a conversation I want to have. The fact that I needed to know what was written on her wall more than I needed to hide my secret… Yeah, that’s something that’s never happened before. I’ve always found ways to work around my little flaw.
“I don’t care, you know. Most people won’t. And the ones who do, well, they don’t matter,” Helena says. “And I’d be more than happy to tell them to go jump off a cliff.”
“Thank you. But weakness is not taken too kindly in my line of work.” I open the fridge and start pulling out ingredients. Maybe I’ll make her a sandwich. I’m not exactly the best cook but I’m not the worst either.
“Not being able to read isn’t a weakness, Marco,” Helena says, stepping up behind me.
“I’d appreciate it if you didn’t say anything.” I place the turkey and cheese onto the counter. “You need to eat.” Truth is, I just need to keep myself busy before I do something stupid. Likebend this woman over this counter and do all the unspeakable things running through my mind.
“I won’t,” she says. “How long did Neo say he was going to be?” Helena steps in front of me.
“About an hour. Why?” I ask and watch as Helena backs herself against the counter. Then I lean in and inhale her scent. “Fuck, you smell so damn edible.” She smells like fucking cinnamon and sugar—like a syrup that I want to lick off my fingers.
“I… I want…” Helena moans when my fingers start sliding along her thigh.
“What is it that you want, princess?” I ask her, continuing my journey up the inside of her skirt.
“I want to come,” she says. “I want you to make me come.”
“With fucking pleasure,” I growl. My lips make their way up her neck before finding her mouth. And when I reach her panties, I glide two fingers through her folds. “Fuck, you’re so wet, princess.” My cock hardens in my pants as I press myself into her stomach. “Feel what you do to me. You’ve had me hard all fucking day and you know it.”
My lips move back down her neck, and my teeth nibble on her earlobe as my fingers continue to explore her wet pussy. I curl them upwards and Helena moans as her hands twist around my shirt. I pull back and watch her face, because there’s nothing more fucking beautiful than seeing this woman overcome with pleasure. Pleasure I’m giving her.
“I want you to make yourself come on my hand,” I say as my fingers move in and out at their own beat. Helena’s head lulls backwards. “Are you going to come for me, princess?”
“I… I can’t,” she says. “I need more…”
“You can and you fucking will,” I grunt, pulling my fingers out and then shoving them into her soaking-wet cunt as hard as I can.
“Oh shit,” she moans. Her eyes close, and she finally lets go. Grinding herself against my palm.
