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18. Chapter 17

Chapter 17

Gabo Godoy

B ella and I ended up fucking all over my room. Every crevice got blessed, and damn if it wasn't better than any fantasy I've ever had. When we finally decided to take a break, we went to the kitchen and found everything we needed to make sandwiches; we ate two each. It was fun in the kitchen afterward. The thrill of having Aldo, Rocco, and Mario nearby made it feel almost forbidden. It was a good quickie; kissing the living lights out of Bella to quiet her moaning while I pounded into her was a really exhilarating experience. Then we went back up to my room and took a shower. I was worried Bella would be too tired for another round, but she surprised me when she went down on her knees and gave me the best blow job of my life. Or is this the way sex feels when you have a deeper connection with your partner than merely physical?

I just woke up, and Bella's side of the bed is cold. I know she's still in the villa; otherwise, the security team would have alerted me. I wonder why she got up so early. Even though she said she wanted to be bound to me, I still feel she's holding back. I know after our conversation about her parents, it won't be easy for her to fully trust me. That's something that will only come with time. And now that she decided to take a chance with me, I have all the time in the world—I'm not going anywhere, and if we decide to have kids, we'll be the best parents who ever lived.

After stretching and splashing water on my face to wake up, I go looking for her. It doesn't take me long to find her. She's in her studio, her back to me, wearing one of my white dress shirts. She's painting a large canvas that I had set up for her when I offered her a space to create.

"Good morning, Bella mia," I say as I make my way to her. She turns to face me, a beautiful smile on her face, and the view takes my breath away. She's not wearing anything under my shirt, and it's unbuttoned, teasing me with glimpses of her delicious body.

"Morning, G." She stands on her tippy-toes to kiss me. "This morning, I woke up with an idea that wouldn't leave me alone, so I came to work on it," she tells me as she turns and continues to make soft strokes with her brush.

"I like it; it has character," I tell her honestly after looking at the blend of colors and shapes she's creating.

"Thank you. I won't tell you what it is until it's finished. You'll figure it out by yourself."

"Deal. Do you want breakfast?"

"I'm not hungry yet, but a cup of coffee would be lovely."

"Coming right up," I tell her as I make my way out of the studio.

"G?"

"Yes?" I turn around to face her.

"Thank you for creating this amazing space for me. I'm so in love with it. I'll create many, many pieces here. I can feel it," she tells me, those azure eyes shining bright like the ocean at noon.

"You're welcome, principessa. I'm glad I was able to make it happen for you."

After dropping off the coffee and a few pastries for her in the studio, I go for a swim in the pool. I need to get my own inspiration for the palace I need to design.

The water is crisp and refreshing, perfect to cool me down on this hot summer day. I do freestyle laps, not really counting how many, letting the repetitive motion clear my head.

After a while, lines start forming in my brain. A beautiful castle starts to take shape. Tall walls, smooth colors, and jewel shapes give me a visual of what I can create.

I stop swimming after my arms and legs start burning, the lactic acid building up in my muscles, so I get out and towel off the excess water. Bella's studio has a huge set of French doors that open to the garden. I see her lost in thought, still painting her canvas.

A rush of lust takes over me, and I feel I will die if I don't have her right now—in her element. I walk slowly, trying not to disturb her. I get behind her, and even though she hasn't looked back, she presses her back to my front.

"I was wondering when you were going to make your way back to me."

I grab the brush and the paint palette from her hands and place them gently on a small table she has nearby. Then I place myself in the same position we were in a moment ago and start playing with her nipples. Bella tries to grab my cock, but if she touches me, this will end before it can start. I'm that ready for her.

"Only I get to do the touching, principessa." She whines in protest, but she gives up on her exploration attempts when my hand goes south to her core. I take advantage and keep her hand on mine while I use my other hand to play with her clit.

"Fuck, G. This feels so good," she moans against my ear, and my dick jerks in response.

Her arms go up, and her hands clasp the back of my neck, giving me better access to her pussy. I continue my ministrations, and once my hand is coated in her arousal, I enter her with a finger, then another.

"G, I'm going to come. Don't stop," Bella says as she rides my fingers, finding her release. Her little cries make me spread precum all over her ass.

Once she has calmed her breathing, I help her get her hands against her canvas. Some of the paint is still fresh, so we're making a mess, but when she turns to give me a smirk, that's all the permission I need to get inside her. I don't want to go slowly—I'm way too excited for that. I enter her from behind and start thrusting as deep as I can. Bella meets me thrust for thrust. This woman is so effortlessly sexy; it's surreal. Her heart-shaped ass hits my hips after every thrust, and I grab her long hair, clenching it in my fist. When she looks back at me, she licks her lips. I can't help but encase her lips with mine and nip at her lower lip. Bella moans inside my mouth, and that just encourages me to thrust harder into her. After a couple more thrusts, Bella lifts her hands from the canvas and places them behind my neck. I can feel the paint on my skin, and the sensation brings a wake of goosebumps to my neck.

"Bella, I want to see you when you come on my cock," I tell her as my dick leaves her pussy, and she whimpers at the loss.

Oh, this beautiful girl. My dick misses his cunt, too.

She holds my hand and gently pushes me down on the couch in her studio. Bella positions herself on top of me, straddling me, and my cock enters her smoothly. Her hands paint my chest as she starts riding me, and I let her set the pace—this is my favorite view of her tits, by far—bouncing to the rhythm of our lovemaking. When Bella starts making her little sounds, the telltale sign that she's close to reaching her orgasm, her walls close on my cock, and that's all it takes for me to come with a roar, feeling her milking my release.

"Fuck, that was amazing," I say against her head once she rests on top of me.

"It truly was," she replies as she lifts her head, giving me a sweet and sated smile.

"Wanna go wash off in the pool?" she asks, mischief in her eyes. I get up from the couch, holding her bridal style, and run toward the pool with Bella squealing. I laugh unabashedly—I don't think I've ever been this happy in my life.

"Are you ready for our next stop?" I ask over lunch on the terrace.

"What do you mean? I thought we were staying here all week," Bella says as she takes a bite of her risotto.

"We could if you want, but I was hoping we could spend at least a few days on my yacht." Bella's eyebrows go all the way to the sky, and I chuckle at her response.

"Oh, fun! But wait a minute, does your yacht have Wi-Fi? Remember, I have work to do, and the last thing I want is for people to think I'm being favored because we're together." I look at her, my eyes full of mirth, and she shakes her head in amusement.

"I know I should know better—you're a billionaire; of course, you have Wi-Fi. Plus, you seem to be the kind of man who enjoys different transport vehicles." I smile at her assessment.

"You're not wrong. I do enjoy my toys. And the yacht is pretty cool, if I say so myself."

"So where would we go?" she asks, giving me her undivided attention.

"On the other side of the Adriatic Sea, there's a small island in Croatia called Ilovik. We could visit there and also spend a few days in the ocean, with no one nearby to bother us." "Sounds like so much fun. But then we need to go back to the penthouse. Remember, I didn't bring any clothes?" She gives me a pointed look.

"I know, but that's not an issue. Remember, we won't need clothes, anyway," I say with a wink, and she chuckles.

"But we can go shopping before we leave."

She surprises me when she says, "Okay!" with a shrug. I thought she was going to show more resistance to the idea. I can't wait to spoil her.

I have clothes here at the villa, so I pack a small bag for myself. I wasn't lying when I told her we wouldn't be needing many clothes.

Bella decides to wear the jean shorts she wore yesterday and styles them with one of my shirts. It's huge on her, but she looks effortlessly sexy. I'm not sure when exactly she took over my heart, but then she also went for my mind and my soul. I'm completely at her mercy—all I see is her.

On our way out, I inform Rocco and Aldo that they can go back to Bologna. Mario will go with us on the yacht. I pass my G-Wagon key to Mario, and he smirks at me.

Yeah, I'm riding in the back with Bella. Sue me , I think to myself.

"Are you going shopping with me?" Bella asks, batting her lashes. I chuckle because there's no way I could say no to her.

"Sure, where do you want to start?"

"I don't know Rimini, remember? You're the expert."

"Right. Well, let's go to Corso d'Augusto. It's a pedestrian street filled with stores."

Mario nods and drops us off at the beginning of the street. I get out and then help Bella out. The first store that catches her attention is by a very famous Italian designer. There's a dress in the window that I immediately know will look stunning on her. We go in, and she starts browsing the store, grabbing clothes here and there. From dresses and skirts to shorts and T-shirts—a little bit of everything. I ask the attendant to put the dress I saw in the window in Bella's changing room.

I grab a champagne flute offered to me by an attendant as I get comfortable on a sofa outside the changing rooms. Who would have thought going shopping with a woman would be so relaxing? I usually despise shopping for clothes for myself, which is why I have a personal shopper who takes care of all of my clothing needs.

"Are you ready, G?" Bella asks, peeking out her door, and I smile at her. She comes out wearing the dress I chose. It's made of pure silk with a yellow flower print. The bodice is doubled with lace, and the bottom hem is trimmed with lace inserts. I can picture her wearing this dress for a candlelight dinner or visiting a museum with me.

"Do you like it?" I ask her. Her blinding smile is all I need as an answer. "You look stunning, principessa."

She winks at me and goes back to the changing room. She tries on more dresses and looks absolutely mesmerizing in every single one. Once she's satisfied with a pile of clothes that's taller than her, we go to the cashier to pay. She tries to get her wallet out of her purse, but I place my hand on her forearm. She looks up at me, confused.

"You're not paying, Bella. This is on me."

"But I can pay for it, you know?"

I smile at her as I pass my black Amex to the clerk. "I know you can, but I want to spoil you, principessa."

She closes her eyes as a timid smile forms on her lips. Resting her forehead to my chest, she murmurs, "Thank you for taking such good care of me, G."

I place a kiss on her head and grab the bags to go to the next store.

By the time we're done shopping, we're starving. We grab a table at a small cafe nearby, and Bella sits as she tells me, "Just feed me, G. My legs are killing me."

I chuckle at her antics but go inside and place an order for coffee and sliders.

"We'll just have an appetizer to tide us over. Dinner is ready and waiting for us on the yacht," I inform her, and she does her happy dance in her seat.

"I'm so excited, G. I've never been on a yacht." I love her honesty; no need to pretend to be someone she's not.

"Is there something crazy or over the top that you have always wanted to do?" I ask.

She thinks it over as the coffee and appetizers are delivered to our table. "Not really. I love the things I do. Namely, painting and dancing. But I've never considered doing something extreme, like jumping off a bridge or out of a plane. What about you?"

"I've always wanted to climb a mountain. I'm not sure if it's a snow mountain or just a regular one," I confess, feeling a blush creep up my face. She looks at me, analyzing me.

"I'm sorry, that sounded more adventurous in my mind. I guess maybe jumping off a cliff would be another cool thing to do," I say as I take a sip of my coffee.

"You don't need to apologize. If you think climbing a mountain is adventurous, then it is. I would totally do that with you. Jumping off a cliff, however? I'll wait for you on the yacht or something."

I throw my head back in laughter. "It's a deal. Maybe we should visit Gio sometime. From what I understand, he doesn't live far from the Blue Ridge Mountains."

"That would be lovely. Maybe he would even hike with us." I see the longing in her eyes; she misses her family. I make a mental note to suggest visiting her siblings as often as possible once I ask her to move in with me.

"Ready, boss?" Mario appears behind Bella, startling me. I look at her, and she's done eating her slider.

"Is everything alright?" I ask Mario as I get up from my seat, and Bella comes to stand next to me.

"Yes, of course. It's just the area is getting a little crowded, and we don't have backup. It's best to be safe."

"Understood," I say as I place my arm around Bella's back and start walking toward the car. I can't wait to be alone with her again and have her wear the lingerie we bought with a pair of fuck me stilettos.

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