Vincenzo povI made a mistake in bringing Katarzyna. Needing this to look like a social outing, I had asked my mantenuta to come along. I hadn’t seen her since the night at the castello and she always loved the boat. Yet it was clear from Valentina ’s expression that she didn’t care for Katarzyna.Jealousy, perhaps? That seemed unlikely, given Valentina ’s general dislike of me. More likely Katarzyna’s habit of never knowing when to be quiet had rubbed Valentina the wrong way. But I noticed the way Valentina ’s nipples had puckered when I walked out on the deck in my swim trunks. She might not like me, but she was attracted to me.Something changed between us the night she tried to escape. I read the lust in her eyes, saw the flush on her cheeks. She’d practically been panting when she held the gun on me. My talk of fucking against a wall had aroused her even more.She was not innocent, and my suspicions about her proved to be correct at every turn. I had a feeling that this girl lik

VINCENZO POVI moved closer, almost touching her. I could count every eyelash and freckle on her lovely face as she stared up at me. Reaching out, I twirled a piece of her golden hair around my finger. “So I have to ask, why are you still here?”Her gaze locked on my face. “I was biding my time before I tried again.”“Cazzata. Your life in Toronto was boring. You were dying there, like a plant starved of water. I saved you from that loser boyfriend, from the lacklustre orgasms and sneaking around. There is so much I can show you, dolcezza. So much I want to give you.”“So you’re my saviour? Is that it?” I chuckled softly. “I’m no saviour. They call me IL DIAVOLO (The DEVIL) for a reason, and that is because I am as wicked and evil as they come. But if you want to get on your knees for me in gratitude, I will not object.”Her shoulders trembled as her breath hitched. She hadn’t backed away and had barely moved since I entered. She seemed to be waiting to see what I would do. “In your f

VINCENZO POV WORK WAS A WASTE OF TIME. I couldn’t concentrate, my mind still stuck on Valentina. I hadn’t slept last night, even after jacking off in the shower. This morning I made myself come again after what happened in the dining room, standing in the bathroom and furiously stroking myself. My cock would chafe if I kept this up.I had to fuck her soon.She would have let me last night. Or this morning. But I wanted her ready for it. She hadn’t liked giving in to me in the dining room, but it was a lesson she had to learn. As my mantenuta, she was at my disposal, our relationship at my whim. I’d never had a mistress who lived with me before, but I figured that only made things more convenient. I could have Valentina whenever I wanted, no waiting required.“Are you paying attention, Vin?” Marco’s voice snapped me out of my thoughts. “Yes.”We were on a conference call, but our side was muted. The discussion about what to do with the Avellinos now that ELDER ARMANI died was droning

VALENTINA POV HE TOOK me to the stables. I paused outside, unable to take the final steps into the building. Was I really doing this? You teased him with it. God, I was an idiot. How had I ever thought to gain the upper hand with this man? He saw through my every move and turned it back around on me.He slapped my ass. “Get inside a stall. Show me how much you want my cock in your mouth.”The words melted my insides and weakened my resistance. I desperately wanted to suck him off. I wanted to be on my knees, choking on Vincenzo’s dick. Just the visual was enough to soak my panties.He wants it, too. Show him what you can do, Tina. I would do this once. Never again. I was not Vincenzo’s mistress.“I am not your mistress,” I repeated over my shoulder as I started inside. He said nothing and watched my ass in the tiny shorts. I put a tiny bit of sway into my hips, hoping he enjoyed the show. Somehow, I would win thisbattle between us.Two grooms were working in the stables—and Vincenz

VALENTINA POV I CLIMBED over the railing and held out my hand. “Vieni qua, Lamborghini.” My little lamb came tottering over to me and bleated, clearly happy to see me. At least, that’s what I believed anyway. I loved her to pieces.Tommaso, the man in charge of the sheep, said I had to speak Italian to the lambs. He said it was what they knew, but I didn’t complain because it would help me practice. I had to admit, he was right. It was easier to speak Italian to an animal than a human who might criticize my pronunciation or verb conjugation.Lamborghini ate the tiny pellets out of my palm, her soft mouth and tongue teasing my skin. According to Tommaso she was three months old, and would have been killed and sold sometime in the next two months if not for my intervention. As much as I hated being grateful to Vincenzo for anything, I was relieved that Lamborghini wouldn’t end up on a dinner table. She finished the pellets and nuzzled my arm, then crawled into my lap. I laughed and