Chapter 34: The Provocative Bath

POV: Beatrice

I stared at him with a certain amusement in my eyes, which perhaps Stefano hadn't expected. I was getting into my game. My eyes lingered on him for a moment as I slid my tongue over my lips and wet them even more before dropping the towel right there, my naked, wet body in the middle of the room, leaving drops all over the floor that marked my trail and should have irritated him, but Stefano seemed too busy with my body to worry about that or whatever Giovanni needed from him. Stefano knew that there wasn't a soul in that house, which is why he hadn't argued with me for walking around the mansion in just a towel.

I found myself running my eyes down his body too, I couldn't deny that the owner of the Cosa Nostra was a man who exuded virility, seduction and sex despite being insufferable. It was a unique advantage to have gotten involved with the most dangerous man in the Italian mafia and to have allowed him to trap me there, taking him out of his own world was my only fun.

I marched over to the shower stall and positioned myself facing him after my fingers turned the shower head, increasing the intensity of the water running down my body. His lips moved, and his fingers gripped the cell phone even tighter. His eyes were still focused on me, even though they should have been totally focused on what Giovanni was saying over the phone. And at that moment, I wanted to be his biggest distraction and his hottest thought. I wanted his mind to get lost between Giovanni's voice and the wet body in front of him.

I took my hands to the soap and began to spread the foam over my body, my slow movements making Stefano breathe more deeply, although he didn't lose focus of the conversation for a second. He didn't stutter, his lips moved easily. My hands went down from my face to my neck, caressing it gently. I gradually moved down to my large, perfectly shaped breasts, despite Davide's birth, teasing him even more. I felt his troubled gaze gradually dissipate as he traced every curve and every detail of my torso. Every intentional touch was an explosion for me too, as the steam and the sound of the water filled the considerably large space, like a private movie intended for my son's father.

I felt goosebumps with every movement I made in the shower, aware of Stefano's intense gaze on me. As the hot water ran down my body, I let my fingers gently caress my shoulders and then my legs, only to touch my vulva, feeling the wetness grow and my pulse quicken. The pressure of my fingers increased, lightly moving the loofah in circles over my swollen clitoris while I was caught in Stefano's gaze. The foam covered that area while I slid over the rest of it, opening the lips of my vulva.

The pressure of my fingers increased, lightly moving the loofah in circles over my swollen clitoris while I was caught in Stefano's gaze there. The foam covered that area while I slid over the rest of it, opening the lips of my vulva, moving the loofah more and more intensely, and exploring every fold and every part of my pussy. With every touch and every rub of his fingers, I saw Stefano tighten his grip even more, blinking less and less, his eyes half-closed, at the same time as his muscles tensed.

I broke the contact, turning onto my back. As I moved under the shower, I felt more and more aroused by the sensation of being watched by him. My wet hair fell over my back, and I felt the flow of water massage my scalp, relaxing me and intensifying the pleasure that coursed through my body. I tilted my head back, letting my hair fall over my bare back and wash away the shampoo I had already deposited. The warm water ran down my locks as my fingers slid through the lengths, gently massaging my scalp. My eyes closed, completely surrendering to the relaxing sensation that had taken hold of me.

At the same moment, I felt a sudden movement around me. My body jerked in surprise, but before I could react, I felt strong hands grab my arms firmly and pull me out of the water. I opened my eyes quickly, my senses on high alert, and met Stefano's gaze after he had pushed me to the wall, facing him, who still had his clothes on. I felt his warm body pressed against mine, his breathing controlled, but on his face it looked like something had pleased him, probably what he and Giovanni had talked about. His strong hand touched my jaw, bringing my face even closer to his, which was curved above mine. I slid my gaze to his mouth, and Stefano didn't wait another second before advancing on my lips. At the same time, he wrapped one of his arms around my waist, bringing me completely to himself, ignoring the fact that I was wet against his dry clothes.

Stefano explored every inch of my mouth as our tongues crossed urgently, his extremely soft lips pressing into my mouth more and more. Without any shame or delicacy, he slid his hand down to my ass, wrapping his palm and fingers around it to squeeze. I lifted my feet, trying to stand a little taller, and brought my hands to the nape of his neck, pressing there, making each movement more urgent and needy. I was thirsty for Stefano once again. From my ass, his hands went to my thighs when he realized I was on my tiptoes. Immediately, his hands lifted me up to his waist before pushing my entire torso to the wall, without ceasing to explore every inch of my lips. Stefano sucked in my lower lip and a bit down on it before pulling away completely from my mouth, his eyes on mine as I slid my finger down to the button of his pants to unbutton them.

"What do you think you're doing?" He asked, his voice husky, low and at the same time serious, his eyes sliding away from mine to pull a few strands away from my neck to analyze with gusto the hickey he had made on my skin, turning it purple.

"I'm urging you to fuck me right here, looking into my eyes. Do you think you can do it this time, Stefano?"