Beautiful Prey 2: The Storm Series (BWWM Romance) (20 page)

Victoria was sitting outside on the patio, enjoying a warm
breeze, when Jack walked out and placed a pitcher of lemonade on the table. As
he walked back into the house, she marveled at how sexy he was in a simple
white T–shirt and pair of cargo pants. Victoria looked across the table and
realized that she wasn’t the only one admiring her husband.

“Stop looking at my man like that.”

“Child, you just better not leave me
alone with him. I just might take him away from you,” Grace O’Malley teased.

“And what of Mr. O’Malley?”

“What he don’t know won’t hurt him.”

Victoria laughed at Mrs. O’Malley’s
brazen comments. She was still shocked that she had a sense of humor. Because
it was just a few months ago, that Victoria referred to her as “mean old
bitch.”  It wasn’t until after she married Jack that she discovered that
Mrs. O’Malley was a protective, thoughtful, mean old bitch.

Victoria laughed inside as she
thought of Mrs. O’Malley’s visits to the hospital when Jack was shot. She would
be all smiles until Jack’s nurse walked into his room. In proper Mrs. O’Malley
fashion, she would instantly purse her red lips and look at the nurse as if
she’d committed a heinous crime. Victoria knew the look all too well. She would
ask Mrs. O’Malley why she looked at the nurse that way. She would simply reply,
“I don’t like people.”

“What’s putting that smile on your
face?” Mrs. O’Malley asked, snatching Victoria back to the present.

“You,” Victoria admitted.

“I do have the ability to make folks
smile.”

“No, you don’t,” Victoria
scoffed. 

Mrs. O’Malley rolled her eyes and
mumbled, “Don’t you be inviting me over here for lunch just so you can insult
me.”

She had a wounded expression, but
Victoria wasn’t falling for it. Mrs. O’Malley was as tough as nails.

“But... I’ll find it in my heart to
forgive you if you let me wake the baby.”

As if on cue, Jack walked out on the
patio with Jasmine in his arms.

“I changed her diaper, but I think
she’s hungry,” he said, handing the baby to Victoria.

She was perfectly swaddled in a soft
pink blanket. Victoria cuddled her close, looking into her big blue eyes. She
spit the pacifier out of her mouth and began to whimper. Victoria unbuttoned
her blouse a pulled her bra down on one side. It didn’t take long for Jasmine
to latch onto her breast.

Mrs. O’Malley yelled hysterically,
“Ya’ just gonna pop that right out while I’m trying eat my lunch?!”

Jack walked into the house, laughing.

Natasha slipped into satiny red pumps and stood in the
mirror, admiring one of the beautiful red dresses that Gianni had picked out
for her. This one was a lacy, formfitting, knee–length cocktail dress, designed
by Christian Seriano. Since the neckline plunged dangerously low, Natasha
couldn’t wear a bra. She did, however, have on a pair of the lacy thongs that
Gianni bought.

Inside the bathroom, Natasha grabbed
her perfume from the vanity and sprayed the inside of each wrist. She stared at
her reflection in the mirror and thought back to her wonderful day in the sun
with Gianni. From splashing around in the pool with Gianni to her very first
high stakes poker game, Natasha was really enjoying Las Vegas. And, just as
Gianni had suggested, the topic of their marriage was not discussed. Although,
Natasha noticed that Gianni didn’t seem all that devastated by the idea of
their rash Vegas nuptials.  

Natasha ran her hands over her short
bob, ensuring that no strand was out of place. When she was finally satisfied
with her appearance, she turned and walked out of the bathroom. She grabbed her
purse and keycard from the nightstand and walked out of the penthouse. Natasha
took the ride down in the elevator, wondering how Gianni had planned to fix
their blunder. Were they going to be able to get a simple annulment, or would
they have to file for divorce? When the elevator arrived at the casino, Natasha
started to feel a little anxious. She stepped off of the elevator and looked
for signs that would lead her to the restaurant. Since there were five
restaurants in the casino, she knew that it would take her some time to locate
the correct one.

Natasha was about to begin her search
for the Tempesta Deliziosa when a tall, handsome, well-dressed man, that
appeared to be in his early forties, approached Natasha. The man was very tan
with black hair and dark brown eyes. He smiled and stuck his hand out.

“Mrs. Storm, my name is Francis
Savelli. I run the casino. I’m here to escort you to your husband.”

Natasha didn’t hear anything he said past, “Mrs. Storm.” But,
she did manage to smile. She placed her hand inside his much larger hand.
Francis gave her hand a gentle squeeze before her release it.

“This way,” he said politely.

Together they walked through the
ringing and dinging of the slot machines, and Natasha half listened as he
talked about plans to renovate the casino floor. She couldn’t believe that
Gianni had told Francis that they were married. And, judging by the long stares
and the indiscreet whispering by the staff, Francis wasn’t the only one that
knew her new marital status.

When they arrived at the restaurant,
Natasha was surprised to see that it was closed. It was only eight o’clock.
Francis unlocked and opened the door. They were met at the door by a short,
curvy, woman, with a deep chocolate complexion. She was wearing a sleek black
pantsuit, and her smile was warm and inviting. As if she was genuinely happy to
see her.

“Good evening, Mrs. Storm. I’m
Rebecca. If you’ll follow me, I’ll be happy to seat you.”

Natasha turned to Francis. He smiled,
saying, “Enjoy your dinner,” before turning to leave.

Natasha followed Rebecca to the back
of the restaurant and into a separate room. She smiled when she saw Gianni
sitting at a beautiful table that was more designed then decorated. He stood,
and Natasha was taken aback. She didn’t think that it was possible for Gianni
to look any more beautiful, until she saw him under the glow of candles. His
tailored suit clung perfectly to his strong sexy body. He closed the distance
between them and placed a sweet simple kiss to her lips. His lips were
extremely soft, and his scent made her weak in the knees.

“Natasha, you take my breath away.
You’re so beautiful.” His voice was so smooth and sexy, Natasha wanted to check
and see if her panties had spontaneously fallen off.

“Thank you. You’re beautiful too.”

Gianni chuckled. “I’m beautiful?”

“Very,” Natasha mumbled.

Gianni swatted Natasha’s ass and
ushered her to her chair. Natasha had forgotten that Rebecca was still in the
room until she walked over and removed the napkin from the table and placed it
across her lap. She walked over to Gianni, and instead of placing the napkin in
his lap, she straightened it out and held it out for him. Natasha was pleased
with Rebecca’s respectful behavior.

“Good evening, Mr. and Mrs. Storm.
I’m Jason. I’ll be serving you.”

As if perfectly timed, the waiter
stepped up. He held up bottle of red wine for Gianni to approve. Gianni nodded
his approval, so the waiter poured a small amount in his glass. Gianni reached
for the bottle and told the waiter to leave it at the table. Natasha looked
over at Gianni, but he wouldn’t make eye contact. He had to know that she was
going to ask him about the ‘Mrs. Storm’ thing. And when Rebecca and Jason
walked away, she did just that.

“Gianni, why is everyone calling me
Mrs. Storm?”

“Because you’re my wife,” he answered
as if to say ‘duh’.

Natasha didn’t want to get into a
debate with Gianni. She didn’t get all dressed up to fight with him. She would
stick to the original plan of dealing with it tomorrow. Natasha dropped the
subject, and complimented him on the beautiful table setting.

Most of the dinner conversation
consisted of Gianni asking questions about Natasha’s childhood. She happily
contributed to the conversation by answering his questions. She wasn’t uncomfortable
because Gianni never asked the hard questions. Natasha assumed that since
Gianni had had such a wonderful childhood, he didn’t know how to ask the
questions that would re–open her house of horrors. Somehow the conversation was
light and fun.

Course after course was delicious. As
far as Natasha was concerned, Gianni’s culinary skills were a turn on. To
Natasha, each dish was like foreplay. And every time Gianni brought his glass
to his lips, Natasha couldn’t look away. She imagined his sensual mouth exploring
her body. She imagined Gianni whispering nasty things, in his deep accented
voice. Natasha wanted him naked.

“Will you sing to me?”

Gianni’s request yanked Natasha from
her naughty daydream.

“What? You want me to sing? Now?”

“Please?”

Gianni stood and walked around the
table. He reached for Natasha’s hand. When she placed her hand in his, he
gently pulled her from her chair. She walked with him across the empty
restaurant, to a piano. Gianni sat on the bench and fumbled over the keys. He
looked up at Natasha and smiled. He was practically giddy, and Natasha couldn’t
bear to refuse him. She wouldn’t run the risk of missing out on a smile so
beautiful.

“You play?”

Gianni nodded and began to play.
Seconds later, she realized that he was playing At Last by Etta James. She was
amazed at how beautifully Gianni played the piano, wondering if there was
anything that he couldn’t do. Natasha leaned over the piano and sang along.
During the entire song, Gianni eyes never left Natasha. And when the song ended,
neither of them could look away. Gianni jumped from the bench and kissed
Natasha with a passion that she wasn’t expecting. In return, she ran her
fingers through his hair, gripping the back of his head, and pulled him closer.
Natasha instantly heated and she could feel moisture pooling in her sex. She
gently sucked Gianni’s bottom lip, eliciting a deep lustful moan from his
throat.

Suddenly, Gianni pulled away.
“Natasha, I need to make love to you,” he growled.

His eyes reflected the same
desperation as Natasha’s. Gianni walked back to their table and grabbed her
purse. When he got back, he led her out of the restaurant. They walked hand in
hand through the casino. Natasha laughed inside at how Gianni practically
dragged her to the elevator. By the time they were at Natasha’s door, he was
practically sweating. He fumbled with the keycard, growing more frustrated by
the second. At one point, she thought he was going to kick the door in. Natasha
took the key from his hand and successfully opened the door. Gianni laughed and
followed her inside.

Natasha walked into the bedroom,
kicked off her shoes, and dropped her clutch on the nightstand. She turned
around and Gianni was standing in the doorway. He was a tall, dark, and
handsome fantasy in the flesh. He walked over to Natasha and captured her face
in his hands. Their lips connected. His kiss was long and sweet. Gianni slowly
turned Natasha around. He unzipped her dress and slowly pulled it down her
body. When her dress dropped to the floor, Gianni reached through her arms and
massaged her heaving breast. He kissed and sucked her neck, while
simultaneously needling her hardened nipples. Natasha began to pant, as if she
were a wild animal in heat, when Gianni released her. He turned her around,
positioning them face to face. Gianni stepped back and removed his jacket.
Natasha watched him undress, excited by every inch of skin that he unveiled.
When he was done, she surveyed his muscular form with appreciation. Gianni’s
enormous dick stood tall. It would’ve been pointing angrily at her had it not
been for the fact that it curved slightly to the left.

Gianni stepped closer to Natasha and
placed a condom on the nightstand. He lowered to one knee and slid Natasha’s
panties over her hips and down her legs. Gently pushing her hips, he prompted
her to sit. Natasha sat on the edge of the bed. Gianni gently pried her legs
apart and peppered a trail of kisses up her thigh. He spread her legs wider.
His eyes lingered on her sex. Natasha’s face began to warm, blushing because
she had never had a man stare at her that way.

“Si belle. Ma femme,” he whispered.

Natasha had no clue what he was
saying. Since Gianni often mixed French with Italian, she didn’t even know which
language he was speaking. It didn’t matter because whatever he said was a
direct link to her pussy, she could feel herself getting wetter and wetter.

When Gianni licked between her silky
folds and sucked her clit into his mouth, Natasha actually howled. If she
hadn’t heard herself, she wouldn’t have believed that a sound like that
could’ve come from her. Natasha fell back on to the bed and Gianni’s assault
commenced. He imprisoned her clit between his lips and flicked his tongue until
Natasha was practically singing his name. She clutched the bedding and endured,
until she couldn’t.

“Oh, Gianni. I’m cumming.”

Gianni mumbled into her pussy, “Oui.
Cum for me, baby.”

Natasha went stiff as a board,
shaking uncontrollably until she fell. And she fell hard. Gianni quickly
climbed on the bed, and on top of Natasha. He positioned himself right at her
opening and surged inside. As Gianni rode the waves of her orgasm, Natasha
screamed his name without shame, as her pussy violently spasmed around his
dick.

“Always on my cock.... Always,” he
growled.

Gianni slowed to a deep stroke,
massaging the walls of Natasha’s pussy. She was in a frenzy as she continued to
come on his dick.

“Baby, you fuck me
soooo
good.” She purred. “So fucking good.”

Gianni dropped to one elbow and used
his other hand to caressed Natasha’s face. He pressed his lips to her’s and
pried her mouth open with his tongue, commanding her mouth and her body. He
tongue fucked her mouth as his dick mastered her pussy. Natasha found herself
lost in a sea of pleasure. She had no other choice than to erupt, amazed that
she was coming again so soon. Her walls clamped around him, and she began to
drown in that same sea of pleasure.

She moaned into his mouth, “Oh God...
You gonna just fuck me like this?”

Gianni sped his pace. His long deep
strokes turn to fast hard pumps. He fucked her with no mercy. Natasha clutched
Gianni’s back and held on for dear life. His strokes turned frantic as he
lunged into her fiercely.

“Fuck! Nata... I’m cumming!”

Gianni pulled out suddenly and
crawled up her body. He gripped himself and stroked, until he was spilling his
seed onto Natasha’s breast.

“Aarrghh! Fuck!”

Natasha squirmed, totally aroused by
the vulgar placement of his semen. Gianni continued to stroke himself with one
hand, while rubbing his semen into her breasts. When he was completely drained,
he dropped down and gently kissed Natasha’s lips. He rolled off and laid down
beside her. Gianni pulled her close to his body and held her tight. He reached
over her body, to turn off the lamp on her nightstand. He held her for
approximately five minutes before he fell asleep.

Natasha laughed in her head,
thinking, “
Men. They cum. Then they pass out
.”