Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 34406 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 172(@200wpm)___ 138(@250wpm)___ 115(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34406 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 172(@200wpm)___ 138(@250wpm)___ 115(@300wpm)
The goal he’d given her was to get him down to his knees or on the floor by any means possible. So far, for two days, she’d failed. No matter what she did, he was able to avoid her bringing him down, and what was worst, he’d even whispered in her ear he wasn’t even trying.
She charged toward him, attempting to swing for him, but he captured her, drawing her back to him. Then he used her weight and speed against her, thrusting her away until she was a heap on the floor.
Growling, she slammed her hand on the mat. “Why are you doing this? Clearly I need more training.”
“I’m teaching you not to give up.”
“Come on, Giovanni. We both know that if this was the kind of attack we’d face, they would have guns and knives. I’d be dead long before I would have the ability to keep on attacking.”
She didn’t want to keep fighting him.
She wanted to explore him, to feel more than making love. When it came to her husband, she wanted to … fuck, it was impossible to know what exactly she wanted. Back home, she hadn’t been exposed to too much explicit material, and the few things she did know was from listening to some of the maids and stumbling on a couple of the men’s mistresses. That was all. Vague conversations.
Some women liked sex, and from what she’d experienced with Giovanni, she was one of them.
“Attack your assailant in any way to bring him down. The way to do it is with surprise.”
Giovanni wasn’t just any assailant. He was her husband, and even though what she was about to do wouldn’t work at home, it might just work here.
“Come on. Attack,” he said.
She got to her feet, but this time, she stared at him. They both wore shorts, and he didn’t have a shirt on. His heavily inked chest was on full display, along with his thighs and arms. He was a distraction.
She wore a pair of shorts, a horrible sports bra, and his oversized shirt. Valentina had never considered herself seductive. Far from it, but she reached for the shirt and removed it, tossing it aside.
She didn’t care if she had a red face, was covered in sweat, or if she might stink a little, she wanted her husband.
He wanted to train.
And neither of them was truly getting what they wanted.
“Valentina?” he asked.
She wriggled out of the tight gym shorts that were like a second skin. Then she took care of the sports bra, feeling so much better when it was gone. All she had to do was take the panties off, and then she’d be free, which she did.
Naked.
Valentina turned to face him. Her heart raced.
Even though she wanted him, she wasn’t sure this was the correct way to get what she wanted. A honeymoon. A real one that none of the women back home ever knew. One where her husband was completely devoted to her, and there was no fear.
“Giovanni,” she said, moving toward him and making sure to swing her hips. She had an odd feeling that she looked like a gawky, too-tall teenager rather than the seductress she was going for.
With her hands on his chest, she ran them up his body, circling his waist and pressing her hands flush to his. “I want you,” she said.
Feeling a little too daring, she ran her hand down the front of his body. Then, trying to feel bold, she touched his cock.
He was stiff. “You want me?”
“Yes.” She cupped him through the shorts, and she didn’t exactly know what she was doing, but she went on instinct. “I want to train with you. I do. I want to be everything you need in a wife.” Again, from her training. From what her mother said. “But I also know this between us is rare. I’m not afraid of you. You’ve promised to never hurt me, and I believe you. Everything you say, I trust.” She went to the waistband of his shorts. “But this is our honeymoon, and … there … I…”
He captured her wrist, removing her hand. Valentina knew she had messed up, but Giovanni let go of her wrist and both of his hands were on her ass.
“Are you telling me you want me to fuck you, Valentina?”
She nodded.
He laughed. “No, you don’t get to interrupt training and then act like you don’t know what you’re doing. Tell me.”
Giovanni already knew her so well, and she didn’t think it was possible. “I want you to … fuck me.” Saying the words made her face heat.
“You do?”
“Yes.”
“What do you want?” he asked.
His hands had started to massage her ass, and it was hard for her to not ache for more. She was already soaking wet.
“I want … your … cock inside me.” She tried to speak fast.