Page 251 of La Dolce Vita

"No, we aren't," he said and brought her down to the floor. They were too far from the bed to try for it. And he was working on pure sexual adrenaline. The moment she parted her thighs, and he lay there, the moisture between the lips of her sex glazed his cockhead. It sent a shiver up his spine. Working his hips, he screwed into her in slow, shallow circles. Mirabella hooked her legs higher and tightened them around his waist. Giovanni felt himself weakening with desire.

"Non posso vivere senza di te -I can't live without you," she said.

Giovanni worshiped her body. The perfections and imperfections. He fucked her harder and harder while he licked the valley of skin between her breasts. And finally, her control broke. His gaze rising to hers, he saw her lashes fluttering, and her tongue glides over her top lip as she moved beneath him. So sexy. Her pussy walls pulsed, and she climaxed as he released his seed deep into her womb. He dropped on top of her, completely wasted.

Mirabella stroked his back. He turned over to his side, and she turned with him. They stay partially joined. And then his flaccid cock slipped out of her. He held her to him on the cool hardwoods.

"Mmm, that was so good," she said and kissed his sweaty chest.

He didn't respond. Mirabella lifted her head and looked at him. He had what she could clearly see was a hint of a smile on his lips. She reached up and touched his face. "Sweetheart. Let's get into bed."

"What time is it?" he wheezed.

"Doesn't matter. Come to bed with me. Let me take care of you," she said.

He looked at his watch. He frowned. "I need to shower."

Before she could stop him, he let her go and went to the bathroom. Mirabella turned over and closed her eyes. She betrayed him by telling Marietta to turn to Armando. Especially considering what Armando had done to Domi and Catalina. But it was the only devil she knew who could stop the man she loved. Now it was out of her hands. Whatever happened next, would change their lives forever.

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Marietta paced. It had been almost thirty minutes since Lorenzo left. Nothing she tried worked. Not the tears. Not the threats. Not the hysteria. She literally went to her knees begging him not to go. But he did. And now she had another worry. She might have put them all in more danger. Armando and his men had left Sicily and arrived in Napoli. He was there and waiting for her call. Her brother had come to Italy, even under the threat of the power struggle between him and Giovanni to protect her. He'd come.

The show of brotherly love and the stress of Lorenzo and Giovanni's war made her stupid enough to have faith. Now as she sat alone in the dark, she realized the irony. Armando could kill both Giovanni and Armando and destroy them all. He could have his final revenge. And it would be her fault. If Lorenzo and Giovanni were meeting alone, they were going to be ambushed.

What had she done?

Headlights cut across the window. Her heart leaped with joy. Lorenzo had come back. Marietta raced for the door. She flung it open. She couldn't see much with the glare of the headlights focused on her. But she didn't need to. It had to be him. No one else knew where they were.

"Lorenzo!" she said and covered her face with her hand. The person got out of the car. They walked around the car, and she frowned. It was Carlo.

"What are you doing here?"

"Where is he?" Carlo demanded.

Marietta saw the gun in his hand. She'd forgotten to bring one out of the house. She ran for the door, and Carlo ran after her. Just as she turned to slam the door and lock it, he forced it open. She stepped back quickly. "Get out!"

"Where is he?"

"I'm not telling you anything!" she shouted.

Carlo put his gun behind him to the back of his pants. He showed her his hands. "I don't want to hurt him. I came to help."

"Liar!" she shouted through her tears. She kept backing up. The gun was in the kitchen. She'd left it in the kitchen.

"Where did he go?"

"How did you find us? How?"

"I've been his best friend all my fucking life. It took some time, but all I had to do is think of you."

Marietta frowned.

"What?"

"Think of where he would take you. Protect you. Do you even know what this place is? We called it the Lemon House. Belonged to our friend’s mother. He was killed years ago. She died only a few months ago. Lorenzo kept the place up and checked on her regularly. She was always kind to him. He said he felt at peace here. If I can find this place so can Gio. Now tell me where he is."

"He left!" Marietta began to cry. She paced away. She put both hands to her face. She had to calm down. It wasn't good for the baby. But she was terrified. Lorenzo could get killed tonight. If he did, she would never get over it. Never.

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