Page 16 of His Beautiful Revenge
“And yet he was worth cheating on me with?”
Tara gave him a withering look. “Please, don’t tell me you’ve been entirely faithful to me this all time.”
“Until I knew it was over, I was.”
She looked skeptical. “Is that why you hired Lucian’s girlfriend?”
“Ex-girlfriend, and no. I hired her because she was the best person for the job.”
Tara’s eyes searched his face. “You’ve fucked her, haven’t you?”
Giacomo said nothing, kept his face blank, and didn’t look away from Tara’s gaze. Tara made a disgusted noise. “Well, little Miss Pure ain’t so pure after all.”
That got him. “You don’t know the first thing about Norah, so shut your mouth about her.”
Tara smirked and Giacomo knew he’d lost that round. He sighed. “Look, Tara, there’s no reason this has to be unpleasant. I’m going to go now. Take care of yourself.”
Tara watched him walk away from her. God, he was still so attractive to her, even after she’d cheated on him. At the same time …howdarethe fucker dump her? Tara Hubert wasn’t dumped. She wasneverdumped. Who the hell did Giacomo Conti think he was? One thing she did know—she would make him pay for this.
She smiled to herself. “No, Giacomo, you’re wrong. There’severyreason this has to be unpleasant,” she murmured to herself, throwing back the last of her wine. “And it’s about to getreallyfucking unpleasant.”
Norah drove out to Mountain View the next morning, her heart thumping, almost giddy at the thought of seeing Giacomo. Sebastien noticed the change in her as soon as he saw her.
“What have you been up to?” He tried to get it out of her, but Norah, giggling, wouldn’t tell. He guessed, of course, as soon as Giacomo walked in, his eyes immediately going to Norah. His smile split his face and Norah flushed bright red. Sebastien sniggered, nudged Norah, then disappeared as his boss glared at him. Giacomo took Norah’s hand.
“Come up to my office,Bella.”
As soon as the door was closed behind them, he took her in his arms and kissed her. His kiss was so passionate, and so tender that Norah’s head spun. Breaking away for air, they smiled at each other.
“I am a single man,” he said simply, and she could have cried with happiness when he added, “bBut I hope not to be in the next few minutes. Beautiful Norah, will you be mine?”
“Yes, god,yes.” As he reached behind her and locked the door, she was already reaching for his fly. He slid his hands under her skirt, pulling her panties down as she freed his cock, already huge and engorged, from his pants. He lifted her up, bracing her against the wall, and thrust into her.
“God,Principessa, I have been thinking about this all night. The taste of you and your warm, wet cunt wrapped around my cock …”
Norah kissed him fiercely, wildly turned on by his dirty talk. “Fuck mehard,Giacomo …”
And he did, making her come over and over, muffling her cries with his mouth. He came explosively, pumping his seed deep inside her.
They didn’t get much work done that day, and later, Giacomo took her back to his house and they started over, fucking each other in every different position they could think of. Giacomo moved a mirror so that they could watch themselves screwing, entranced by the sight of his thick, long cock sliding in and out of her red, swollen cunt.
Norah had never known a night like this—wild and uninhibited—he made her feel like a goddess. She had never felt so feminine, or sexy, or so loved. When Giacomo took her from behind, pushing into her ass, she found new realms of pleasure. When he went down on her, she came again and again.
Finally, exhausted and sated, they fell asleep in each other’s arms and Norah already knew she was lost.
She was in love with him.
Tara lay back in her bed and studied Lucian as he got dressed. After an unsatisfactory fuck—her words to him—he was annoyed with her. Tara lit a cigarette.
“What’s she like?”
“Who?”
“Your ex. The bookseller. Your rape victim.”
Lucian shot her a warning look. “That’s not funny.”
Tara shrugged. “Neither is rape. Anyway, tell me. What is she like?”
