Page 66 of His Beautiful Revenge
“Then we’ll deal with whatever comes along. Whatever comes along, Zulika. I love you. Ferma loves you. We are a family.”
Zulika realized then that, although she wanted Norah here, both she and her friend now had their person, the love of their lives who would support them and, in turn, who they could lean on. Norah had Giacomo and she had Orlando. Zulika stroked his face now.
“Thank you, my darling. Thank you.”
Giacomo had come from a lunch with his father and his mood was bleak. Although he had suspected some reticence on his father’s part about his forthcoming marriage, he hadn’t realized the depth of his dad’s doubts about Norah.
“I don’t understand where she came from,” Enrico Conti had told his son. “First she is just the girlfriend of Tara’s lover, then she is suddenly your fiancée?”
Giacomo had fixed his father with a cold look. “After everything Norah has been through, you think she has ulterior motives?Really, Papa? You met her—her loyalty, her love, and her sweet nature shine out from her. How can you think like that when you never once accused –Tara—who at this point, might be amurderer—of the same thing?”
His father waved a hand. “I don’t believe that for a second and besides, Tara is from our world.”
“And what world is that?”
“Wealth. Status. Breeding.”
Giacomo pushed his chair back, making a disgusted noise. “Norah is the classiest person I know, Papa, and very soon, she’ll be my wife. Do you honestly think money matters to her?”
“It matters to everyone.”
Giacomo was still thinking of his father’s words as he drove back from Florence. Switching the engine off, he sat in the car for a long moment, trying to get rid of the tension in his shoulders. It was early evening and dusk was beginning to fall. The villa was lit, soft, warm light coming from a few of the windows. At the perimeter of the grounds, he could see his security guards keeping vigilance. In the evenings, his staff would go back to their own homes after dinner and he and Norah would have the place to themselves.
Norah …even thinking her name made the tightness in his chest ease, replaced with a certainty. The certainty of love and of destiny. She was his future and no one would ever come between them again.
He got out of the car and went into his home. The villa was quiet, but as he turned into the hallway, the huge staircase to the second floor in front of him, he saw her. She had lit candles and placed them all the way up the staircase, and now she sat, clothed in a simple white dress, her long, dark hair pulled over one shoulder.
“Buonasera, il mio amore.”
“Hello, Giacomo. I’ve been waiting for you.”
Norah sat up and slowly spread her legs, pulling up the dress to reveal that she was naked beneath. A smile spread across Giacomo’s face.
“You’ve been given an all-clear?”
“Oh, yes …now, hush that beautiful mouth of yours, come over here, and fuck me senseless, Giacomo Conti.”
He laughed, tugging at his tie, and went to her, his mouth seeking hers. Her fingers knotted in his dark curls. “God, I missed you,Bella.”
Her hands were at his fly and suddenly all he could think about was being inside of her, taking her right there, his instincts animal and feral. He pushed up her dress, tugged her legs around his waist, and plunged into her, his hands pinning hers back against the staircase as they fucked, and his cock plunging deep with every stroke, their eyes locked on the others.
“God, I love you, Giacomo Conti …yes …yes …harder, please, harder…”
Her soft voice spurred him on, his hips slamming against hers, all reason and sense leaving them as they clawed and pulled each other’s hair, their lips rough against the other’s skin. Giacomo gave a long groan as he came, his cock shooting hot cum deep into Norah’s belly as she shivered and moaned. He didn’t let her rest, scooping her up and carrying her to their bed. Ripping the cotton dress from her shoulders, he kissed every inch of her skin before flipping her onto her stomach and entering her from behind. He bit down on her shoulder as he fucked her and she cried out with pleasure, his cock filling her. She felt unbearably sensitive as it plunged deep inside her cunt. God, he wanted her in every way, all day, all night,.His rough hands on her soft skin and the sound of her gasps and moans in his ears. Giacomo lost himself in her, fucking her until her cunt swelled and throbbed, then he pushed into her ass, feeling the tightness of her on his cock. Norah called his name over and over, smiling up at him, encouraging him to cum on her skin, and moaning with desire as he shot his seed onto her belly.
“I love you so much,” she whispered as he fucked her for the fifth time, her velvety cunt enveloping his cock once again.
“Ti amo,” he said, with all the feeling inside him. “Ti amerò per sempre,Norah Reddy.Per sempre.” I’ll love you forever.
Afterward, she fell asleep in his arms and Giacomo buried his face in her hair, breathing her in. How had he lived before Norah? He couldn’t fathom it.
Sleep found him quickly, as he was exhausted from lovemaking, but it was an uneasy sleep. The nightmares began almost immediately.
Their wedding. Thousands of white flowers bedecking the terrace at the villa and all of their friends and family gathered to celebrate them. Norah was an angel in white and her eyes were glued to him, her smile full of joy. She walked down the aisle on Orlando’s arm and had almost reached them when Giacomo felt a cold breeze sweep over him and clouds go across the sun. As Norah approached where Giacomo was waiting, a figure stepped between them. In horror, Giacomo watched as the figure pressed a gun to Norah’s belly and fired repeatedly. At first, she didn’t react, and Orlando seemed not to notice the shooter, but he dropped Norah’s arm and stepped away. Then there was no-one there except Norah and Giacomo. He tried to go to her, but he couldn’t move, and as he watched, spots of red appeared on her wedding dress. Norah looked confused as the blood began to pour from her wounds. She looked at Giacomo. “But I’m pregnant,” she said softly, “I have a daughter …Ferma …Ferma, our daughter …why would anyone do this?”
She crumpled to the floor and the scene was suddenly awash with a wave of blood. All Giacomo could do was open his mouth and scream and all he could taste was death …
“Giacomo! Giacomo! Stop …stop …it’s okay. It was just a dream. Stop. You’re hurting me,stop…”
