remain here as my mistress until the princess appears?”
She would surely hear from her cousin in the morning. Mia knew she would soon regret it, but she could not refuse the chance to spend even one more night with Vittorio. She would simply have to remember to continue to hate him. To remember that he brought her here to punish her for lying to him. She would need to take what she wanted from him—hot sex and a holiday—and be ready to leave when the time came.
“Yes. I agree.”
Vittorio cradled Mia in his arms. She rested her head on his shoulder and he gently kissed the top of her head. He still hated her for what she had done. For lying to him. For pretending to be the woman he wanted to marry.
But as he carried her into the bedroom, he was afraid he was beginning to like the woman he was coming to know. She was smart and quick. Warm and loyal to her family, even to a cousin who had used her often for her own purposes.
They would be using each other now, aware that there was no future in this coupling. They would have to take pleasure together while they could. And there would be pleasure. They both knew that.
Vittorio set Mia on the floor beside the bed, letting their bodies slide against each other as he lowered her. He was already hard for her. He almost lost it when her tongue darted out to moisten her lips.
“I’m new at this mistress thing,” she said, her chin lifted, her voice sharp. “Do I wait for your commands, oh mighty prince? Can I take some initiative and, for example, unbutton this shirt and slip it from your shoulders? Or do you like to take the first step?”
He would die if he could not have her hands on him again. Soon. “I have noticed you have quite a mouth on you when you are uneasy.”
“I have a right to be nervous. You’ve probably had dozens of mistresses, but this is a first for me.”
“You over-estimate my mistress history,” he replied. “Let us not worry about the past. And not think about the future.” He took her hands, kissed the tips of her fingers and then placed them on the front of his shirt, over the buttons of which she’d been speaking. “Let us simply enjoy the moment we are in right now.”
Her fingers were warm where they brushed his skin as she slipped the buttons from their holes. He pushed back the surprising sense of urgency that rose within him. He didn’t want to rush this night of sex with Mia. For all he knew, Princess Birgitte was on a plane right now, headed for Mezzano. Vittorio realized he wasn’t all that anxious for her to arrive. He wanted more time with Mia.
She finished unbuttoning his shirt and his body hardened even more when she slipped her slender hands beneath the fabric, ran them up his chest and over his shoulders to push the shirt off of him. He was hard as iron behind his zipper.
“I imagine a mistress is supposed to compliment you often,” Mia said. She ran her hands over his chest again. “Oh, Your Highness, you are so hard. So hot.” She reached for his belt. “Let me take these trousers off of you and see how hard and hot you are down here.”
“Mia…” He didn’t want her like this. He didn’t want a reminder that she wasn’t here of her own free will. Not completely. Not like the last time.
She unbuckled his belt, unfastened his trousers and slowly lowered the zipper. He hissed when she reached into his underwear and released him. His trousers puddled around his ankles.
“I’d forgotten how big you are, Your Highness.” Her voice was still sassy, but he told himself there was a breathiness that hadn’t been there a moment before.
“Mia…” he growled. He didn’t like her acting this way. If they hadn’t had that night together before, he might not know the difference, but he could tell she was once again playing a part. Speaking the words she thought he wanted to hear.
She dropped to her knees before him, took him in her hands. “This is what mistresses do, isn’t it?” She
She would surely hear from her cousin in the morning. Mia knew she would soon regret it, but she could not refuse the chance to spend even one more night with Vittorio. She would simply have to remember to continue to hate him. To remember that he brought her here to punish her for lying to him. She would need to take what she wanted from him—hot sex and a holiday—and be ready to leave when the time came.
“Yes. I agree.”
Vittorio cradled Mia in his arms. She rested her head on his shoulder and he gently kissed the top of her head. He still hated her for what she had done. For lying to him. For pretending to be the woman he wanted to marry.
But as he carried her into the bedroom, he was afraid he was beginning to like the woman he was coming to know. She was smart and quick. Warm and loyal to her family, even to a cousin who had used her often for her own purposes.
They would be using each other now, aware that there was no future in this coupling. They would have to take pleasure together while they could. And there would be pleasure. They both knew that.
Vittorio set Mia on the floor beside the bed, letting their bodies slide against each other as he lowered her. He was already hard for her. He almost lost it when her tongue darted out to moisten her lips.
“I’m new at this mistress thing,” she said, her chin lifted, her voice sharp. “Do I wait for your commands, oh mighty prince? Can I take some initiative and, for example, unbutton this shirt and slip it from your shoulders? Or do you like to take the first step?”
He would die if he could not have her hands on him again. Soon. “I have noticed you have quite a mouth on you when you are uneasy.”
“I have a right to be nervous. You’ve probably had dozens of mistresses, but this is a first for me.”
“You over-estimate my mistress history,” he replied. “Let us not worry about the past. And not think about the future.” He took her hands, kissed the tips of her fingers and then placed them on the front of his shirt, over the buttons of which she’d been speaking. “Let us simply enjoy the moment we are in right now.”
Her fingers were warm where they brushed his skin as she slipped the buttons from their holes. He pushed back the surprising sense of urgency that rose within him. He didn’t want to rush this night of sex with Mia. For all he knew, Princess Birgitte was on a plane right now, headed for Mezzano. Vittorio realized he wasn’t all that anxious for her to arrive. He wanted more time with Mia.
She finished unbuttoning his shirt and his body hardened even more when she slipped her slender hands beneath the fabric, ran them up his chest and over his shoulders to push the shirt off of him. He was hard as iron behind his zipper.
“I imagine a mistress is supposed to compliment you often,” Mia said. She ran her hands over his chest again. “Oh, Your Highness, you are so hard. So hot.” She reached for his belt. “Let me take these trousers off of you and see how hard and hot you are down here.”
“Mia…” He didn’t want her like this. He didn’t want a reminder that she wasn’t here of her own free will. Not completely. Not like the last time.
She unbuckled his belt, unfastened his trousers and slowly lowered the zipper. He hissed when she reached into his underwear and released him. His trousers puddled around his ankles.
“I’d forgotten how big you are, Your Highness.” Her voice was still sassy, but he told himself there was a breathiness that hadn’t been there a moment before.
“Mia…” he growled. He didn’t like her acting this way. If they hadn’t had that night together before, he might not know the difference, but he could tell she was once again playing a part. Speaking the words she thought he wanted to hear.
She dropped to her knees before him, took him in her hands. “This is what mistresses do, isn’t it?” She
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