Content warning: This chapter contains nudity and sexual themes. There are even female representing nipples ahead, so if you’re somehow the human embodiment of Tumblr, look away.
The sound of Gina’s voice faded and silence settled over the villa in Monte Vista for a little while. The coffee mugs were still half-full, but long since cold and forgotten as Gina and Enzo got lost in the past. The two of them had settled into one end of the sofa, holding onto each other tightly as though they were the only point that kept them anchored in the present.
Enzo thought she was done, but then she took a breath to continue.
“It would have been great if it ended like that,” she said. “I got my best friend and he got a bloody face, but…”
Unfortunately, that’s not what happened. Gina didn’t see or hear from Doriano for years, but later she learnt what he had been up to since the night she beat him bloody and whatever it was, it made her shake with anger.
“If you’d rather not talk about it…” Enzo said, giving her shoulder a squeeze, but she shook her head.
“No, I can do it but it makes me… angry. You remember that I nearly punched Doriano? Well, that’s because he mentioned Flora.”
Enzo paused, recalling the details of her story.
“Flora… the girl your brother liked?”
Gina nodded. “She’s his fiancée now, so they have a happy ending but before they could get to that… Remember that I said she got a boyfriend while on vacation? Well, guess who that was.”
She took another deep breath, curling her fists tightly to curb the anger and then she finally talked:
“Yeah. Doriano found out that she was crushing on my brother but that she thought he didn’t like her back. He took it upon himself to ‘comfort’ her so he was messing around with her around the time he was fucking me.”
“But after you spread the book around, surely…?”
Gina took a shaky, steadying breath.
“I fucking wish. Flora’s parents are… well, they’re strict people and they sheltered her like crazy. We relied on gossip to spread his dirty work around, but Flora wasn’t in the loop and by the time she found out about it, it was too late. He convinced her to sleep with him by promising that they’d get married and—surprise, surprise—he knocked her up and she got kicked out by her fucking parents.”
Now that she was speaking, it was like she couldn’t stop. The words came in an angry wave and her body tensed up by his. “She worked two jobs to support herself and her boy, Gabriele, and when she tried to get child support, Doriano’s daddy sent his lawyers after her. They paid her a little bit of cash to make her go away and that was it. Because of her shitty fucking parents, she thought she deserved it. Thought it was her that seduced Doriano and therefore he wasn’t to blame. When in reality he—” Her voice broke. “He used her. He used all of us.”
Enzo pulled her tighter.
“I’m sorry,” he murmured. “Gina, I’m so sorry. If it’s any consolation, I think you broke his nose severely enough that he needed plastic surgery.”
She turned to look at him and blinked. There was a hint of a grin on her face.
“Yes, he went missing for a while in his teenage years and when he appeared again he had changed schools. There were all kinds of rumours and Lia swears she saw him with his whole face covered in bandages.”
She put her head on his shoulder and nuzzled close with a contented sigh.
“I’m sorry,” he said.
“Don’t worry about it. It was years ago.”
“No, I mean I’m sorry that… that I’m the reason he got to you.”
Gina lifted her head and looked him square in the eyes. “Don’t.”
“You’re already blaming yourself for so much shit. Please don’t add this to the pile.” Before he could protest again, she repeated with emphasis: “Don’t.”
He ran an exasperated hand through his hair. This wasn’t the first time he had trouble explaining himself to others. Lorenzo always insisted that he blamed himself too much, but Enzo didn’t see how he couldn’t blame himself.
“If it hadn’t been for me…”
“He would have gotten to me anyway. If you didn’t already realise, I have a bit of a temper and that was one of the weaknesses he’d written down for me. As much as I hate him, I admit he’s good at what he does.”
“Okay,” he said.
She smiled. “You’re going to blame yourself no matter what I say, aren’t you?”
“I care about you and you were hurt by my actions. What do you expect?”
Gina shook her head. “Silly man.”
Then she turned her eyes to meet his and his breath caught. While they were talking, he hadn’t been thinking about how close she were, but now he was painfully aware. Her slim frame was pressed up against his in the sofa and her lips were an easy distance away. The kiss—kisses, really—they had shared earlier came to mind.
One corner of Gina’s mouth quirked into a smile.
“So,” she said, “do you need to get going with the painting?”
No, he almost said. He wanted to stay right where he was, to taste her kiss again, to take it even further… but he steeled himself.
“That’s probably a good idea.”
A flicker of disappointment passed over her face and her eyes grew distant again. The warm, longing looks were but a memory.
“Right, let’s make arrangements, then.”
They stood and she turned to walk away. The weight of the guilt on his shoulders seemed to get heavier each second. It didn’t matter how he tried, he always ended up hurting people.
“Well then?” she asked, looking back over her shoulder. “Shall we?”
He could tell that she was trying to remain neutral, but all of her telegraphed the hurt he was causing. It was the very thing that had always drawn him to her. No other people he knew were this openly and obviously emotional. And he couldn’t leave her, not like this.
He caught her around the shoulders and drew her close. The gesture surprised him as much as it did her.
“I feel terrible,” he said.
“I told you: stop feeling guilty about what Doriano—”
“No, not that.”
His thumbs that rested on her shoulders stroked the skin and he let the tip of one follow the lines of her tattoos. Gina sighed impatiently.
“Well you feel guilty for every fucking thing that’s ever happened, so it’s a little hard to figure out what it is this time.”
Enzo smiled despite the turmoil in his mind. He was still mindlessly stroking the soft, warm skin of her shoulders and at the same time he was moving closer, lightly cocking his head, pulling her near.
“I feel guilty for coming here,” he said, “when I knew what would happen. I feel even more guilty for not leaving.”
Gina’s demeanour changed abruptly and she let out a soft: “Oh.”
His hand trailed down her arm, the one that was covered in leaves and flowers of ink. Even though his hand was steady, his stomach was doing violent flips as a mixture of fear and desire coursed through him.
“Did you come here to lead me astray?” Gina had recovered her composure and she stepped close enough that he could feel the warmth from her body through his shirt.
Enzo laughed. “I wouldn’t dare, I’m a respectable man.”
“Right,” she said with a snort. “So attempted car theft, breaking and entering, hiring an art thief… that’s what a respectable man does?”
Gina moved to press small, delicate kisses to his neck. He struggled to speak again.
“Sounds pretty respectable to me.”
“If you’re so respectable, shouldn’t you leave?”
Instead of being the man he should be, Enzo drew her close and kissed her. He was careful at first, tasting, testing, but as he felt her mouth responding, he deepened the kiss. At the same time, he allowed his hands to explore the curve of her back and her waist. They came up for breath for a moment and her eyes, lit by the firelight and lust, met his. He briefly wondered if she knew how beautiful she was when her emotions ran wild and no more than when she looked like she wanted to eat him up.
“I was never going to leave,” he said, stroking her cheek with a shaky hand.
“I know,” she said. “You were determined to lead me astray.”
Enzo laughed. “I still don’t think I’m the one who’s—”
Gina shut him up with a kiss that pulled at something deep in his abdomen. His breathing grew more laboured with each touch of her lips. He had barely noticed that she had started nudging him backwards, towards a door at the side of the room.
He glanced back and was about to ask if it was her bedroom when she slipped off her top and his breath caught.
Gina had him free of his T-shirt in a swift motion and then she pushed him up against the door and explored the skin of his chest with her hands, then her lips.
“You’re so gorgeous,” she murmured against his skin.
She paused then, thoughtfully tracing lines in his chest. Enzo lifted her chin with a finger.
“What is it?” he whispered.
“It’s just…” Gina raised her eyes and looked at him. “You said you’re in love with me.”
He encircled her in his arms and nodded. “I am.”
Another pause. A deep breath. She stroked his cheek and said:
“I’m in love with you, too. I swear I fucking hated you two weeks ago and now… I have no idea what happened.”
Enzo took her mouth again as a wave of emotion crashed into him and took him away. The strength of the kiss took her by surprise and his lip broke on her teeth, giving the kiss a tinge of blood. It didn’t matter. Nothing but Gina and her body and soft moans of pleasure mattered anymore. Even the ever present knot of guilt in his stomach loosened and became insignificant.
Gina opened the door to her bedroom and dragged him over the threshold. At the same time, her hands started on the buttons of his trousers and then she snuck one hand down and… he drew in a sharp breath.
Only when Gina laughed did he realise he said it out loud.
“My gorgeous, blue-eyed rich boy,” she whispered. “Oh, the things I’m going to do to you tonight.”
She kissed him hard, never taking her hand away, and the kisses only became clumsier and more passionate as the pleasure mounted. Finally, she undressed him fully, shed her own clothes and dragged him to the bed while still kissing him, still biting his lip, still making him dizzy with every touch.
They starting exploring each other, testing the other’s skin, seeking new ways to elicit moans of ecstasy. Many times the exploration led to accidently tickling the other and they bumped heads when she fumbled for a condom. Enzo had never laughed this much while making love but it came naturally with Gina. They were shaking with laughter until they got it right and then… then it was so right.
All sounds apart from her breathing and her gasps faded. Her fingers wove into his hair and her body curled around his. He tried counting the times they made love, but as the night wore on he lost count.
Late at night, when they stopped—more due to exhaustion than satiation—she nearly immediately nodded off in his arms. She coiled up like a cat with a sweet smile on her face.
Enzo couldn’t sleep, but for once it wasn’t dark thoughts or guilt that kept him up. It was simply that he wanted a chance to look at her. He stroked her hair and found himself amazed at the strength of his feelings. He barely ever felt anything but tired, but it was so different with her.
He loved her.
The thought came suddenly, unbidden, into his mind. He knew it was the hormones that still flooded his system. They hadn’t known each other long enough for that, it was too soon, but still it kept ringing in his mind and it felt more and more true.
I love you.
And maybe it was just hormones, but he still drew her a little closer and let the love wash over him.
Author’s note: Hi guys! And welcome to the chapter that I’ve probably rewritten the most. Like. I think I have ten version of this in various documents on my computer. I’ve also retaken the pictures twice and I have an unreasonable number of sex pics lying around, considering I ended up using three naked pics. So there you are. Fun fact: I wasn’t actually going to have any nipple in there, but then Jowita said that at this rate, I’ll never do what she did for her character Hailey. So I decided against cutting out the nips. I mean, I’m still so far from all the lewd pics she’s posted, but baby steps. 😉 Strangely enough, I don’t feel so worried about it this time. The hard part – having my boyfriend beta-reading my smut – is over, so this is just like… eh. Let’s face it, if you read Jowita and Audrey’s stuff (which you should), you’ve already seen this level of pixel nudity.
Another thing I meant to talk about is that I’ve started editing my pictures a little more with a neat piece of software I bought (Affinity Photo. I already have Affinity Designer – they’re super great programs and nowhere near as expensive as Photoshop). This of course means I spend more time on them, so if you see a reduction in the number of photos in the chapters, that’s why. Hope that’s acceptable.
I think that’s it from me for now. As you guys may have noticed, I’ve been late to reading and replying these past couple of Saturdays, and today is probably going to be the same. We’ll have a long drive back and forth to my parents’, and I prefer just waiting until I’m home to read your chapters. Anywayyyy, I hope everyone has a grand old time and I’ll see you in the next post.