Scandalous Heroes Box Set (14 page)

“You what? Made it up to me? What are you saying?”

He smiled at her. “You have an interview. Catalina and Marietta will interview you. Tomorrow morning.”

“What! What?” she sat upright. Renaldo grinned at her. “Are you for real? I have an interview?”

“
Sì.
I am real,” he said.

She glorified briefly in the wonderful news before she attacked him with kisses. He grunted when she landed on his chest. She laughed out loud and was rolled back underneath him. “I’ve done nothing. I merely asked the question. They want to interview you. You are worthy,” he said.

“And you are my hero,” she grinned.

He touched her cheek with something akin to sadness in his eyes. “I will miss you, shoe maker,” he said.

“Miss me? What do you mean?” Kyra asked.

“In a few days I leave. We return to Sorrento. Paris is a long way from Sorrento,” he smiled.

Kyra hadn’t thought about their goodbye. When she secured the job in Paris, it would not make her closer to Renaldo. And in his line of work she doubted their paths would cross frequently. “I guess we need to make the best of our time together.” She kissed his chin and then his neck.

“That feels good,” he said.

Her head lifted. She looked up at him and his brow arched. “
Vorrei fare l’amore con te.
I say to you. I want to make love to you,
” he said.

“Love?” she arched a brow.

“When I taste a woman, and I want more, it’s because of love,” Renaldo smiled.

Kyra smiled. “Taste me then,” she said.

The side of his face rested against his palm. His elbow was propped on his pillow. “Touch yourself. For me,” he yanked the covers down to reveal her body.

His gaze fixed on her breasts. “I want to know everything that pleases you.”

“Okay,” she exhaled. At that moment she’d say anything. The request was so stimulating and sexy she ached to please him, which would please her in return. She eased her hand down her stomach to her sex. She parted the lips of her pussy with her thumb and middle finger. She used her index finger to slowly rub her clitoris. The soft way she touched herself sent a trail of heat through her pussy. Spirals of sexual pleasure tingled up and through her pelvis. Kyra dragged in slow and steady breaths. She liked the idea of him watching.

That strange little murmur of surrender she wanted to suppress until truly deserved escaped her mouth. She slipped her fingers lower and speared her core. She eased in another finger, stroking two in and out. Her breasts rose in a sharp angle as she drew in a deep strained breath. His mouth covered a nipple with wet heat as his tongue swirled in the same motion over her nipple as her finger toyed with her clit. Kyra’s head dropped further back and she masturbated for release. Both her fingers pumped in and out with continual frequency. She heard a groan of excitement and thought it was Renaldo. It was indeed him. And she smiled.

Renaldo released her nipple.

“What… will you… do?” she asked. “Watch? Or join… me?”

He grabbed her hand. Kyra’s eyes flashed open. He brought her two slick and wet fingers up to his mouth. He tasted the sweetness of her juices and then sucked them both clean. “I love the way you taste,” he said.

Something lustful and intense flashed in the beautiful topaz color of his irises like the flames of a winter fire. “Feed me,
cara
,” he said. She was brought to his lap and turned facing his footboard. Renaldo brought her pussy directly up to his face. Kyra tried to unbuckle his pants and ease down his zipper but her hands trembled. The deep swipes of his tongue up and down her pussy sent shivers of pleasure through her body to the distended peeks of her nipples. Finally she was able to uncoil his dick out from behind his zipper and bring the bulbous cock head to her lips. Her mouth covered and then sank down on him. She gagged. Renaldo wasn’t average. He was unusually thick and long. At this angle she could barely feed the head of his cock into her mouth let alone several inches down her throat as she had before.

Kyra groaned.

Pleasure and intensity had reached a fevered pitch. He sucked hard on her clit, an unrelenting pull of the tender knot of pleasure. Heat and need throbbed in her pussy. She ignored it. She relaxed her jaw and tongue to take another inch of his cock into her mouth. She used both hands to stroke up and down his shaft. The tips of her breasts crushed into his abdomen as she backed her ass and pussy against his face. All the while she kept sucking.

Still the pleasure of the wicked forays of his tongue made her clumsy in her efforts. To stem arousal she pressed her pussy down on his face hard. A bad move. He got more excited and started to do little swirls and licks with his tongue and each sent spasms of pleasure fast, deeper and deeper inside of her. Soon he would have succeeded in melting her pussy walls.

Kyra dragged her mouth from his cock and gasped for air.
“Rallenti!”
she cried out. Begging him to ease up on her. It was too late. She climaxed with one hot gush of pleasure. Renaldo lapped up her essence as if it were the milk of life. Kyra weakly tried to suck his cock, but she shivered too badly. He then lifted her from his face and guided her to his dick.

“Condom,” she wheezed.

He grunted and agreed. It gave her a short reprieve. She crawled away from him and tried to catch her breath.

“Are you mine?” he asked.

“Y-y-yes,” she replied in a wheezy voice. She’d say anything at this point if he just gave her a minute to regain control.

When he tasted her he imprinted the musky perfume of her pussy on his brain. Now he’d take his time and brand the feel, touch, and sensation of her loveliness as he drove himself deep into her core on his soul. Need spiraled tighter and tighter around his cock as he guided the head of his dick to her hole. Kyra gripped the edge of the bed. She bowed her head and put enough dip in her back to make her cherry pussy all the more open to him. His thickness slammed into her tightness and she cried out. Mindful of giving her pleasure not pain he slowly screwed his dick deeper and deeper. Her pussy walls loosened for the push.
Oh yes!
It was the push he enjoyed the most.

They both groaned.

The beating of her heart pulsed in her pussy. He could feel her vitality and strength in her tight pussy walls as he pumped his hips and began to fuck her. Renaldo closed his eyes and dropped his head back. He held to her hips, driving himself in and out. She was a dream. He’d done everything in his power to conclude business early. He’d even violated his oath and paid a visit to the women as they dined for breakfast to ask for Kyra’s interview. Because she was… something… someone… he couldn’t deny. And he was falling.

“Harder!” she cried out when his pacing slowed.

Surprised, Renaldo smiled and complied.

She rocked against him, pushed her hips back into him. He released the last of his restraint and began to fuck and ram his cock into her wild and free. Kyra’s breaths shortened to strained rasps. He could see his might rise and fall in his chest as he drew in deep breaths through his flared nostrils. The softer and more pliable her pussy was the more his arousal grew in intensity.

“Yes! Yes!” she cheered. A woman who could take his cock and own it. 

“Mmmmm!” he groaned. He shuddered through a hard climatic release and was disappointed. He certainly wanted to take it further, but few women gave him the freedom to ride that wave without begging for mercy. Kyra had abandoned the safe word and claimed him as her own. Together they collapsed on the mattress. Renaldo eased out of her and she hissed over the separation. He padded across the carpeted floor to the bathroom. He removed the condom and flushed it down the toilet. He washed his hands in the sink and then he found a washcloth, lathered it and cleaned his dick. After rinsing the washcloth and lathering it again he returned to the room to clean his woman, to care for her. If it were his home he’d change the sheets so they could avoid the wet spots and she’d lay with him in comfort. His compulsive tendencies were a direct result of his rigid upbringing in the orphanage. A nunnery funded by the charity of the Catholic Church taught him routine and discipline as a kid. The Battaglias taught him how to turn that discipline toward brotherhood. He had come a long way since those days. But not much had changed. He still owned nothing, not even his son. Left to his wife’s mother to raise when his young wife died in childbirth, he existed with few pleasures. He called her mom because she too was the closest thing he had to family. Kyra was new territory.

“Mmm,” she moaned. He lifted Kyra and turned her on the bed. She was limp with exhaustion. He feared he’d hurt her by the way she shivered. But the satisfied smile on her face said different.

“Breakfast?” he whispered in her ear. “I want to feed you. Take care of you.” With Kyra his English improved. He spoke it every chance he could.

“Yes, feed me. I’m starving,” she smiled.

Renaldo drew the sheet up around her. He picked up the phone and called housekeeping for fresh towels and linens. Then he ordered everything on the breakfast menu. She could choose her delight.

When he returned to the room Kyra was wide-awake. She sat up against the pillows grinning at him. He paused at how young and vulnerable she looked without makeup and clothing. He had the urge to check her identification to make sure she was indeed twenty-three. Her bangs were matted to her damp forehead and her chin length bob was tangled and messy. But her breasts were remarkable.

He loved her skin. Nipples. How beautiful her body was against his. Traditionally he wanted a Sicilian woman to be the mother of his kids. His first wife was his soul. But she died too young. Now he was a part time father. He’d been looking for a mother for his son at every turn. Kyra was not what he envisioned, but he couldn’t help but think of the possibilities.

“Why are you staring at me like that?” she chuckled. “All you do is stare at me.”

“Does it offend?” he asked.

“Come here,” she extended her hand. Renaldo went to the bed. He removed his robe and neatly folded it on the edge of the bed before joining her. Kyra scooted in close to him. “I’m so excited. An interview with Catalina Battaglia is going to change my life. I can’t thank you enough.”

“Do you wish to move, from New York?” he asked.

“Sure, I do. I can live anywhere. My family… well they don’t think I’m doing the right thing. So they aren’t close with me anymore,” she said with a hint of sadness.

“Because they wish you to be doctor? Not a shoe maker?” he asked.

“Yes. They wish it,” she replied. “I wish something else.”

“What do you believe?”

“About what?” she asked.

“About… marriage… kids?” he asked.

She stilled. She glanced up at him. “I’m only twenty-three!” she laughed.

He nodded. “Many women marry younger,” he said.

“True. I want a family. Five kids. A husband, and a great big house with two, no four closets of shoes,” she giggled. “But I won’t start working on that until I’m twenty-seven or eight. I have my career goals first.”

Her reply stung. He held back from telling her so. Of course he’d just met her. And it was ridiculous to think she felt anything for him so soon. But a woman who appreciated the values he did, it was a greater turn-on than one who would just share his bed. He looked down at Kyra. She cozied up to him. Her hand eased down his chest and went to his cock to stroke him with soft pulls. He may be strong, and all man, but even he couldn’t get his dick to rise again so soon after what she put him through.

“Family is important, Kyra. You should try to work hard on your problems with your parents. Never give up.”

She stopped her touching. She glanced up at him. “I will. What’s wrong?”

He smiled. “I want you to be happy, shoe maker.”

“I am. Right now,” she said.

He kissed her forehead.  “And the man who gives you five babies, and closets for shoes, if he ever fails on his job—”

The bell rang at the door. He hesitated. He wanted to finish his thought. Tell her if any man fails her he’d be there. All she had to do was ask. But she stared up at him with those round brown eyes of hers and he couldn’t make that vow. He didn’t want any man to give her babies, and protect her dreams. He wished to be that man.

The bell rang to the suite again. “Breakfast,” he said. He eased from her and reached for his robe.

Kyra watched him go. She drew her legs up and wrapped her arms around them both. She pressed her smile into the top of her knees. What she really needed to do was to get home and prepare for her big day tomorrow. Rehearse with Jamie. But being with Renaldo was too nice to turn away from.

Renaldo wheeled in one cart and the wait staff wheeled in four others. Kyra leaned forward and straightened her legs out. Five carts were brought in and surrounded the bed. The staff began to lift the dome covers to reveal waffles, pancakes, fruit, breakfast meat, omelets of all kinds, potatoes and egg scrambles, cheese sandwiches, juice, coffee and milk. Renaldo signed the receipt and walked the servers out. Kyra lowered her sheet and crawled to one plate but couldn’t decide which she wanted.

“Oh my gosh!” she exclaimed when he returned to the room. “All of this for me?”

“I didn’t know what you prefer,” he said. He found an opening between breakfast carts and climbed on the bed. He grabbed some fruit on a plate and scooted backward.

“Mmm! Yummy! I haven’t eaten this good since I left home!” she groaned. She cut him a sideways look. “Oh, don’t think I can’t cook. My mama trained me well. Just don’t feel the need to with it being just me.”

He smiled at her.

Kyra stopped stuffing her mouth She chewed and swallowed.

“So are you and your son’s mother… ah, close?”

“Close?” he frowned.

“I mean do you still hook up, date, get together,” Kyra asked and tried to be casual about it.

“She’s dead. She was my wife and she died very young.” Renaldo replied. “We were both very young, only seventeen.”

Kyra stopped chewing. “For real? Wow.”