Page 49 of Forbidden (Wicked Billionaires #1)

STORM

Two years Later

As I ride my horse along The Hampton beach, I know Lorenzo will give me a lecture. The thing is, I’m far north, and there are less homes up this way. I dislike the Hampton beach horse rules too, and no one is out.

It is just on sunrise, so there should not be a problem.

The caffeine and pastries up the beach, are to die for, and nothing at this hour will get in my way of them. Certainly not spoilt Tabithas, Charlottes or Victorias. Or their wannabe blue blood pals.

As I watch the sun lift over the horizon, I ride bareback, and calmly.

I have done my hour of yoga, trying to get my body back in shape. It is finally starting to work, and I like my full breasts.

Lorenzo like them too, almost as much as our son.

As I slow, and we trot through the shallow water, I think about our recent months of travel.

We visited Rio, Paris, London, Rome, and Barcelona on our honeymoon. Also, several other cities I’ve forgotten how to pronounce perfectly. It was glorious, and healthy.

I loved growing up in a small town, and I am proud to be a small-town girl, but now…

Now, I’m starting to feel more confident in my place in the world. I’m also feeling like a woman of the world. I can still only speak two languages, but I can fly well.

I can also dive, dance several styles, and I can sword fight.

I cook averagely, and my tennis, is terrible.

Some things I can do well, include making my man come, making him cry my name out, and making him take me hard. Just the way I like it.

I am also a good mother, and that is enough for me!

I’ve done one other thing that I’m proud of.

I’ve always been a compassionate animal lover, and I have always tried to protect animals in need. Lorenzo offered me a deal, and I finally agreed to it.

I now donate ten million a year, anonymously, but from our family. The donations go to non-profit organizations involved in protecting bald eagles, orangutans, whales, and large cats including lions, tigers and leopards.

I was even offered seats on two of the non-profit boards, of which I agreed to.

As I head south down the beach, I adjust my day pack. It is full of the best of the best from the bakery, and a mix of healthy and not so.

I lift my sunglasses, stare ahead, and slow.

A figure is jogging ahead, and it is him. I know it instantly, because I know how he moves his body, over me, on me, or behind me.

I nudge my horse on, and gracefully, we canter along the shallow waves. I notice our falcon, Saber, flying over the water near Lorenzo and I beam as I look up at him.

Lorenzo is running shirtless again, and I don’t mind. I do however know, he’ll lecture me about riding down the beach.

I have a good way of dealing with, and resolving our conflicts, and it has worked so far.

Lorenzo will lecture me in the kitchen, as he has done many times. I will bow my head in shame, and look like I’m sorry. Then, turning it on, I’ll use my big brown eyes, and I’ll ask him what a suitable punishment is.

As always, Lorenzo will shake his head, and try not to smile.

He will then tell me, for my own good, I have to be taken from behind. Or, I will have to let him fuck my mouth, and sinful lips.

I really am dreadful, and I must become a better person.

As I ride up to Lorenzo, he stops and catches his breath.

I circle him, and I toss him my day pack. He then does what we’ve done a dozen times, and as I slow near him, he vaults on behind me.

As his oversized cock slides up against my butt, I purr.

“Sleep well?”

“Si, Graci,” I say, before asking, “Voi?”

“Yes, baby.”

As Lorenzo holds my waist, we start down the beach. I start slow, but I soon have us cantering along the soft sand. As Saber streaks over the waves ahead, I see Night run from the dunes.

As we charge down the beach, my husband’s lecture starts. “Darling, most people use a station wagon.”

“I know, honey, but, we aren’t most people. We have a falcon as a pet.”

“There is that,” Lorenzo says, knowing it. “And to think you arrived all sweet, and innocent.”

“That was before you taught me how to fuck.” I say, before peering behind. “And before I became the teacher, not the pupil.”

“Phah!” Lorenzo says. “Just ride.”

As I do, I think of our life together, with our son. I start to melt inside.

Somehow, together, we have grace, perfect balance, and every day I thank the universe, and God for it.

Getting married on the superyacht was an example of our way. It was private, secluded, and not over the top or showy. There was no paparazzi, and there were no journalists.

Just me, Mom, my aunt, plus Madison, Martha, a cousin and Anastasia.

Plus of course, Lorenzo, Night, Saber, and Lorenzo’s closest friends, or who I call The Wicked Bastards.

Dante his lovely Italian billionaire pal, and their other friends, the hotshot actor Ryan Remington, and his brothers, Troy, and Chris.

Naturally Caroline, Ryan’s wife came, and Troy brought his new wife, Zara the fashion designer. They are delightful women, very humble, talented, and extremely unassuming.

Another hotshot friend of Lorenzo’s arrived, but we didn’t get to really talk. Rhett is some big fish in advertising in Manhattan. He’s originally from Texas, and he supposedly owns several top ad agencies.

Lorenzo’s close friends are extremely private, but overall, they’re nice guys. Above all, they are welcoming and protective of me, and us.

As if we’re like some modern tribe, we have each other’s backs.

Even if Lorenzo, technically has no siblings, his close male friends are like a large group of brothers. It makes me feel safe, and it makes me feel loved, even more.

The exotic looking Dante gave a touching speech at our wedding, and I shed a few tears. The Italian billionaire from Tuscany, really is a sweetheart.

How on earth he is still single, is beyond me.

In saying that, the successful fashion tycoon who resides in NYC, is another workaholic, recluse. With no time for fun, or love in his life.

After we return, I feed and water my horse, I then lead it out back. We’re lucky to have a sizable plot of land in The Hamptons, and the horse has its own stable under a large oak.

Our son is returned home by our wonderful nanny, and as I close the door, I look into my boy’s eyes. The other love of my life has my eyes, thankfully. He does not have his father’s often wicked glare. He does, however, have his perfect aristocratic jaw and nose.

I hand our son to Lorenzo, who as always, handles him with care, love and affection.

I devour a fresh pastry and watch my two men.

Lorenzo has become a spectacular father, and like everything he does, he has thrown himself into fatherhood with a rare passion. Like me, he worships our son, and he is protective and gentle.

After experiencing no love or stability in his home life while growing up, Lorenzo has clearly turned it around.

He has created a perfect island of love, respect, safety, dignity, and of perfect stability for us both, our greater family, and our son.

My husband even sings old Italian songs to our child. He does, however, swap the odd word to make them more playful, and at times, naughty.

It’s adorable… like him.

We are yet to name our baby, and we debate names passionately, and daily. We have it down to three names we both love. Jack. Henry, and an Italian name I completely adore.

Armando.

I watch Lorenzo lay our son down, and my heart melts. I walk around them and watch in awe. Finally, Lorenzo turns and looks at me. “Armando.”

Finally!

I leap into his arms, and we hold each other close. We look down as Armando drifts off, then we return to the sun and ocean view.

As we stand and sip fresh coffee, and eat pastries in the kitchen, my husband gets distracted. He drops to his knees, and he peels off my yoga pants.

I go with it. How can I not?

Lorenzo devours me with his powerful tongue, and on our huge wooden floor in the sun, he tongue fucks me over the edge.

After leaving me panting and a mess, he stands, and peels off his shorts. God-like, he looks across the ocean. The wooden floor is warm, and I lay on it, content. “So,” I ask, still catching my breath. “What do we feel like doing today?”

Lorenzo looks down, and he winks. He is getting hard. Iron hard.

“Really?” I ask. “More education?”

My teacher nods as he leans against the kitchen island. He looks down at me, and I pull off my top. I am naked and completely satiated on the floor.

“Today, we should make another baby.” Lorenzo looks completely serious.

I smile, roll over, and I wave my butt slowly at him. I know my teacher will push inside me soon, and I know just how to get him there.

As I eye fuck Lorenzo, I imagine him stretching me wide. That’s when he licks his lips and kneels behind me, his eyes never leaving mine.

Lorenzo coils my hair in his hands, and then he rubs his huge crown against my wet folds.

After Lorenzo comes deep inside me, I hold the love of my life, in my arms. The morning feels glorious, even perfect.

Our fingers are laced again, and we both have a fine film of sweat on our bodies.

“I love you,” I say, looking up, and touching Lorenzo’s perfect jaw.

“And I you, darling.” Lorenzo thumbs my lip, and I feel his thick cock still in me. Also, his cum. With some luck, we will have a daughter this time, and someone who will be my friend for life.

Like Lorenzo.

My man… My lover… And my very wicked teacher.

THE END

If you enjoyed that, and you want to see how Dante educates a virgin in his Tuscan castle in Italy - the next Wicked Billionaire book is called Wicked.