The Italian's Innocent Mistress

Chapter Thirteen.

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Ring, ring, ring, ring.

The phone rang loudly.

Leonardo was busy ignoring the incessant ringing, lowered his head crushing Bellissa's lips beneath his, mimicking the movement with the rocking of his hips.

The insistent ringing was a far away cry at the overwhelming prowess of Leonardo's sensual skills.
Moment later, the phone kept ringing each time sounded louder than the last. Not being able to ignore it anymore, she tore her lips from his, squirming to regain the little composure.

"Let it rings," Leonardo murmured huskily, "don't think just feel the pleasure, cara." Leonardo claimed her mouth once again even as he reached to caress the tips of her ultra-sensitive breasts.

Ring, ring, ring, ring.

She wrenched her mouth from his.

"Pick it up. It may be important.

Leonardo lifted himself on top of Bellissa, expletives curses uttered as he walked to the irritating phone." There followed a torrent of French, or was it Spanish? in low-pitched voice a brief silence followed again by barking orders.

Oh God! After the minutes of being free from Leonardo's bewitching hands, the haze of lust and madness starting to wear off, Bellissa was shaken, and the reality come crashing brutally at her. The man doesn't love her. This was just meaningless sex. More of the prior foreplay ready to copulate between lusty animals. Dear heaven! She'd allowed Leonardo to touch her as no one else had ever done, and yet it had felt right, oh, so pleasurably right.

Grabbing the sheet and clutching it hardly, covering her body to hide the little dignity she was left of with. She wanted to die at that moment, vanishing to anywhere not standing here watching Leonardo eying her like the whore he thought she was.

"Stay away from me, Leonardo," Bellissa warned.

"What did I miss?" he made an involuntary movement towards her.

She backed away. "I mean it. Don't come near me."

"Don't be ridiculous." His mocking grin made her grit her teeth. 'I'm not blind, cara, I have visible evidence that I turn you on." His eyes settled on the still hard peaks of her nipples straining against the silky sheet. "You want me as much as I want you- what's the point in denying the passion your body so clearly craves?"

She steeled the little pride, was left with. "My body may react to your undoubted skills, but my heart and mind reject you. Look, I don't have the experience to fight men like you. She tried to laugh but it died as swiftly as it had come, leaving the bitter tang of embarrassment in its wake. "I'm a complete pushover when it comes to your sophisticated type of seduction, I admit that." She rushed out. "You can't keep blackmailing me to be your whore."

For a moment or two the silence vibrated like a living presence in the room as they stood motionless, staring into each other's eyes. She watched the way his eyes darkened and felt the sudden tension in him. Any minute now he would obliterate her with his cruel comments. He had a cruel tongue and would no doubt use it unsparingly. Being unable to stand the swirling of smoldering rage in his eyes, she bolted off to the bathroom and locked the door. She breathed out a sigh of relief, slumping on the door. What on earth was she thinking? It was too awful to contemplate. He called her a whore and yet she had welcomed him into her bed, behaved like a real whore! She choked back hysterical laugh