His Christmas List: – Naughty Stories For Your Stocking
His Christmas List: BRUNETTI: Chapter 3

Saturday night.

The line to Esotico is long, and I’m here under sufferance, but Allegra is meeting her speed date, and who am I to rain on the parade? We shuffle forward in the line and I scroll on my phone. “I thought he would have called me today.” I murmur.

“You’re seeing him tomorrow for a fucking family lunch. Calm down, clinger.”

“Yeah, you’re right.” I put my phone back into my bag. “This guy has me acting crazy.” We shuffle forward in the line some more and a blacked-out car pulls up. A group of men get out. “Is that his friends?”

“Don’t know.” Allegra studies them and then the last man gets out before the car pulls away. “Oh yes, look, there’s the Valentino.”

I giggle. “I love how you call him ‘the Valentino.’” I crane my neck to see if my Bruno is here too.

“He would be a Valentino, though, wouldn’t he? The name just suits him,” she whispers as we watch him walk up the stairs. He has an aura around him that screams confident power. “Seriously,” she whispers, “how can any man be so hot?”

“I don’t know.” My eyes linger on the fine specimen. The doorman unhooks the red rope and they walk straight through. “What do you reckon they do that made the girl say that they run the illegal part of Italy?”

“Put it this way.” She twists her lips as she thinks. “I’m guessing it’s not speeding fines.”

“Hmm.”

“Honestly, I don’t know why you’re pursuing this thing with Dante; you already know it’s going to end badly.”

“Admittedly, the first night I met him here, I did think that, but since the speed-dating thing, I think he’s not as bad as I first thought. Maybe he’s just friends with the bad ones.” I shrug. “Guilty by association kind of thing, and besides, we don’t know that they’re actually bad. We don’t know the girls who told us that for a bar of soap.”

“True,” she agrees. “They do look deliciously bad, though.”

“Right,” I giggle. My phone vibrates in my bag and I read the message.

“See.” Excitement rushes through me, and I hold the phone up for her to read the message. “I’m not imagining it. This is a nice-guy message.”

“Maybe,” she agrees. The line moves forward and we get a little closer to going in.

Even just a text from him and my night is made.

Cocktail after cocktail, shot after shot. The night is messy and wild.

Allegra’s man is with a big group of people who are all so fun. We’ve danced and laughed and drunk like sailors.

It’s just past one a.m., and as I stand at the bar, waiting to be served, big hands snake around my hips from behind. Lips go to my ear. “There you are.” Goose bumps scatter up my spine as I hear the accent.

He’s here.

I turn toward him and he pulls my hips against his. “Hello.” His dark hair hangs over his forehead and he towers above me.

“Hi.”

He grabs the back of my head and pulls me into a kiss, long and slow. The suction is filled with promise, and I feel it all the way to my toes.

Hell…

Is it bad that I like him better when he’s been drinking?

His eyes darken as they drop to my lips. “Let’s get out of here.”

“What?”

“Fuck this place. Let’s go.” His accent is so hot and heavy… addictive.

“Oh…” What. “I thought you wanted to take it slow.”

“Fuck slow,” he snaps. “I’ll take it slow when I’m dead.”

Excitement screams through me. That’s more like it.

“But my friend—” I glance over to Allegra with the group of people we just met.

“Isn’t welcome. I want you to myself.”

Ha…

“I wasn’t going to invite her.” I smirk. The loud music is a tantric sexy beat, and the club is dark. Everything about this situation screams seduction.

“Do you want to spend the night with her or with me?” He lifts my hand again to his mouth and this time turns it over so that it’s palm up. He licks it and I feel it between my legs. My body begins to override my brain. “It will be worth your while,” he murmurs as he concentrates on the task at hand.

Throb… Throb… Throb…

Fuck.

He pulls me close and kisses me again, deep, and long, and I feel his thick erection up against my stomach.

Double fuck.

With his dark eyes locked on mine, he lifts my hand and again licks the palm.

I clench in appreciation. What the hell, this man is off-the-hook hot.

“Okay,” I murmur, distracted by the sight of his tongue on my skin. He takes his phone out of his pocket and dials someone. “Portare la macchina.” (Translation, bring the car around)

“I have to go say goodbye to my friend.”

He nods and takes my hand in his and gestures for me to lead the way. I walk through the club with a goofy smile on my face. Yes, that’s right, I’m holding hands with the hottest man in the club. Suck it and weep, bitches.

We get to Allegra. ”I’m going,” I tell her.

“Okay.” She smiles over my shoulder. “Bruno, right?”

“Hello.” Clearly uninterested in what she’s saying, he lifts my hand and kisses it. “We must go, the car is here.”

No small talk, then?

“Goodbye. ” He walks off and pulls me by the hand.

He’s just so bossy…

I widen my eyes at Allegra and she giggles as I’m pulled away from her.

He’s wasting no time in getting me out of here, and I have to say his desperation is as hot as hell. There’s a cluster of people lined up at the front door, and as we wait, he pulls me in front of him, his lips drop to my neck, and he sucks on it right here in front everyone. My knees nearly buckle beneath me.

Jeez.

I can tell it’s going to be one hell of a night. He’s not the only one around here who’s desperate to be alone. As we wait to get out, his lips dust up and down my neck, and good lord… I may not survive this.

He takes my hand and we push through the crowd and out the front doors. A blacked-out SUV is waiting with a man standing beside it; when he sees us, he opens the back door.

Bruno ushers me into the back of the car and climbs in after me. There’s a privacy screen between us and the driver. As soon as the door closes, he pulls me over his lap, lifts my dress, and spreads my legs around his thick thighs. His hard cock rubs against my sex, and the air crackles between us as we stare at each other.

“Sei cosi dannatamente bella.” (Translation, you are so fucking beautiful.) He kisses me aggressively. Our teeth clash as arousal takes us over.

Jeez.

“Cavalcherai il mio cazzo tutta la notte.” (Translation, you’re going to be riding cock all night.) His hands drag me over his body and our kiss turns frantic. I don’t know what he just said, but it sounded fucking good.

The car speeds through the streets of Roma, and I don’t know where we’re going, but with his cock rubbing up against me like this, I’m about to come in one minute flat.

Help!

“Solleva le ginocchia.” (Translation, lift your knees.) He pants as if just as close to losing control as I am.

“I don’t understand.”

He rearranges me and lifts my knees and grinds me down onto him hard. “Like this.”

I see stars.

“I . . .” My mouth falls open as I stare at him.

“Ti piace?” (Translation, you like that?)

“I . . .” My eyes roll back in my head at the feel of his hard erection rubbing over my clitoris.

“You like that, Halle?” He smiles against my lips.

I nod, too overwhelmed to speak.

“What about this?”

He puts his hand between us and slides his fingers into my panties and through the lips of my sex. “Fuck yes.” He moans when he feels how wet I am. “Halle…” His eyes flutter closed as he pushes three thick fingers into me.

My body ripples, and unable to help it, I clench around him.

“Fucking hell,” he whispers as his kiss turns aggressive. I moan into his mouth as I come hard.

He smiles as he finger-pumps me through it.

We pant as we stare at each other, and he seems as equally shocked as I am.

This sexual chemistry is like nothing I’ve ever felt before.

Atomic.

The car pulls to a halt, and he puts his three fingers into his mouth and sucks them as his dark eyes hold mine.

I feel faint.

He lifts me and puts me back down onto the seat and rearranges himself in his pants.

I’m a hot mess, wet and swollen and throbbing down below… and we’re still fully dressed. I begin to fear what’s about to come.

The door opens and he climbs out, takes my hand, and helps me from the car. “Grazie,” he thanks the driver. He leads me into an old historic building and we get into the elevator.

He stands quietly, and other than holding my hand, he doesn’t touch me. Shit, why did I come so quick? What must he think of me?

Mortifying.

The elevator doors open directly into an apartment. It’s huge and modern with brown leather couches, huge colorful artwork, and marble furniture. We step out and the doors close behind us. My eyes roam over the luxurious surroundings. “This is your home?” I whisper.

“Yes.” His eyes hold mine.

“Beautiful.”

“Like you.”

We stand and stare at each other. He’s not touching me, and yet I still feel the tidal wave of his arousal. “What’s wrong?” I whisper.

“Nothing.”

“You’re—”

“Sto cercando di calmarmi.” (Translation, trying to calm down.)

“I don’t know what you just said. You need to speak English with me. Is everything all right?”

His eyes search mine. Something’s wrong.

“What is it?” I ask.

“I need to calm down; I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Physically?”

“Si.”

“You won’t.” I lift my hand to cup his face, and his eyes flutter closed. “Kiss me,” I breathe.

He takes me into his arms and kisses me, and it’s slow and tender. Suddenly, the world between us is right again.

His tongue and the way he uses it is…

My god.

Our kiss deepens and we begin to lose control again. He walks me backward into the apartment as his hands go to the hem of my dress; he pulls it over my head in one fell swoop.

I stand before him in my white lace underwear, and his hungry eyes drop down my body. I can hardly breathe as I wait for his reaction, but when his eyes rise to meet mine, they are blazing with desire. “Get in my fucking bed,” he growls.

Adrenaline screams through my veins.

He picks me up and tosses me over his shoulder, stomps to his bedroom like a caveman, and throws me onto the bed. I laugh as I bounce, and then without warning, he takes his shirt off over his head and I’m instantly silenced. His tanned chest is broad and muscular, with a scattering of black hair. His abdomen is rippled with muscles, and he has a trail of dark hair that disappears into his pants.

With his dark eyes locked on mine, he unzips his jeans and slides them down. His rock-hard cock springs free. The air leaves my lungs at his size. Suddenly, his worry of hurting me has real merit; I’m worried too.

He peels my panties down and takes them off and then spreads my legs open as he stares at my weeping flesh.

I feel so vulnerable as I lie here open for him.

He bends and spreads me with his fingers and then licks me there. I buck off the bed and damn it, I am not coming again without him.

“No, I want you now.” I pull him up over me and we come face-to-face again. “Condom,” I whisper.

“Fuck.” His eyebrows shoot up as if surprised. “Sto perdendo la testa.” (Translation, I’m losing my head here.) He reaches over to his side table and grabs a condom from the top drawer, and as he kneels over me, he tears it open with his teeth.

A sight that will forever be burned into my brain.

“Hurry up.” I sit up and wrap my arms around him and pull him back down over me, and his cock nudges my opening. “Kiss me,” I plead.

He pushes forward and is met with resistance. Ahhh, it burns.

“Shh,” he whispers. “Calm down.”

Fuck, he’s used to hurting women with this monster cock.

“Shh.” He gets up and goes to his bedside again and takes out a bottle of lube and rubs it into me. “Is better.” He pushes it inside of me with his fingers as I lie back with my legs spread. The act somehow feels intimate and special, and I don’t know how, but him worrying about hurting me is a major turn-on.

He comes over me again, and this time he slides the tip of his cock through my swollen lips. My body sucks at him, wanting a deeper connection.

“Hurry,” I demand. He pushes forward and my body resists. “It’s okay.”

He pushes forward again and damn it, that smarts. He circles one way and then the other to try and loosen me up. “Relax,” he coaches me softly before he slams in hard.

The air is knocked from my lungs as I try to acclimatize to his size. My body ripples around him and he whispers something in Italian into my ear before he nips it with his teeth.

I smile. I have no idea what he said, but it sounded good. “Yes.” I feel him smile into my neck, and he pulls my legs up and slides out and then back in. His knees are wide on the bed as he uses them for leverage.

I moan as my body begins to relax and we fall into a rhythm. Deep pumps get harder and harder and then the bed begins to slam into the wall and I can’t speak, I can’t react… I can hardly fucking breathe as he rides me hard.

He holds my legs back, and the moans coming out of him are the most erotic sound I’ve ever heard. I cry out as a freight train of an orgasm runs right through me and his pumps get harder, faster, and Ahhhhhh… I can’t take much more.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” His grip on my inner thighs is painful, and he slams in and holds himself deep. I feel the telling jerk of his cock as he empties inside of me.

His lips trail up my jawline as he whispers in Italian, and I pant as I stare at the ceiling.

Holy shit… what was that?

It’s late, nearly five a.m., and we lie tangled together. Naked and underneath the blankets, I’ve lost count as to how many times we’ve fucked tonight.

The only thing I do know is that it got better with each time. The room is lit only by a lamp, and his lips are on my temple. I’m safely wrapped in his arms. “Buona notte.” (Translation, good night.)

“Good night.” I smile sleepily. He kisses me one last time, our lips lingering over each other’s, and I know this is just sex… but somehow it feels like more.

So much more.

Tomorrow, I get to meet his family. I smile as I drift into a blissful slumber.

The perfect night.

I wake to the sound of the electric blinds slowly going up and the shower turning on. I drag my eyes open; it feels like I’ve been asleep for all of two minutes.

“Beautiful Halle.” He crawls up the bed toward me. “Up.”

“What?” I frown.

“Up. Come shower with me.”

Oh no… My vagina is well and truly broken.

“A shower?” I wince.

“Yes.” He pulls me up by the hand and leads me into the shower. The water is hot, and the room is filled with steam. He begins to soap up my back as he washes me. I smile, and his fingers feel good as they massage my skin. He kisses me over my shoulder, and before I know it, he turns me toward him, lifts my legs around his waist, and pins me to the wall as he impales me in one deep pump.

We stare at each other as I feel him deep inside. Water is beading over his gorgeous body, and I’ve never seen anything more beautiful. “Good morning, my sweet Halle,” he murmurs.

“It is.” I smile, and once again, I am lost.

An hour later, he pulls the Corvette over outside of my house and smiles over to me.

“I’ll see you later?” I ask.

“You will.”

I lean over and kiss him and then gingerly climb out of the car. I lean back into the open window. “I’m so sore,” I tell him. “You’re a bad man.”

He catches his bottom lip between his teeth with a half-smile as he winks at me. He did it last night a few times too, and it’s my new favorite thing.

“Goodbye.”

The Corvette roars up the road, and I smile as it disappears around the corner.

Holy fucking shit.

It’s noon, and if nerves were an Olympic sport, I would now have a gold medal.

I was nervous about meeting his family before, but now that I am totally and irrevocably under the spell of the enigmatic Dante Brunetti, this lunch date has a whole new meaning.

I want his family to like me. Hell, who am I kidding? I want them to love me and demand that he loves me too.

To make matters worse, I have teeth marks on my neck, and I had to wear a blouse of Allegra’s that I don’t even like, but I figure it’s better than his mom knowing I’m a hoe.

I push through the doors of the restaurant and look around, and Dante waves and walks over to me. “Hello.” He smiles.

“Hi.”

He takes my hand and leads me over to the table, “Mama, Papa, this is Halle.”

“Hello.” I smile, and shake their hands as he pulls out my chair for me.

“Hello, Halle, lovely to meet you. This is Lena, and I am Gino,” his father introduces them. His mother gets up and kisses my cheeks. “Thank you for coming, sweet girl.”

If only you knew.

“Thank you for having me.” I nervously sit down, feeling my cheeks heat. Damn, this blouse is like a boa constrictor, so tight around my neck that I can hardly breathe.

“Where are the others?” Dante asks.

“They will be here any moment.”

“The others?” I ask.

“My sister and two brothers.”

Fuck, it gets worse. “Great.” I fake a smile.

Kill me now.

“Here they come.” His mother and father stand, and my heart hammers in my chest. Sensing my nerves, Dante squeezes my hand in his. It’s fine, he mouths.

A beautiful girl with long dark hair comes into view. “Ciao.” She smiles as she sits down beside Dante.

“This is Halle,” he introduces me.

“Hello, Halle.” She shakes my hand. “I’m Aurora. Nice to meet you.”

“Hello, you too.”

“Where are your brothers?” His mother asks.

“Here.” A chair is pulled out and a man sits down; he’s dark and handsome, and there’s a family resemblance to Dante, only a little bit older.

“Where is your brother?” His mother sighs. “Always late.”

They break into chatter, and I sit and listen as I wish the earth would swallow me whole.

What the hell was I thinking? This is a total nightmare.

“Here he is.” Lena sighs. “Why are you always late?”

The chair opposite me pulls out and my eyes widen. It’s Dante… like, actually Dante.

“This is Romeo, my twin brother,” Dante introduces us.

He glances up and sees me. Surprise flashes across his face before he recovers and hides it.

“Romeo, this is Dante’s new friend, Halle.”

“Hello.” He picks up a glass of wine and sips it as his eyes hold mine.

There’s something familiar about him.

Dante’s grip on my hand on his lap tightens.

Thump

Thump.

Thump… sounds my heart.

The family all begin to chatter, and Romeo catches his bottom lip between his teeth with a half-smile as he winks at me.

The earth moves beneath me.

Everyone holds their glasses together at the center of the table. “May our Christmas be joyful and full of love.”

Romeo’s dark eyes hold mine. “And full of surprises.”

Dear lord.

There are two of them, one from the club… and one from speed dating. I feel the blood drain from my face as I do the math. My mind races at a million miles per minute.

Dante picks up my hand and kisses it, and the floor begins to spin.

This can’t be happening, how is this happening?

I’m dating one man and fucking his brother.