Submitting to My Best Friend's Dad by Scarlett Rossi
Chapter 678 -

*Caterina*

Elio gave me enough time to soap up before he stepped in the shower behind me, running his hands across my hips.

My skin reacted with a wave of goosebumps, and I closed my eyes as he rubbed the soap in circles across my ass. I moaned a little and he moved in closer, wrapping his arms around my front and massaging his way up my belly.

I moaned again as he reached my breasts, his fingers playing teasingly with my nipples. He turned me suddenly, rinsing my hair gently before pulling it aside and replaceing the nape of my neck with his lips.

He kissed his way up to my mouth slowly, where I opened happily to let his tongue explore mine while his fingers moved down to my folds, which were now wet by more than shower water.

Faster than he normally moved, he turned me to face him and lifted me up, both my legs straddling him, and gently pressed me against the shower wall. Our mouths still locked together, he thrust his length into me, and I cried out, shoving against him as I felt him stretch me apart.

I lasted about five seconds before I let go, screaming his name as he followed soon after, getting impossibly harder as he moaned into my mouth.

We caught our breaths while still in the same position, then he lifted me up gently and set me down, back to soaping and rinsing me while I giggled with pleasure.

"Sorry for the rush, but I had to have you," he breathed. "And I have a big day planned for us."

I laughed and nodded as I finished rinsing my hair. I didn't want to miss a day of our vacation plans in Italy.

Once we were out of the shower and towel-dried, he led me over to an already-stocked closet full of designer dresses, full of everything from casual to a ball gown you'd wear in a movie.

I picked something simple and casual, a light blue maxi that I instantly fell in love with. The color was the same as the line between the sky and the ocean, something that I just couldn't resist. It was light and flowy and came down to my ankles, which made it perfect for a day out in the town.

Elio was dressed similarly, in jeans and a blazer. It was simple but damn, did it look good on him. I pulled on my sunglasses as we stepped out of the compound, and my jaw dropped as I saw what was waiting for us.

"You're driving this?" I exclaimed, shocked.

"Of course." Elio smirked as he rounded the bright cherry red convertible in front of us. "Alessandro lent it to me."

I recognized the car from one of the magazines Elio often had laying out in the penthouse. It was a Ferrari 250. The oddly shaped headlights and grill made it easy to recognize, along with the huge metal words declaring the company stamped on the back.

There was no top, and the summer air brushed across my skin as the car started up.

I remembered that I had once told Elio that cars like that seemed excessive. But I had to admit, as we pulled out from the city streets to the open mountain passes, with my favorite songs blaring from the radio and the wind throwing my hair in every direction, that this was the best way to live.

All my stress and worries just seemed to disappear as we curved around the mountain, with not even a railing to stop us from driving straight off. It was a thrill, and I raised my hands in the air, singing the words to the songs with all my heart. Elio kept sending me a grin, with pure love and adoration in his eyes as he switched between keeping an eye on the road and watching me dancing in the passenger seat.

I felt his hand on my thigh for a moment, though he couldn't keep it there for long. But it was long enough to feel his warmth.

I looked over at him. "Where are we going, anyway?"

"Somewhere you'll like," he answered with a mischievous grin.

And he was right. It was somewhere I liked. The first place we stopped was a spa. I needed to relax, according to Elio, so we opted for a couple's treatment. And I had to admit, I was fully relaxed.

The massage was wonderful, even if I felt a bit awkward being naked in front of a stranger, but luckily the towels they gave us were very generous and I could wrap two of me in them and still have room.

Next was a mud bath, and luckily, they allowed us to change into swimsuits before entering. It was outside in a large communal bath, but with Elio's connections, we got it to ourselves today. I sighed in sheer relief as we entered the thick viscous mud, almost too hot but just relaxing enough to make me turn into a puddle.

I practically crawled into Elio's arms, laying my head on his shoulder as I contently soaked in the mud. I must have readjusted wrong because I slipped, and Elio quickly caught me, though in the process he went completely under. For a moment I was shocked before he came out sputtering, entirely coated in the gray-brown mud, He smirked, his face completely covered, but I didn't care as I pulled him toward me and we laid muddy kisses all over each other. The attendant didn't look the least bit surprised when we stepped out fully covered head to toe with mud. We fully got scrubbed down and they took us to a separate section to wash our hair and faces-relaxing scrubs that felt like heaven. By the end of the two-hour package, we were both practically glowing, and I felt like years of stress had just been scrubbed off my body.

We went into the city next and stopped for a late breakfast at a cafe nearby. They served us a little tower arrangement with a selection of cheeses, vegetables, bread, and fruits, all served with jams, butters, and creams. Their coffee was to die for, and I had three cups before we left.

And since the cafe was attached to a theater, we stopped to see one of the new plays going on. I was awed by the talent of the actors and actresses, especially the female lead, who had a voice like an angel. The entire thing was in Italian, and I was a bit surprised by how the longer I listened, the more the language came back to me.

Elio murmured a few translations in my ear, enjoying it a little too much as he nibbled on my neck. By the end, I had a few bright red bruises along my neck, and I blushed, trying to hide it from the staring hostess.

After that, we went to a few galleries, from the Uffizi to the Opera del Duomo and ending with the Galleria dell'Accademia. Elio was only mildly interested, but he patiently led me around and let me admire everything. He probably spent more time watching me than looking at the magnificent artwork and statues.

I found the stories and history behind the pieces more interesting than the artistry, although that was breathtaking. It was both sad and fascinating how human beings could fight wars over simple pieces of paint on a canvas, or marble carved to look like people.

Though looking at how lifelike some of them were, even down to the wrinkles on their knuckles, I could see how older civilizations believed they had been people cursed by the gods. It was a creepy feeling to think they could've once been people, now trapped within marble or stone.

But that was all just superstition.

By lunch, everything about the city had come flooding back to me, and I dragged Elio across the city, barely remembering the path as we found that little tucked-away gelato shop that my mother and I used to go to.

It tasted just as I remembered, and I shared a strawberry cone with Elio, both of us telling stories about what we remembered from our childhoods here. I'd completely forgotten I had ever been scared. I felt like I had never left, like I was still that little girl who called this city home.

The sunset came and went, and Elio drove us up to a nice hillside outside the city, a field of flowers and trees that overlooked the entire city. I could see the twinkling lights stretch out before me for miles, and above us was the night sky, all the stars shining brightly like they were put there just for us.

It was simple, as we shared wine and dinner, just the two of us and a never-ending meal that came from a picnic basket he had somehow snuck along. Though I had spotted more than once the guards hiding just out of sight.

I still appreciated that it was the two of us alone, as much as it could be anyway. I probably drank too much, my head a bit feverish and my vision dizzy as I crawled into Elio's lap, letting him hold me tightly as we gazed out at the stars above. Elio pointed out a few constellations, telling him the legends and tales his dad had told him growing up-Cassiopeia, who was punished for boasting of her daughter's beauty, and Cepheus, the king beside her, who was forced to sacrifice his daughter to a sea monster, and the daughter, Andromeda, who was saved and married to the hero demi-god, Perseus.

It was a sad and bloody tale but no less riveting than the ones at the museums. But listening to Elio's voice as he described the stars like they were actual people and not myths, I slowly began to nod off.

"Time to go home, sleepy head," Elio said with a chuckle once he noticed my eyes sliding closed.

I yawned, nodding a bit as he lifted me up, and I clung to him as he carried me back to the car. It was a slow drive as we headed back to the compound that would be our home for the next week or so.

We were both exhausted as we dragged ourselves inside and got ready for bed, finally collapsing into the fluffy sheets next to one another. I curled up under the blanket, latching my legs around Elio to keep warm.

I was surprised when after only a few moments, Elio was snoring, absolutely knocked out. I laughed to myself, snuggling into his arms as he cuddled me like a teddy bear.

My heart was warm with the amount of love I felt for this man. And now we were one step closer to meeting Alessandro's clients, one step closer to replaceing Antonio, and then everything would be over. We'll have a whole future to look forward to... to be happy together.