Mafia Princess

Chapter One-Hundred Seven

Twilight...not mine (sigh).

Chapter 107

We made love at least four more times before the sun came up. Edward was quite insatiable for me. Not that I was complaining because I felt the same way. However, due to our enthusiastic lovemaking, our trip to Verona was postponed to later in the day. Honestly, I needed some more sleep and a hot bath.

My cooter was fucking sore.

Edward's a well-hung man.

We spent the late afternoon and early evening in Verona, acting like two fools in love. I pretended to be Juliet and Edward acted like Romeo, butchering the verses of the bard, standing outside of that famous window in Verona. We also molested poor Juliet, caressing her right boob to enhance our sex lives. Edward did so with a smirk and suggestive waggle to his brows. I rolled my eyes, snapping the picture and laughing at his light-hearted goofiness.

We ate a late dinner before heading back to Venice of pizza, Italian beer and some gelato. It was a perfect day and it ended perfectly with Edward making love to me in the shower.

He's quite strong, let me tell you.

He lifted me like I weighed nothing and gave me quite the orgasms as he slammed into my body.

He was quickly becoming the best lover I'd ever had. He was attentive; always aware of my needs and my feelings. He was gentle but could be rough and strong. However, the most attractive, sexy quality he had was his voice. It dripped of sex. And when he told me what to do?

Fuck. Me.

The following day, we got into a water taxi, taking us to the airport. We needed to fly back to Rome and drive to Sorrento for the remainder of the trip in Italy. I was curious about Angie, if she was still in Italy or if she had left. I also wanted to kiss and hug Jessica for standing up for me. Jessica had always been jealous of me since the guys she liked went after me. Now, she had her own guy and she didn't see me as a threat, obviously.

After a short flight, a tedious drive and a few phone calls, we were back in Sorrento and under the roof of my father. Edward had grown seemingly more and more quiet as we got closer to the villa. He wouldn't disrespect my father in his own home. I respected Edward for that, but hated what it meant.

No. Sex. For. Bella.

I needed to talk to Daddy about that. He'd had more pussy than God. If I wanted to fuck my boyfriend, then I'm going to fuck my boyfriend. It's not like I'm going to scream banshee. Plus, my dad's room is clear on the other side of the villa. He won't hear me if I do.

However, when we got back to the villa, my father wasn't there. Emmett left a note saying that Charlie and he went to Positano to spend a few days with Mario and Francesca. Edward's body relaxed when he heard that, scooping me up in his arms and making love to me in our bed.

The house stayed empty save for Edward, Carino and me until the day before we left. I was happy that Charlie had given us the space, but pissed off at him for not wanting to hang out with me and Edward. However, the goofy grin on my dad's clearly indicated his true motives for giving me the house for the last week prior to our departure.

He had gotten some.

Really?

If he fucked around with Francesca, I'll kick his ass.

The evening he came back to the villa, right before bed, I padded to his room and leaned against his door, holding my cat. "Who'd you fuck, Daddy?" I asked bluntly.

"It wasn't Francesca," Charlie deadpanned, folding his clothes in his suitcase. I gave him a sharp look. "I swear! She's got a mouth on her that drives me up the fucking wall, baby girl."

"Then who?" I asked, arching a brow.

"A woman in Positano. Her name is Aria and we met while I was at Francesca's and Mario's. She is amazing at shooting a rifle," Charlie smirked.

"Dad, Aria could be working with Aro and his goons," I snapped. "Can't you keep it in your pants?"

"Like you're one to talk," he snorted, giving me a hard glare. "Was it good between you and Edward?"

"Fantastic, Daddy," I sneered. "Look, don't go judging me about my choices of who I sleep with."

"Same goes for you, Isabella," Charlie growled.

"However, the difference between what I'm doing and what you're doing is that you're just fucking around whereas I'm actually in a relationship. A relationship built on trust and honesty and love," I yelled.

"Are you sure?" Charlie asked, crossing his arms over his chest.

"P-p-positive," I said, looking down at Carino.

"You don't sound sure," Charlie said, turning back to his suitcase. "Look, what I did with Aria was a fling. I know that in my old age I should settle down, find a new wife and become a loving, devoted mobster, but I don't know if I can. I loved your mother too much, Bella. Everybody else just seems empty."

"Daddy, you can't live like this," I frowned.

"I know," he sighed. "I can't wait to get home. I love Italy and I love this villa but I miss my bed." He turned to me. "And I don't doubt your relationship with Edward. He's a good man and he treats my baby girl right."

"Thank you, Daddy," I smiled.

"Oh, and I had Edward's guitar shipped to the house. It'll be in your room. Carmen and Eleazar left when I went to Positano to check on the house and enjoy some time on their own," Charlie said, giving me a timid grin. "Ready to go home, baby girl?"

"I am, Daddy."

He walked over to me, kissing my head and giving Carino a snuggle. He gave me a warm grin and sent me back to my room. I put Carino into her bed, crawling into mine. Edward wrapped his arms around me and kissed my lips. I cuddled into his embrace, falling asleep quickly.

Little did I know that everything was going to change once we got back to the states.

A/N: And our time in Italy is officially done. You'll find out more in the coming chapters and let's just say that the action level is going to kick it up a few notches. Pictures from Verona are on my blog and tumblr. Links for those are on my profile. You can also find me on Facebook: Tufano79's Twilight Fanfiction Appreciation or on twitter: tufano79. Leave me some!

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