Page 60 of Giovanni

“Well, you did.”

Quickly sitting, I wrapped my arms around her, holding her in place as I looked into her mischievous gray eyes. “What are you doing to me?”

“Taking what I want.”

I said nothing as her hips moved and my cock twitched.

I said nothing more as she closed her eyes and began rocking herself against me. Holding her tight, I kept my eyes on her face as emotions wared within. I didn’t know what caused her to be this brazen, but I was not going to complain. If she wanted to use me as a vessel, I was only too happy to oblige.

She has slept restlessly until I cocooned her in my embrace. I could sometimes hear her whimpers and moans throughout the night, and when she finally fell into a deep sleep, I succumbed to my own exhaustion.

Yet something had woken her.

What it was, I would find out later. Right now, she needed something only I could give her.

As her body slowly moved over mine, I watched in awe seeing her body undulate like a slow rose opening its petals to accept the warmth of the sun. She took her time, savoring whatever enjoyment she was getting. When I thought she had taken her fill, she moved in a slow, perfect motion that had my cock slipping deep into her heat.

I moaned as her head fell back. Her hair cascaded all around her. She was the most erotic, sensual, vibrant woman I had ever seen. Lost in her own dream, I held onto her as she continued to rock against me. Her hands moving up my chest, I held onto her, and when her eyes finally opened and locked with mine, I took control, slamming my mouth against hers.

She whimpered as my tongue invaded her moist mouth. I tasted myself on her lips as our tongues warred against each other. And when her hands gripped my hair and pulled, I growled, quickly turning her until I was above her on the bed. Reaching an arm under her knee, I pulled her leg up and over my shoulder as I slammed deep into her core.

She cried out as her nails raked my back.

Pounding hard into her, I let myself go and allowed whatever demons plagued her dreams encompass me as I used her as my own vessel to rid myself of her pain.

Lost in my own sea of torment, I let her leg fall, and without missing a beat, I turned her onto her stomach, grabbed her hips, pulled her into a kneeling position, poised my cock at her entrance, and slammed home.

Her scream filled the room as I took what she willingly gave as I continued to pound restlessly into her. I didn’t know where she began, and I ended. All that mattered was this moment.

Reaching around her chest, I brought her back up flush against mine as I pumped deeper into her. Her gasps of pleasure mixed with my own desires as I used her as she used me.

When she turned her head towards mine, I sought her mouth, meddling us together in every way, and just as fast as it all began, I felt her pussy clench tightly around my shaft. Her cries were muffled by my mouth as she came hard all over my cock sucking me deeper into her heat. Pumping feverishly, I felt my balls draw up, and with a few final thrusts, I unleashed my desires deep into her.

Gasping, I didn’t know how long we stayed kneeling on the bed, her body tightly cocooned to mine, but when she started to sag in my arms, I helped her to lay back on the bed. Her back to me, her hair fanned out over the white sheets.

“Thank you,” she gasped as her eyes closed. Moments later, I heard her soft breath. She was finally asleep. Reaching for the bedsheet, I covered her as I got up and went to stand at the large French doors that gave me a magnificent view of the ocean. Leaning against the jam, I looked out to the vast ocean before turning to look at her sleeping form and whispered something I thought I would never say. “I promise you thismia Amore. Never again will you be alone. Not as long as I live. You will be mine, forever.”

Closing the doors, I headed to the bathroom and turned on the shower. Taking my time, I planned and plotted my next move. I had to be careful. Her safety was paramount and something I would never take lightly.

Decisions needed to be made.

Security would be tightened.

The family dynamic would have to change.

Life was about to get complicated, but I was the head of the family.

My word was law.

Everyone would fall in line, or they would suffer the consequences.

Reaper wanted the alliance, well he got it.

Only I don’t think he realized what he just unleashed because everything was about to change.

A few hours later, I was sitting at the large dining room table when my brother Sal walked in. Stopping, he just stared at me as I sat reading my newspaper.

“You’re up early,” he said, walking over to the buffet and grabbing himself a plate. I made sure the food was still hot, already having my breakfast an hour ago. I knew what I was about to tell my family wasn’t going to be easy, but I saw no other way. What I had planned would be enacted, or else.


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