Giovanni
“Are you sure about this?” Layla asked while I continued packing my bag. I got why she was worried. I was too. I didn’t like the thought of endangering any of my family members, but like Reaper and Gideon, I wanted this chaos to end. I wanted to be able to step outside and not have to worry about someone taking a shot at me or mine.
When I received the call from Dwayne, I thought something had happened, but when he told me everything, I didn’t know how to respond. I was speechless. Everything I thought I knew about Reaper was for nothing. I knew the man had a horrible past but hearing the truth of what he endured was eye-opening. To make matters worse, the Society was holding his kid against him to make him fall in line. I didn’t claim to understand the personal grief he was going through, but I knew if it was my child, I would do anything to ensure that child lived. Even work for the devil himself.
“I’m sure,” I said, adding more clothes to my bag. I didn’t even know why I was packing. It wasn’t like I would be there long enough to change. I had planned on changing into my tux on the plane before we disembarked and as soon as the wedding was over, I was leaving. I wasn’t staying around for the festivities.
I was only there for one reason.
To get as many as I could to safety.
“I still think I need to go with you.”
“No, you will stay here where I know you’ll be safe.”
“What about Illyria?”
“Maxim has her under lock and key. She isn’t leaving his sight. He knows what is happening and has offered his assistance if needed.”
“I’m just saying they will know something isn’t right if you show up to a wedding without me.”
Stopping, I looked up at her.
She was right.
She always was. Smiling as she walked over to me, I stopped what I was doing as she walked into my arms, wrapping herself around me. “Look at it this way. Without me, these assholes will talk. If I’m with you, it will look like nothing is wrong and don’t forget, Reaper made me his blood sister. I have to be there.”
“I don’t want you getting hurt.”
“I can take care of myself, or have you forgotten that already? I’m no wilting flower, Giovanni. I know how to take care of myself.”
“I know,” I sighed, then groaned when I saw her smile. She knew she was going to get her way. I never could tell her no. I may not like the idea of her going, but she was right. It would look better. Relenting, I said, “Okay. But not one scratch, Tesoro. I mean it.”
Layla frowned, “You mean like this scratch?” she said, showing me her finger. Growling, I grabbed her hand and kissed the small cut. “I hate seeing you hurt.”
“It’s nothing. If you feel like avenging me, the rose bush is out back.”
“I’ll kill it with my bare hands,” I murmured, kissing the palm of her hand. God, I wanted to spend forever in her arms, kissing her, making love to her. She was everything, the very air in my lungs, the reason for my heartbeat in my chest. There were no words to fully describe what I felt for this woman.
I closed my eyes and saw her face as her soft lips kissed mine. She was euphoria and seduction, the very drug I craved. Holding her tighter to me, I deepened the kiss, wanting to hear her whimpers and moans that escaped her lips as I slowly lowered her to the bed. My packing was forgotten except for the woman underneath me. There were days that I still couldn’t believe she was mine.
She chose me.
Wanted me. With all my imperfections, she loved me.
God, I was a lucky man.
I started grinding myself into her. When I closed my eyes again, I could feel my cock getting hard, throbbing for her. I begged her to touch me, to release this feeling of desire I had for her. I needed her so much. I wanted to take it slow, to take in the full sight of her. I see her with her hair down, her eyes so soft and full of love, her soft skin.
She was my angel sent to save me from myself.
My hands moved towards her neck, brushing the pads of my fingers along her side, tangling in her soft silky hair. I kissed her lips, teasing and sucking her bottom lip. I pulled away and saw that secretive smile of hers that drove me wild. She was so beautiful and sexy and she didn’t even know it. Nibbling on her ear lobe, I moved lower to just behind her jawline, licking and nipping at her throat.
She moaned, arching her chest into mine.
I wanted to feel her hands on me, rubbing at my chest, digging her fingernails into my back.
I pushed the straps of her little satin dress off one shoulder, kissing the exposed skin, touching with the lightest pressure to feel her arms, to brush the tips of her nipples through the thin fabric. I pressed hot kisses against her collarbone. I loved the feel of the satin rubbing against her skin. I could see her nipples harden as I gripped the undersides of her breasts. I rolled her down, running my hands down her sides, loving the feel of her flat stomach, cherishing the feel of her hips through the silky material. My breath caught at the sight of her, how her silky dress clung to her hips, her thighs. I wanted to plunge my way between her thighs, barely holding on to my self-control.