When Luca and I returned to his penthouse that night, I felt like a fucking train had run me over. I hadn’t gotten more than four hours of sleep in the last three days. The moment I spotted Gianna any thought of tiredness vanished into thin air. Her hair wasn’t brown anymore. It wasn’t the red she’d had before she’d run away but it was close and she looked fucking amazing even with her swollen lip.
I sensed something was off though. After dinner with Aria and Luca, we returned to our own apartment. Gianna hurried into the bedroom as if she couldn’t wait to get away from me; unfortunately for her that was the room I wanted her in anyway. I followed and closed the door with a bang. Gianna sent me an annoyed look but didn’t say anything. Instead she turned her back to me and rummaged in the drawers. I walked up to her, slipped my arms around her waist and pulled her against me. “You are thinking too much. Why don’t you let me distract you?” I sucked the skin over her pulse point into my mouth. At first she tensed but then she relaxed against me.
“How do I know you’re not going to play with me again?” Her voice had a strange quality to it but I wasn’t in the mood to talk emotions.
I kissed my way down to her collarbone and slipped my hand lower, cupping her pussy through her clothes. She arched into me. I smirked against her skin. She smelled of flowers and her very own delicious scent. “Don’t worry. I want to taste you all night long. I want to make you come over and over again.”
She trembled against me, then her hand clamped down on mine, pressing me harder against her. She made a greedy sound in the back of her throat. I licked her shoulder as my fingers slipped under her skirt and panties, brushing her wet folds. I stifled a groan at the feel of her arousal. It took all my self-control not to dip my tongue into her pussy right away. I parted her velvety lips, brushing my fingertips over her slick skin before slipping a finger into her. She leaned her head back against my shoulder at the same time as she reached back and grasped my cock through my pants. I growled, then thrust against her palm.
I slid another finger into her. Fuck, she was so tight. Her inner walls clamped around my fingers like a vice. I couldn’t wait to replace them with my cock. I was too fucking horny to take things slow or be gentle. I fucked her with my fingers, relishing in the feel of her juices on my skin, and the sounds coming from her mouth. She moved her hips in rhythm with my thrusting and her grip on my cock tightened almost painfully. It felt fucking fantastic. I rubbed my thumb over her slick nub of pleasure.
“God, yes,” she gasped, her body stiffening against me. I kept thrusting as her orgasm rippled through her. When she relaxed, I lifted her into my arms and carried her over to the bed. I didn’t give her time to recover. I pulled down her skirt and panties, and climbed between her legs, shoving them apart. My eyes took in her glorious pussy, glistening and perfectly pink. Unlike some girls Gianna wasn’t shy about her body. She didn’t try to shield her breasts or pussy from me. She let me admire her, returned my gaze without hesitation. She was fucking perfect.
Never taking my eyes off her, I lowered my head. She tensed when my lips almost touched her folds but I stopped to draw in a deep breath of her intoxicating scent. Gianna bucked her hips, a silent demand that made me grin. I didn’t need convincing. I took a long lick all the way from her tight hole up to her perfect pink clit. My dick twitched in response to her heady taste. Fuck. I dove in, licking and nibbling. She rewarded me with breathless moans. Her fingers dug into the blankets when I sucked her inner lips into my mouth, gently teasing them until she squirmed on the bed. I took my time, bringing her close only to pull back over and over again. Gianna’s moans turned into cries. Watching her body arch up in ecstasy was the best sight in the world. My hard-on was almost painful. When Gianna came down from her high, I released her and quickly scrambled off the bed.
I needed to fuck her now or I’d lose my mind. I got out of my pants and briefs but didn’t bother with my shirt. Gianna surprised me by kneeling on the bed and wrapping her fingers around my cock. Her blue eyes were almost challenging when she brought her mouth down and closed her lips around my length. I groaned and my fingers brushed her hair from her face to have a better view of her mouth taking in my cock. I almost shot my cum right then, but a few mental tricks brought me back in line. Slowly at first, then faster, Gianna sucked me, her pink lips stretching around my width. I wanted to come in her mouth with her looking up at me like that, but even more than that I wanted to feel her tight pussy again. She circled my tip with her tongue before she took me almost all the way in until I hit the back of her throat.
Then she pulled back abruptly and wiped her mouth. She raised her eyebrows. “How do you like it when I stop like that?”
I chuckled. Was she trying to make me pay for this morning? She’d chosen a bad time. I climbed on top of her with a wicked grin and pressed my erection against her hot opening. Her eyes grew wide, but I didn’t give her time for a reaction. I hooked my hand under her leg and parted her further before I started to slide into her. She was still tight and her face flashed with discomfort at my intrusion. I slowed further, easing into her and giving her time to grow accustomed to my cock. Yesterday I hadn’t been careful because I hadn’t known the truth but today I wanted to make her come with me in her. I watched her face closely until I’d sheathed myself completely in her tight channel. I paused for a moment. She gripped my shoulders, the challenge returning to her gaze. “Are you going to stay like that, or are you ever going to start moving?”
“Oh, I’ll move.” I punctuated my words with a short experimental thrust to see how she’d react. There was no sign of discomfort this time and I was fucking glad. I needed to fuck her now, and I didn’t want to hold back. Keeping my eyes on her face, I established a hard fast rhythm, not as hard as I’d have liked but Gianna was probably still sore even if she wouldn’t admit it. She was tight, clenching around my cock in a mind-blowing way. Every moan I drew from her lips felt like a fucking victory because it was obvious she was trying to keep them in. I changed the angle and drove even deeper into her. Another moan slipped out.
I reached between us, pressing my fingers to her clit. I needed her to come. My own orgasm was already close and there was no fucking way I’d come before her.
I thrust hard and deep, and Gianna’s eyes grew wide, her face twisting with pleasure. She grasped my back, fingernails scratching my skin and I lost it. I fucked her even harder, losing every shred of control. Lust clouded my vision as I spilled into her. I growled against her slick throat, drawing in her scent as I spent myself in her pussy. Gianna breathed heavily when my body stilled. I raised my head and smiled down at her flushed face, even when she scowled. It was almost adorable that she was still trying to keep up the show.
Slowly I pulled out of her. She winced, then quickly masked it.
“Sore?” I asked as I stretched out beside her. I touched her stomach. She didn’t push me away, only shrugged in response.
I moved closer and kissed a spot right below her ear. “Has sex turned you mute?”
“You wish,” she muttered, her voice slower and more relaxed than usual.
“No, that would be boring. The things coming out of your mouth are more entertaining than you think.”
She gave me a look. “I’m glad I amuse you.”
“Me too.”
Like last night I waited for her to fall asleep before I relaxed. I wasn’t sure if that would ever change.
***
The next few days followed the same routine until one night when Gianna’s breathing didn’t slow like it usually did. I was fucking tired and quickly losing my fight against sleepiness.
“You always wait for me to fall asleep first,” she said into the dark, startling me awake.
Of course she’d noticed. “Sometimes I forget how observant you are.”
She turned around, facing me in the dark. I could make out the white of her eyes and the contours of her head but not much more. “Why?”
“I’m a wary bastard.”
“Do you think I’d kill you in your sleep?”
It was hard to gauge her emotions without seeing her expression and I fucking hated it. “Have you been thinking about it?” It was meant to sound like a joke but came out way too serious.
“No, I can’t stand the sight of blood.”
“That’s the only reason I don’t have one of my own knives stuck in my back?”
“No. Killing you wouldn’t get me out of this apartment. I don’t know the code for the elevator.”
“That’s a relief,” I muttered. I wasn’t sure if she was teasing or not. “You don’t seem that unhappy in our marriage.”
“We’ve been married for only a few days, and you’re never around, that’s a plus. And maybe I’m a good actress.”
“I guess it’s good that I don’t trust you then.”
“Yes,” she said seriously.
“I suppose you want to scare me?” I asked in a low murmur, leaning so close to her that I could feel her breath on my cheek.
“I don’t think there’s anything or anyone that could scare you,” she whispered back.
“Everyone’s scared of something. Why would I be different?”
“Because you are the scariest person I know.”
I paused. She didn’t sound like she was kidding. “Are you scared of me?”
Silence was my answer.
I reached for her arm. “Gianna?”
“Yes,” came her sleepy reply.
“Why?”
But her breathing had calmed. She had fallen asleep. What was I supposed to do with her admittance? I’d never given her reason to fear me. Okay, she’d seen me do some scary shit, but I’d never done anything to her. It took me a long time after that to fall asleep.
***
The next day Gianna didn’t mention our conversation from the previous night. I had a feeling she hated that she’d been honest. I’d never shied back from a topic but I didn’t ask her again why she was scared of me. I wasn’t sure I wanted to know.
Gianna kept touching her lip during breakfast. It wasn’t swollen anymore.
“Let me take a look,” I said, pushing her hand away. “I think we can pull the stitches.”
She grimaced. “Now?”
“Scared?” I asked because I couldn’t help myself.
“No, of course not,” she said. I wondered if she referred to more than the stitches. I got up and led her into the bathroom where I kept my medical kit. Gianna didn’t protest when I lifted her onto the washtable and stepped between her legs this time.
I took small scissors from the kit. “Open your mouth.”
She did, but gave me a warning look as if she thought I had something naughty in mind. I grinned and kissed her ear. “Do you know how kids always get a treat as reward after they see the doctor?”
She rolled her eyes but didn’t push my hand away when I pressed it against her center through her jeans.
“Be a good girl and you shall be rewarded.”
I drew back, enjoying the scowl on Gianna’s face. She didn’t get the chance for a retort because I started working on her stitches. It didn’t take long and Gianna winced only twice. “Done,” I said, setting down the scissors and tweezers. “Do you want your reward now?” I rubbed her pussy.
She glared.
“You just have to say the words.” She pressed her lips together. “No?” I said, taking a step back, and stopped touching her.
“As if I need you for that,” she said snidely, and then she opened her jeans and shoved her hand inside.
I exhaled as I watched her fingers move under the fabric. “Fuck.” I stepped up to her and ripped her jeans and panties down her legs.
Gianna didn’t stop caressing herself. Her slender fingers rubbed her clit nimbly while she watched me through narrowed eyes. It was the hottest thing I’d ever seen.
“Open your legs a bit wider,” I ordered. To my surprise, Gianna obeyed. Her eyes were clouded with lust as she teased herself. Damn, I could see how wet she was.
I leaned back against the wall, tugged down my zipper and pulled out my cock. Gianna stroked herself even faster when I wrapped my hand around my hard-on and started jerking off.
“This is messed up,” she whispered. She didn’t take her eyes off my cock and I couldn’t take my eyes off her fingers that worked her pink nub.
“Who cares?” I growled. “Put a finger in your pussy.”
She slipped one finger into her tight opening.
“Another one,” I demanded.
She barely hesitated. But I couldn’t fucking take any more. I staggered forward, shoved her hand away and buried myself deep in her. She shuddered around me as her orgasm rippled through her. After a few thrusts, I came too.
“This is so messed up,” she said again, her voice heavy with sex.
I didn’t pull out of her yet. Instead I rested my forehead against her shoulder and caught my breath. “Messed up is good.”
“I knew you’d say that.”
***
“This thing is fucking annoying,” she said after another round of sex that evening, wiggling her leg with the ankle monitor in the air. It had bothered me too the few times I’d come into contact with it during sex, but I wouldn’t risk taking it off. Not only would Luca blow a gasket, I’d also have to supervise Gianna myself 24/7 without the monitor.
“You’ll get used to it.” I tried to pull her against me but she slipped away, moving to the edge of our bed.
“No cuddling as long as I have to wear this thing,” she said.
I laughed. “As long as you don’t ban sex.”
“Maybe I will do that.”
I moved my hand down from her stomach and ran a finger over her clit. “Why would you want to punish yourself like that?”
“You are an arrogant bastard. Maybe you think your cock is magic, but let me tell you something: it isn’t.” She didn’t shove my hand away from where it was stroking her. Maybe she didn’t notice but she’d even parted her legs a bit more to give me better access. I light traced her soft folds. I loved her silkiness and the way her body responded to me. I didn’t increase the pressure, only lightly brushed my fingertips over her pussy. She was probably still oversensitive so I needed to be careful if I wanted to guide her toward another peak. Her lips parted and her breathing quickened ever so slightly. I leaned over her and sucked her nipple into my mouth. Pushing her over the edge this time was ever better because I wasn’t busy with my own lust. I could completely focus on Gianna, her labored breathing, hooded eyes, hardening nipples as she succumbed to her orgasm.
I didn’t even care when Gianna turned her back to me afterward, trying to punish me by not reciprocating. I’d gotten what I’d wanted.
“You realize that sex is all there is between us, right?” she said angrily.
“Sex is important.”
“Sure, but it’s not all there is.”
“It’s not all there is,” I said, annoyed.
“Yes, it is, and there won’t ever be more. Don’t think I like you just because I like to fuck you.”
“Thanks for the heads-up,” I growled.
Gianna
I was still annoyed at myself during breakfast, especially because Matteo’s expression was far too smug despite my harsh words. Maybe he thought I’d been joking, or maybe he didn’t care.
My body had a mind of its own, always eager for his touch. It didn’t help that Matteo looked like a male model with his tight white shirt and messy black hair. He was sex on legs, and knew it.
“We are invited to dinner at one of the leading families this week, so Aria and you should probably go dress shopping.”
I dropped my spoon with the yogurt. “You want me to attend a social event with you?” I couldn’t believe he’d drag me into public so quickly. We’d been married for two weeks and the gossip mills were probably still going strong. “Everybody will be talking behind my back.”
Matteo shrugged. “I don’t give a damn what they think and they know better than to say anything in front of you or me.”
“I know those women, they won’t miss an opportunity to talk trash about someone, especially me.”
“Ignore them. It’s not like their opinion matters. They will always talk shit about you. That’s all they can do.”
I didn’t care what they said, but I’d never enjoyed myself at social functions and I doubted that would change any time soon. “I know, but I hate these gatherings. Everything about it is false. People who wouldn’t hesitate to thrust a knife into your back smile into your face if they hope to gain something from it.”
For a long time I’d thought I was anti-social and just didn’t like to be around larger groups of people but during my time on the run, I’d attended several parties and I’d never felt out of place. Even though I’d been pretending to be someone else then, I’d still felt truer to myself than I ever did around the people in our world.
“You’ll get used to them.”
“I don’t want to. That’s why I ran away.”
Matteo searched my face with a curious expression, then his lips twitched. “So you didn’t only run from me?”
“Don’t get your hopes up. You were definitely one of the main reasons,” I said.
“But not the only reason.”
I rolled my eyes and took another sip from my coffee. “Do I really have to attend the dinner?”
Matteo rose from his chair and startled me with a quick kiss on my mouth. “Yep. I won’t suffer through it alone now that I have a wife who can share my anguish. Just do what I do when I have to talk to idiots, imagine how it would feel to slice their heads off.”
Despite how often I’d pushed him away, Matteo seemed intend on making it work between us. Why did he have to be so stubborn? Couldn’t he finally grow tired of me and give me the chance to get away? “That’s easy for you to say, but not all of us make a habit out of killing people.”
Images of Sid wanted to anchor themselves in my brain again, but I couldn’t bear them right now and forced them away.
“Then imagine how it would be to watch me kill the people that annoy you. As your husband it’s my duty to kill your enemies after all.” Matteo smiled his cocky grin, his eyes lit up with humor. My stomach fluttered in a scary way and I quickly tore my gaze away from him and emptied my cup.
“I’ll go up to Aria and talk to her about going shopping. I need to be a good wife after all,” I said mockingly but somehow it felt wrong. My emotions were confusing me, everything about my new situation did.
“You should probably buy some new clothes for you,” Matteo said as he put his gun holster on.
“Is that an order?”
“I didn’t know it was necessary to order a woman to buy clothes. Isn’t that your favorite hobby?”
“Really?” I almost laughed. “Not all women are the same.”
“Oh I know.” There was that smile again.
My eyes lingered on his gun, trying to remind myself that this was who he really was. The smile that made my stomach do flips was only a mask.
I stood abruptly. “You and Luca will be gone all day again?”
“Why? Do you and Aria have another escape planned?”
“Haha,” I muttered, then raised the leg of my jeans, revealing the black ankle bracelet. “I can’t, remember?”
“It doesn’t stop you from making plans. Don’t tell me you’re not still thinking about escaping?”
I considered lying but instead opted for the truth. “Of course I am thinking about it. Did you think good sex and a ring around my finger would suddenly make me change my mind?”
“Only good, hm?”
I snorted and headed toward the elevator. Matteo joined me inside, his eyes resting on my hand.
“You are wearing your ring. I thought you’d throw it away the first chance you got.”
I peered down at the gold band with the fine line of diamonds. “Did you carry it the entire time you were hunting me?”
Matteo smirked as if he knew I was avoiding his question, and I was. I hadn’t even considered throwing the ring away. It seemed like such a waste. At least I hoped that was the only reason.
“Of course,” he said. “I always knew I’d catch you eventually and I knew I would have to make you my wife before you ran off again.”
His confidence was exasperating. It was also incredibly sexy. I was glad when the elevator doors slid open and I could walk away from Matteo’s smile and my own unwanted thoughts. Luca passed me with barely a nod and joined his brother in the elevator.
Aria’s welcome was much warmer. She was beaming all over her face as she headed my way and hugged me. “I still can’t believe that you’re living so close to me. I really missed having you as my confidante.”
“I suppose there aren’t many trustworthy women around here,” I said, my blood boiling when I remembered how Luca’s cousin Cosima had tricked Aria into walking in on Grace and Luca.
“Now that you are here, I don’t care.” Aria peered down at her elegant gold watch. “How about we head out for coffee now and then go shopping. Luca said we were all invited to the Bardoni’s Christmas party.”
I sighed. “Yeah. Matteo told me I had to attend.”
“At least we can suffer together. Believe me, Luca isn’t too excited about that invitation either. Bardoni wants his son to become Luca’s Consigliere because in the past the Consigliere has always been one on the Bardonis, but Luca wants Matteo and nobody else.”
“So this party is going to be even more awkward than I thought. Everyone is going to scheme against Matteo and me. Oh, joy.”
Aria smiled apologetically. “It won’t be too bad. Now let’s go shopping. I need some fresh air.”
Of course Romero accompanied us as we headed out to buy dresses. Maybe I would have enjoyed myself more if I didn’t have to be careful not to flash my stupid ankle monitor whenever I tried a dress on. From the look on the face of one of the vendors, I was fairly sure I didn’t manage to cover the bracelet with the hem at all times. I realized I’d barely thought about escape in the last few weeks. Too many things had happened. And then there was Romero’s constant surveillance whenever I went somewhere with Aria. Moreover, the ankle monitor was making it entirely impossible. I’d have to figure out a way to convince Matteo to take that thing off. Once that was taken care of, my desire to run away would probably return with full force.
