Page 206 of Cara & Gian: The Guzzi Duet

Gian loved it.

She was so wet, her cunt squeezing the fucking life out of his body through his dick. He angled his lower half into her lowering body, making it so that her greedy little clit was rubbing against him every time she came down on him fast and hard again.

Gian wanted to give Cara what he knew she liked the most—his fingers tight around her throat, his body pounding into hers until she was a mess of tears and sweat into the bedsheets. But he held back, and only because he thought that might not be okay, given her state. Instead, he settled on letting his hand rest against the thrumming beat of her pulse on her neck, and his teeth leaving marks on her lips and tits. He let her set the pace, and how rough she wanted to fuck him, not the other way around.

His words spilling out were damn near constant, though, and unstoppable. Whispered harsh and fast in her ear, because he was worried he was going to lose all train of thought before he could get them out in their entirety.

“You’re so beautiful, mon ange. My good girl, fucking me like you are. Take what you want, Cara, take my cock.”

Cara’s first orgasm came on like a tsunami of sensation that even Gian could feel, from the way her body tensed and then shook, to the loud, broken cry she released. Her eyes flew wide, the blue of her irises a darkened wave of color, while her pupils had blown wide in her bliss.

So fucking beautiful.

And apparently, it wasn’t nearly enough. The second she had calmed, her demands came sure and quick in his ear.

More, and now, and only you, only you, only you.

How could he refuse?

How could he refuse her?

“Seems we have some work to do,” Stephan said.

Gian nodded in agreement with the Capo. “Lots of digging and prying into whoever might be feeding the police information.”

“There’s a lot of men in this organization,” Dom pointed out.

“I’m aware.”

“It won’t be too difficult,” Chris added.

All eyes moved to the quiet enforcer in the corner, who had mostly been playing on his phone and sipping from a glass of water. While the rest of them drank whiskey or a beer, Chris drank water.

“And why do you think that is?” Gian asked his man.

Chris looked up at his boss, shrugging. “Once word begins to travel that the boss is looking for a rat, you’ll find that the men who don’t want any fucking part of that shit will be the first to point you in the direction you need to be looking. They all pay attention, they simply choose not to speak up unless they need to. Make it so that they need to, boss. That’s all.”

Dom’s gaze swung back to Gian. “How do we even know for sure that the rat is in our family?”

“Gabriel is pretty convinced on that fact,” Gian replied.

“And he is a voice of reason here?”

“No, but since we all know how he treats someone he likes, imagine how he treats those he doesn’t like. If he says he doesn’t think there’s a rat in his family, it’s because he’s already made his rounds. It’s our turn to do rounds on our end, now.”

Gian let the men have their opinions, but he was firm on what he wanted. Soon after, the three men cleared out of his office at the mansion, leaving him alone once again. He had only called the meeting, because he had spent the week keeping a low profile, and trying to spend as much time with Cara as he could. When he knew he had no choice but to head home, he decided to call the meeting.

“You look stressed, Gian.”

His attention flew to the new presence in his office. Elena leaned in the doorway, a silk robe cinched tightly at her waist and her arms crossed under her chest. Immediately, he was on edge at Elena’s sudden entrance and it had a whole lot to do with the bare legs and black heels she wore. Why did she need a robe and heels like those on at the same time?

It was a dichotomy.

Unless she was looking for something.

He wasn’t about to provide it.

“Do you need something?” Gian asked.