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NINE
GIANCARLO
The rush of desirethat washed across Rebecca’s face seeing me almost halted my confident stride toward her.
She figured out I was the answer to her loneliness. Bastien wouldn’t touch her because he couldn’t bear to. Anthony was just an asshole, waiting for the moment to inform her she belonged to him. That left me with an opening for her to choose another option.
Me.
Raw sex with me.
No strings.
No rings.
No promises.
Just pleasure.
As I got closer, Rebecca gave her bodyguard that signal she didn’t think anyone noticed. I noticed everything. Shaking his head, Vale left the lounge, watching me over his shoulder. That he was even in the club proved Rebecca could fight for what she wanted.
Perhaps if I made her want me...
No. I couldn’t raise my hopes like that. These encounters would just be sex. Her and me. We could never be a couple in the real world. Our world. But I’d felt the heat between us last Saturday. The lust she held back, the way her throat worked looking at me. Right in the eye because I was close to her height. She stood around five-ten, and those two inches I had on her vanished when she wore Stilettos. I didn’t mind not towering over her. Making her break her neck like Sebastien or Anthony.
I smelled Rebecca’s perfume which meant my visceral urges were on full blast, my beast present. Her scent shot waves of lust right to my cock.
Holy crap, this was going to happen, wasn’t it?
With just a few inches to go, her lips parted and despite the gentle lighting, I saw the rich flush across her cheeks.
“You think you know me, but you don’t, Rebecca.” I immediately set my intentions.
No one knew the person I became in a place like this. I might seem like the nice guy, but I was as ruthless as Messina and Daria, if not more. Because I could ruin people anonymously from my computer. Even my father paused on occasion before pulling the trigger.
“Clearly, I don’t know you, Giancarlo. I thought I’d be meeting...”
Damn. I’d used that old St. Mary’s code I heard slip under Sebastien’s breath when Anthony played their sick game to scare dirtbags. They used it like a safeword.
Rebecca thought Sebastien would be standing here. Inviting her up to a bed where he’d obliterate her sanity. Bastien may have burned his bridges by not fighting for her five years ago. Then again, he’d been twenty-three, still sweating it out in law school. He was different back then.
We all were.
The past five years had grown intensely vicious in this city since Cole Frisch became mayor. His campaign promise to focus on community policing and trying to bring down low-level crime meant task forces breathing down our necks disappeared and turned back to the streets.
Rebecca’s shocking look of desire suggested she wasn’t entirely disappointed that it was me. She was a smart woman. The way she’d laid eyes on me, suggested she added shit up quickly. What we could do to each other while the world looked the other way. Kept spinning on its axis, trying to pull her toward a man I knew she couldn’t stand.
“Can I get you a drink?” I asked.
Her jaw jumped, and she eased back a step.
Protective instincts shot me forward. “It’s okay, Becca. It’s me. I would never hurt you.”
“You sure?”
“Of course.”
“What is this?” she asked, struggling to breathe.
“This place?” I looked around.
“Yes.”
“This place is an escape. For us. You and me. Let me get us a bottle of champagne. I’ll open it in front of you.”
No matter who I’d dated, it fizzled out. It’d taken me a while to figure out why. I wanted Rebecca. For so many reasons I couldn’t count. She was not only breathtaking, she was smart and tough. She had a sharp wit about her that I wasn’t even sure she worked at. Most importantly, she came from my world.
“Then what happens?” She dropped her hands, and I finally got a look at what she was wearing.
I’d not seen this black wrap dress with an asymmetrical hemline, the left side shorter, very short actually. Three-quarter length sleeves meant when she left her townhouse, she wasn’t sure what this place was, so she went semi-conservative. That was okay, her classy style was what I loved about her.
Loved?
No, idiot, you don’t love her. You can’t love her.
“Then we talk. About how we could make each other feel good.” I got up close to her, our lips inches apart.
Only, being in that realm shocked the shit out of me. The magnetic pull of her hit me so damn strong, I felt out of my depth. I couldn’t kiss her. It would destroy me. Kissing meant love, and this wasn’t love. Couldn’t be love. She could never love me back.
I could do plenty of things with her other lips. Lick her until she screamed and then thrust inside her while she was coming. Take her from behind and play with her ass. Then fuck her there too.
Something told me sweet Sebastien hadn’t done that to her. They’d first had sex when they were fifteen. Now Sebastien loved anal, er...in a way. He learned to love it the hard way.
Rebecca breathed heavily watching my retreat. Then nodded with a smile that made my cock harden.
“Sit.” I pointed to the sofa. “Part of this...this fantasy is for you to obey me. You understand?” I let gravel slip into my tone, playing up my role as her dominant. I could make her a full-time submissive, but I was getting ahead of myself.
Swallowing, that throat straining again, she lowered into the sofa and crossed her legs. A picture of elegant beauty. A perfect mafia princess. I didn’t want that though, so I kicked her legs apart. “Like that. You sit like that.”
Her breathing hitched. Those eyes, blue like the Caribbean waters, went wide and then fluttered.
As I strode to the bar, one thing became shockingly clear. I couldn’t have sex with her tonight. Tonight was about telling her the rules. And maybe a little foreplay. She had to earn my cock in her pussy.
After signaling to a server who stood at the ready to get me whatever I wanted, I presented an unopened bottle of champagne and two crystal flutes to Rebecca. I placed them down on the glass coffee table, then untwisted the wiring to edge the cork out.
Rebecca lifted one of the glasses. Peering at it, she said, “There could be drugs laced inside.”
I put the bottle down and on a harsh growl, said, “You think I need to drug you to get in your pants?”
Defiant, she sat back and crossed her legs. “Let’s just say my eyes are more open now to those sort of things.”
Staying silent, I filled the two flutes and lifted each to my mouth, taking a sip from both. “Satisfied?”
Pursing her lips, she said, “Yes.” And held out her hand.
I put the glass she expected me to hand her down and out of her reach. Lowering my eyes to her, I said, “Now spread your fucking legs for me.”
Her eyes flickered, and she licked her lips. But she held my gaze and inched her legs apart.
Smirking, I handed her the glass. “Good girls get rewards. Bad girls get punished.”
“By punished do you mean spanked?”
“And whipped. And chained to a headboard.”
Narrowing her eyes, she put the glass down and stood up. “I’m not sure I like that.”
Fuck.I shot up and gripped her shoulders. Leaning into her ear, I said, “You will like it with me. Your safeword is Warwick. That puts you in control. We can play whatever game you want, Rebecca. So long as I end up inside you.” I’d show her the brutal dominant side of me, but I suspected I could also be a gentler, more passionate beast with her. Just her. “But neither of us wants vanilla or safe. We can do this any way you want.”
Breathing heavily, she said, “I like when you talk to me like that. I guess I’ll like being held down by you too.” She slid her hands down my tie. “With this.”
“And more.”
“More...” She breathed as her hand went lower.
I gasped, feeling it grip my belt. I left my suit jacket unbuttoned. “So much more.”
She pressed up against me and smiled wickedly. “Wow, Giancarlo. You’re packing a punch in there.”
Don’t let the last name Byrne fool you. I was all Italian in the manhood department, thanks to my Bianco bloodline. The sadistic side came from my father, a merciless monster on the outside who loved his family just as viciously on the inside. Including my mother. My father taught me I could balance both sides of ruthlessness. Destroy my enemies and devastate my woman in bed.
“Touch me. You can. We’re safe here. I promise you.”
Slowly, she lowered her hand and brushed against my erection. My head fell back as I groaned. Fuck... Getting under control, I said, “Let’s go.”
“Where to?”
“You’ll see.” I took her hand. “Leave the champagne. I have another way to get high.”
I pulled her toward the elevator. Inside, with a controlled fury, I took out my club card and rammed it into the penthouse slot where I had a private suite. The card also locked the elevator down, so it wouldn’t stop for anyone else. Only I had those privileges here and I paid a fortune for them.
Rebecca leaned against the wall and licked her lips like she wanted to be kissed.
No, I couldn’t kiss her. I never let my mouth touch anyone. Too intimate.
I lowered to my knees. “Spread your legs.”
When she did, I lifted one thigh and put it on my shoulder. Without wasting time, I gripped the lace that covered her pussy and pulled it to the side. Good fucking God. So gorgeous, smooth, and best of all, wet. Glistening.
I feasted on her. That gasp and moan of hers nearly made me lose it. I worked her clit with my thumb while I fucked her with my tongue, so damn tight. Her sweet taste thrilled me. If innocence had a flavor, this was it. Determined to blow her mind, I closed my lips around her clit, rolling it on my tongue.
“Oh, God,” she moaned, pulling my hair.
“Yeah?” I said, between fucking her with my tongue and licking along the plump entrance. “I’m right here. I’m all you need, Becca.”
Just below her drenched slit, that sexy dark hole of hers tempted me. I licked her taint, and she tilted her hips farther up, presenting her ass to me. God, yes. I would fuck her so good there. Show her how submitting to me like that, letting me claim her, meant she’d be mine. I protected what was mine.
Rebecca panted and rocked her hips. “I’m gonna come.”
Damn, so soon? My suspicions were probably right. She hadn’t been touched, not since Bastien. I’d be the first. That filled me with power. Heat and cream flooded from her, drenching my tongue and my lips.
Rebecca melted against the wall, and I gently lowered her leg, so I could stand. Tower over her while she leaned back. I gazed at my creation like Picasso staring at his work. The smile on Rebecca’s face, the glaze of sweat on her forehead, and the blush on her cheeks made me feel like that God she called out to. Me, I got her. A Byrne...
The elevator stopped at my floor. Only, when I turned the key to open my door, a rush hit me. This all felt too fucked up, too surreal. It messed with me. I needed to get off, but I wanted to savor her. Keep her waiting for my cock. Make her utterly beg, even shed tears for me.
There was a reason Bastien looked so damn broken. Rebecca was a gift.
Today was my birthday.
“Wait,” I said.
When she stepped into my foyer, the closed door allowed me this private moment with her. A delicacy not many men ever knew. Hesitation built in my chest. I’d turned other women away at this point. Sent them back down the elevator. When I’d had moments of weakness and only wanted Rebecca. So badly that no other woman could get me off.
Now I had her.
“What?” she asked, looking confused.
“I just wanted to get my cards on the table with you. Show you what we can have. No one would know. We can meet here as often as you want. You name the date, the time. It can be in the middle of the day.” I followed her eyes, my reflection in the blue gaze. “But not tonight. I want you to think about it.” Pulling her hand on my groin, I said, “Just let me show you what I can offer you.”
Stepping back, I unzipped my pants. I reached into my tight black briefs and out sprang my cock. “Kiss it. Taste me.”
Rebecca fell to her knees, and I nearly came right there and then. I would fuck her mouth, deep throat her while she’s laying on my bed another time. I had to come. Fisting my cock, I jerked and squeezed. Hard and brutal.
While I did that, Rebecca let the tip soaked in my pre-cum wet her lips. No other man’s cock had caressed that mouth besides Bastien. God, if that fucker could see me now. He’d lose it. Didn’t that make my balls tighten?
“Yeah, baby. Open your mouth.” I palmed the top of her head.
I slid my length past those soft pillowy lips of velvet and met a hot and playful tongue. Her mouth moved sensually up and down my cock. She took me deep, so damn deep. I hit the back of her throat and had to hold myself up, bracing against the damn console table.
My hips rolled as heat built in my sac and fire climbed up my cock. I slid out to gain control, but it was no use. I was done. She got me.
At the start of my climax, I plunged back in, nothing but velvet and warmth surrounding my cock. I groaned as my cum shot down her throat in thick hot ropes. Fearing I’d collapse, I gripped her shoulders, and when she held my hands down, this lewd act turned sensual and loving even.
My head leaned on the glossy wood paneling, and I felt like a king.
Rebecca fell back, sprawled out on my porcelain floor looking drained and languid. No, I wouldn’t fuck her tonight. I wasn’t sure either of us could take it. I had all kinds of games I wanted to play with her. Most would end with her begging me for my cock.
I reached down and lifted her up by the waist, pressing her into my chest. To my surprise, she was shaking.
“Hey, what’s wrong?”
“I don’t know. Nothing. Everything. I’m sorry,” she said, backing away.
Her eyes hit me like she didn’t know me.
“It’s okay. We don’t have to go any further tonight.”
She nodded, confirming my earlier suspicion that I’d blown her mind enough for one night. But I wasn’t letting her get away now that I had her in my web.
I smoothed the hair behind her ears and wiped a glistening tear from her angled cheek. No, she wasn’t crying, my beautiful, strong Rebecca. I was a force to be reckoned with. She wasn’t expecting me. I’d hit her like a freight train. Her blue eyes could melt me.
Fuck-all, I wanted to kiss her so badly. I couldn’t. Not yet. “How about we go have that drink?”
