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THIRTY-NINE
REBECCA
As dawn approached, I laid on the floor of Gian’s bedroom, unsure how we got down there. I was naked, drenched in sweat. Giancarlo had one leg of mine bent and held my ass cheeks while he drove in and out of my tender hole.
I lost track of how many times I came from him fucking my ass.
He made good on his promise.
Licking me there and then fucking me. Pulling out to come all over my back. He jerked himself so hard, grew in his hand, and then kept going.
“I can’t take it anymore,” I whined through the pain mixed with ecstasy.
“One more,” he said through clenched teeth. Like a junkie, he needed another climax, another hit. He kept going, rubbing my clit as I exploded into my umpteenth orgasm. “Fuck yes.” He pulled out and nudged the tip against my quivering sore ring, coating me with his warm cum.
Next, his chest pressed into my back, and his hands circled around my body, holding me so damn tight. “I love you, Rebecca.”
His words made my chest quiver. “Giancarlo...”
He flipped me over and held my face. “I can give you everything you want.” He kissed me softly. “The Messinas are savages. The Darias don’t have enough connections. I can secure Domenico Holdings with the Bianco network waiting to emerge reinforced with my father’s people in Boston.”
Giancarlo still couldn’t see how I needed all of them. The way my father had all their fathers. In a very different way, of course.
I took a breath and said, “You’re forgetting, if you alienate Anthony and Sebastien, you’ll have savages and a Harvard-educated lawyer who’s handy with a shotgun coming for you.”
Giancarlo sat back on his knees. “You seriously want all three of us?”
“Yes.” I smiled, feeling brave.
Just like that, I decided.
And I was tired of waiting for Sebastien to come around.
My phone beeped. “I need to check that.”
Giancarlo huffed, but got up. “I don’t care who that is. You’re not leaving.” He swaggered to his bed and lifted the covers. “Get your fucking beautiful ass in this bed with me.”
I smiled, clicking my phone to life.
Anthony: Where the fuck are you?
That message came in at midnight. Followed by:
Anthony: I know you’re at the Warwick with Giancarlo.
He’d been texting me all night with similar messages.
Me: Good morning. Yes, I’m with Gian.
Anthony: I’m coming over.
Me: You will do no such thing.
The three dots appeared and then disappeared several times. He wasn’t sure how to respond to such a direct command from me. I held my breath, waiting.
Giancarlo glared at me from the bed. A bed I wanted to be in so badly. A bed I was certain no other woman had been in.
I owned Giancarlo, and he owned me right back.
Anthony: My house in the Hamptons. Tonight. We have to talk.
Me: Who’s we?
Anthony: All four of us.
I smirked and put down my phone. Settling into Giancarlo’s strong arms, I exhaled. “You’re welcome.”
“Was I supposed to say thank you for the greatest night of my life?” His heartfelt words made my pulse quicken. His lips soaked the back of my neck, sending tingles through my body.
“Do you mean that?” I twisted to face him.
“I don’t lie. I’m a monster when I have to be. But I will never lie to you, and I’ll never hurt you, Rebecca.”
I swallowed. The matter of his hitmen watching my parents remained words left unsaid. Only, I got the message. Hurting my parents was hurting me.
“Anthony blew up my phone all night looking for me. You need to thank me because he wanted to storm over here.”
“He still thinks you belong to him. And only him.” He opened his mouth to say more, then his phone beeped. It lay on the nightstand and, after reading a message, his eyes met mine. “Messina’s house in the Hamptons? Tonight?”
I nodded, holding my phone as well. “It’s time we end this game, don’t you think?”
Gian laid a wolfish grin on me and typed into his phone. He showed me the screen:
Gian: I’m all in.
He tossed his phone and pulled me back against his chest. While he kissed me, growing hard for another round of claiming me, I typed into my phone.
Me: I’ll be there.
