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“Look at this pretty pussy,” he moans, lapping at me like I’m the sustenance keeping him alive. His deep baritone vibrates against my delicate core and sends another tingle pulsing through me. He pushes his tongue deeper, digging inside me and flicking at my clenching walls. “Prettiest pussy in the world. So pink, so wet, so fucking tight.”
“Ohh…Gio…” I whimper in another thrash. “Please…just…just…ahhh…”
“Please, what?”
“Just…I need it…” My brain doesn’t work as he laps at me.
Gio eats me out like I’m the finest delicacy in the world. His moans, groans, and heavy breaths are that of a man savoring the taste, every last drop of me, because none can, or will, go to waste if he can help it.
My whole body trembles, enraptured with the pleasure he inflicts on me. He gives another long sweep of his tongue before switching it out for his thick fingers. Three of them curled against my walls, seeking out my holy grail, the pads of his fingers finding the hidden treasure that’s my G-spot. A frisson of shocks erupts from the magical button and percolates throughout the rest of me.
I’m out of control, unable to keep myself from writhing. My hips gyrate, pushing against his mouth and hand, begging for more. I’m a woman possessed by a man who seeks to drive me insane. He’s halfway there as tears spring to my eyes and my mouth hangs open. I don’t fight it, clutching desperately at the satin sheets, bracing for the explosion.
His mouth suckling at my clit, his fingers deep inside me, I’m ready to blow. I don’t even fight it. My pussy flutters as my orgasm erupts like a ticking time bomb. I leak all over his face, but he never pauses, devouring my juices.
Heat flushes over my skin as I lie encapsulated in waves of tingling pleasure. My curls are a damp mess, spread around me on the pillow, and my chest heaves in a clumsy attempt to catch my breath. Gio rises onto his knees and looks down at me, his lips glossed with evidence of me. His tongue pokes out and licks his lips as he moves closer. He pushes my legs further apart and lowers his sweatpants. I’m too weak, too high to move, or even care. Not as long as my body pulsates in the aftershock of my orgasm.
His large cock flops out, already hard as the muscles on his sculpted body. How is it possible that, as soon as I set sights on it, I’m already throbbing with need again? My sex responds at once, desperate for him to fill the emptiness in me.
In a fluid motion, Gio makes it happen. He captures my lips in a hot kiss and sinks every inch of his thick cock into my sopping-wet pussy. All I can do is gasp and dig my nails into his biceps. I’m along for the ride as he fucks me into the night.
Gio’s gone when I wake up the next morning. He’s left me a note on the bedside table, a neatly scribbled message about conducting important business. He promises not to be long and that he’ll return in time for a late breakfast with me. My face lights up as I realize I’m enough of a priority he’s making sure to come back as soon as possible.
I lie back among the satiny pillows and sheets. I’m sore from last night. But it’s a good kind of sore. The kind that’s a reminder of him between my legs. Another sign he was here, inside me, marking me as his. I run a hand along my folds, with him in my mind, and moan at the memories of last night. Somehow, I want him again. Right now, soreness be damned.
It occurs to me I don’t know anything about Gio’s home. After the flight yesterday, I collapsed from a toxic cocktail of anxiety and nerves. Add in the three whiskey sours I had on the plane, and I hadn’t given a thought to explore my surroundings.
But with Gio gone, I have free rein of the massive house—and I know it’s massive even before setting foot outside his room. When the size of his bedroom is bigger than the one-bedroom apartment I shared with Enzo, it’s sorta a given the rest of the house will be humongous too.
The double doors open to a wide hall with dark obsidian floors and white paneled walls. I pad down the hall with curious glances left and right. Many doors line the hall, along with the occasional piece of abstract artwork, each piece moodier than its predecessor. Gio definitely has a thing for dark, clean, almost sterile environments.
It sinks in that I’m in Mafia boss Giovanni Sorrentino’s homeunsupervised. How many federal agents would kill for the opportunity to poke around his private abode? For a chance to dig deep for something incriminating enough to take him down?
When I reach the end of the long, wide hall, I’m at the top of a grand staircase that curves along the wall as you descend. I hold on to the black iron railing with each step, feeling like some debutante making her entrance at a ball. The foyer is another huge space, lit by the natural light from the doors and front windows.
As I make my way into the living room with vaulted ceilings and a generous view of the terrace outside, I discover I’m not so alone after all. Robby is seated on the white leather sofa, poring over some documents in his lap. He looks up when I enter, his beady eyes immediately narrowing with dislike.
I’ve had enough of it. Hands on my hips, I call him out. “You know, I’m not your biggest fan either.”
“Good. Then you understand why I don’t feel compelled to talk to you right now.”
I suck at my teeth. “There is such a thing as manners.”
He chortles. “Honey, you’ve got another thing coming if you’re expecting manners from a Mafia guy.”
“Where’s Gio?” I ask instead. I’ve given up any hope of amicability with this asshole.
“Don’t you worry. Gio’ll be back when he’s back.”
I fold my arms and stride toward the glass door and windows overlooking the terrace. If I’m going to be trapped in Gio’s house with my least favorite guy on his crew, I deserve to bask in any positive I can find—one being the gorgeous autumn day. Living in Vegas, it’s easy to forget so many other parts of the country have real seasons.
Gio’s lawn sprawls deep, lined by trees on either side. Their fall foliage is in full effect, vibrant oranges and golds you don’t see in the desert. I’m not standing there long before voices enter the silent air. I recognize Gio’s smooth baritone at once.
Robby rolls his eyes as I spin away from the window and dash through the living room. I’m so fast, I meet Gio in the foyer before he can set foot anywhere else. His arms open automatically to catch me launching myself at him. I don’t need to look to know Robby’s rolling his eyes a second time. Gio plants a hello kiss on my mouth and then peers at me like I’m the most baffling thing he’s seen.
“What’s the matter? What’s got you so worked up?”
“I woke up and you were gone.”
