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I took a deep breath and leaned back onto my hands. I spread my legs wider for him. I trusted him with so much of me. Why not that, too?
He groaned as he leaned back and spit between my legs. The warmth slid over my pussy and spread around his dick. He rubbed it on himself before gripping his cock. I sucked in a breath as he inched into me. I bit my lip as I fought a reaction from the pain. He was so careful and slow as he buried himself inside me.
He closed the distance between us and pushed his fingers inside me. I gasped at how full he made me feel. His thumb circled my swollen clit. He touched me better than I could touch myself. With each slow, patient thrust, I felt everything to my very core.
“You feel so good, Giovanna,” he growled as he kissed me. “I want you to come with me deep inside you.”
With the way his hips curled into mine and how his fingers played me, I quit worrying he’d stop. He was trying too hard to please me. Or at least that’s what I tried to tell myself.
The pain from his cock lessened until it was mostly pleasurable. His fingers curled within me. His thumb rubbed me. Hell was where I thought I belonged, but right then, with pleasure coursing through every fiber of my being, I was in fucking heaven. I stopped controlling my moans and relaxed deeper, letting the pleasure wash over me. Like a goddamn tidal wave, it pulled me under the water, where I'd become one with the sea.
I shuddered with a full body orgasm that made me question if I was in some sort of dream or fantasyland instead of real life, and I made him come as he chased my pleasure. It was no dream. No fantasy. He was my perfect reality.
ChapterTwenty-Three
Enzo
Iwoke up beside Gia. It felt eerily similar to the last time I woke up beside her, except this time, I didn’t think she’d be upset about what I’d done to her. I had thoroughly used her up, and I loved every second of it. I knew she had, too.
I tugged my arm from under her, and she whined. We had slept late, which was my fault. By the time I was done with her and we showered away all our come, it was nearly six in the morning.
I stepped into a pair of sweatpants and sat on the couch. I had to think about my game plan regarding the O’Rileys, because I’d been ignoring it. With Gia asleep, and having given into her as much as I had, I could focus. Probably.
Atheist leaped off the floor and greeted me with a full-body wiggle. “If it ain’t her, it’s you,” I said as I gripped his ears in my hands. “Do I have to get rid of both of ya?” I rubbed the top of his head. Atheist was supposed to be a guard dog. I had intended to raise a monster. I failed. Hard. He was protective, and so damn loyal, but mean? Nah. Not a mean bone in all one hundred and fifteen pounds of him. He didn’t need to be, though. When people saw him, he looked mean, and that’s what mattered. Instead of raising him like an employee, I raised him as my best friend. Sometimes, the only one I had. I wouldn’t take a bullet for that damn dog, but I'd do just about anything else for him. Gia, though? I’d take several for her. I had no intention of getting rid of either of them, even if they both distracted me from my job. “Do you gotta go out?” I asked. He jumped down and ran for the door.
The sun was high in the sky, and its heat warmed my back through my shirt. I was surprised he waited so long to wake me up. He trotted across the lawn when I opened the gate, and I smoked a cigarette as I waited for him to do his business. My eyes caught a glimpse of motion. Something caught Atheist’s as well. His body rumbled with a growl, and his muscles tensed. I just got through thinking how he was a pitiful guard dog, but something was pissing him off.
The movement belonged to my brother Marco. He leaned against the front of the building as he chatted with another man and brushed a hand through his hair, a nervous habit we both had. I couldn’t tell what they were saying with the glare from the sun behind them, but I knew my brother, and his posture told me he was uncomfortable. I put the cigarette between my lips and tried to listen, but they hushed their words.
Who the hell is that?I didn’t recognize the man. He had blond, brushed-back hair, and he wore a dress shirt with the cuffs of his sleeves folded over. He had to have been our age. Why the hell would Marco host a meeting without me? Granted, I slept much too late, and they all knew not to bother me when I was asleep unless someone was dead or dying.
I leaned against the metal pole behind me and watched. Neither had noticed me, even over the loud squeal of the gate as it opened and closed. I turned back toward Atheist, who remained planted where he stood. The sun glinted against his jet-black coat. I didn’t like how he looked at them.
There was a shift in the air, a heaviness that lowered on both of us. My fingers wrapped around the gate as I pulled it open. The yard past the gate and fencing around the house was open because Atheist never went far, and it kept the shit and piss away from the patio area. Before I could recall him, he bounded across the yard toward the two men. It wasn’t his playful run. It was a hard, dedicated stride that made me cock my head. I’d only seen him do that a handful of times, but he’d return when I recalled, stopping in his tracks at the sound of my voice. I called his name, but his paws continued pounding the earth as he charged toward them.
I quickened my steps when I heard a scream accompanied by aggressive snarling. Marco yelled Atheist’s name. By the time I made it over to them, Atheist had latched on. The man’s entire forearm was in the wide, gnashing jaws of my dog as he swung his body, trying to fend him off. Atheist snarled as he bit harder and shook. His massive head jerked side to side as he bit to maim, focused on ripping the man’s arm clean off.
“Fuck!” the man screamed, spit exploding from his mouth as he yelled. He leaned back on his heels, trying to keep on his feet. If he went down, Atheist would go for his throat.
Everything happened in seconds, but it felt like so much longer. The man panted through screams as Marco tried to get between them. Every time he tried, my dog just bit harder. Marco snatched at Atheist’s collar as the man screamed out again, trying to rip his arm out of my dog’s mouth. The more he tried to pull away, the more Atheist dug his heels in. I called out to Atheist as blood dripped down the man’s forearm and puddled on the concrete. The crimson stained his nice dress shirt and spread upward with every passing second.
The man drew his gun and raised it. Everything slowed down as the pistol’s silver inched toward Atheist. I could see nothing but the gun and my dog, the single most important thing in my entire life aside from Gia. I heard the thump of every beat of my heart, drowning out the screams.
“If you shoot my dog, I will fucking kill you and everything you have ever loved!” I screamed over the thunder of my heart in my ears. I would. If he put down my dog, he’d be next. I didn’t have my revolver, which was fucking stupid, but if I had to use my pocketknife to rip him open from mouth to asshole, I would.
The man met my gaze, his face contorted in pain. The green of his irises swirled in his bloodshot eyes. He looked familiar, but I couldn’t place it. He kept his gun aimed at my dog but moved his finger off the trigger.
I pushed Marco aside and grabbed Atheist’s collar. He had pulled the man down until he’d gotten all four paws on the ground, yanking the mangled flesh like he was in a game of tug-of-war. I had never seen that dog do that. It was like he was a different animal, not the one I raised.
“Get your goddamn dog off me!” the man screeched. Blood poured in thick red lines over his pale skin and dripped down his slacks, even staining his sock. It was a damn mess.
I lifted Atheist by the collar, his front paws dangling. The man yelled out. I twisted the leather, which did jack shit around his meaty neck. He refused to let go.
When the man’s finger wrapped around the trigger again, I socked Atheist in the mouth in a last-ditch effort to get him to release. I didn’t want to punch him, but a quick jab was better than the bullet. His blood-soaked muzzle released, and he looked at me with as much confusion as I had about him. His eyes, which were always so soft and round, were hard and focused. If I let go of his collar, he’d be on that man again in an instant. I had never seen such a thing. Atheist didn’t hate anyone like that, especially someone we’d never met.
“He ain’t ever acted like that,” I said as I held back a dog that very much looked like he acted like that. Atheist let out a rumbling bark from the depths of his belly. Blood dripped from his jowls. He looked like fucking Cujo.
The man sneered, grabbing his arm and cradling it with his other. Atheist’s body vibrated as he growled. Marco was just frozen in confusion. Neither of us would have expected that from my dog. No one spoke as I backed away, tugging him with me. He dug his heels in, trying to turn his head and body back toward the man like I was leading him away from a steak fucking dinner. I had to get him upstairs. I’d hear about it later, and deservedly so, but all I cared about was getting him away from whoever the fuckthatwas.
