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He pulls out slightly, then pushes back in, more gently this time. But it's not enough. My desire for him overrides the pain, and I urge him to go faster, harder – just like he was going to give it to me earlier.
Giovanni hesitates, but my determination wins out. He starts to thrust fast and hard, every movement sending a jolt of agony through me. But as the pain begins to blur with pleasure, something unexpected happens: instead of degrading me, he apologizes.
"I'm sorry, but I can't stop," he says, his voice strained. "Your pussy feels so good, and you asked for this. I'm just giving you what you wanted."
His words only fuel my desire, and I cling to him, urging him on. The last of the tears leave my eyes as he finally pulses deep inside of me. We lay there for a moment, our breathing heavy and uneven, sweat slicking our bodies.
In the aftermath, I realize that I've lost my virginity to Giovanni – and I'm grateful. My father won't be able to sell it off like some commodity now. It's mine, and I've given it willingly to the man who has consumed my thoughts and desires for so long.
But when he tries to pull me into his embrace, I can't accept his kindness. I slip out of bed and hurry to the bathroom, locking the door behind me. His footsteps follow, and he knocks.
"Lulu, open up!"
"Go away!" I yell, but he doesn't relent.
"Lulu, I will break down this door," he says in a threatening tone.
"Go ahead," I dare him.
Instead, I hear a soft click as the lock releases, and there he stands – naked, his body glistening with sweat.
I take in the sight of him: the dark hair plastered to his forehead, his eyes filled with concern, and the lean muscles that seem to ripple beneath his skin. My attraction to him is undeniable, but I can't quite comprehend what just happened between us.
"I thought you were going to break down the door," I say, my voice wavering.
"Picking the lock is the same thing," he replies, a hint of a smile playing on his lips.
Despite everything, I can't help but feel drawn to him – this complex man who straddles the line between darkness and light.
Giovanni's tall, lean frame approaches me, trapping me against the bathroom vanity. The scent of our mingled sweat and desire fills the small space as he leans against me, his breath warm on my neck. "You need to let me take care of you," he murmurs, his voice soothing over my frayed emotions. "Stop fighting me."
I swallow hard, my eyes stinging with unshed tears. "I don't know how to do that," I admit, feeling more vulnerable than I ever have before.
"Let me show you," he says softly, his eyes searching mine. "Follow my lead just this once. Let me do something nice for you."
Hesitation gnaws at me, but there's something in his eyes – a sincerity that I can't ignore. "Okay," I whisper, giving in.
With surprising tenderness, he scoops me up into his arms and carries me back to the bed. He tucks us both under the covers, and despite my earlier resistance, I find myself curling into him, craving his warmth and comfort. His fingers stroke my hair gently, soothing away the tangled mess of thoughts and emotions that had been plaguing me.
"I'm sorry," he whispers, his breath tickling my ear. "I didn't know."
"It's okay," I reply, my voice barely audible. "I should've told you. But I wanted it."
He lets out a slow, shaky breath. "I'll make it up to you somehow."
We lay there in silence for a while, the heaviness of our actions settling between us like a dense fog. But then Giovanni breaks the silence, his voice low and apologetic. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you about the GPS chip. But if I hadn't done it, I wouldn't have known Ethan was trying to kidnap you. I wouldn't have been able to save you."
I don't respond at first, weighing his words carefully in my mind. "The device needs to come out," I say firmly.
Giovanni hesitates, his expression pained. "It's going to be very painful because of the scar tissue. But I can deactivate it."
"Then do it," I demand, anger flaring within me once more.
He sighs, his hand coming up to cup my chin gently, turning my face towards his. "Right now, there are people who want to harm you. I won't let that happen." He pauses, his eyes searching mine for something indiscernible.
"Why do you care if I'm killed? It would solve a problem for you, wouldn't it?" I choke out.
Instead of answering my question, he leans in and captures my lips with his, the kiss gentle yet insistent. "I won't let anything happen to you," he murmurs against my mouth, but he doesn't address my question.
