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I surrender to the pleasure, feeling myself cresting in time with his powerful thrusts. My moans grow louder as waves of ecstasy wash over me, leaving me breathless and quivering.
"Yes," he moans. "You're so beautiful when you come undone for me. I'll treasure this moment forever."
He continues to rock in and out of me, drawing out my orgasm further.
"I'm going to come," he groans, his voice strained with passion. "And it's all because of you, how beautiful you are, how good your pussy feels." As he releases deep inside of me, I can feel his cock pulsing, filling me with warmth that spreads throughout my entire body. It's an intimate and satisfying connection that leaves me feeling elated.
As our breathing begins to normalize, Giovanni leans in to whisper sweet nothings against my neck, pressing soft kisses along my skin. "I'm sorry I couldn't give you this the first time," he murmurs, genuine remorse in his voice. "But I hope this will be the memory you hold onto."
"Trust me," I reply earnestly, "I remember every single one of our experiences together."
Giovanni then lifts me from the bed, carrying me to the bathroom as if I were weightless. He carefully sets me down and begins running a bath, filling it with scented bath salts. The care and attention he puts into every action is incredibly endearing. Once the tub is full, he lowers us both into the warm water, settling in behind me. His hands find my shoulders, gently massaging away any lingering tension.
As we soak, I can't help but admit my nervousness about the GPS chip. "Now that you know I was bluffing, will you still give me the codes?" I ask hesitantly.
Giovanni's quiet for a moment, seemingly considering his response. Finally, he sighs and tells me, "I'll deactivate the chip, but we have to go to the office to do it. Will you come with me?"
"Of course," I reply without hesitation, grateful for his willingness to help. As he continues to rub my shoulders, a sense of warmth and comfort fills me – something I haven't truly felt in a long time.
"Your shoulder... has it healed well?" Giovanni asks with genuine concern in his voice.
"Sometimes I still feel some pain," I admit, "but overall, it's been getting better."
"I'm sorry for that," he says softly, "I could arrange for you to go to physical therapy, if you'd like."
"Thank you, but don't bother," I tell him, touched by his offer. "I don't plan on staying here much longer. Once my father's trial is over, I need to leave to protect my family."
A worried frown creases Giovanni's brow as he processes the information. "You may not be safe out there," he warns, his voice laced with anxiety. "I understand why you feel this way, but I can't bear the thought of something happening to you."
"I don't want to put myself in danger either, but I have no other choice. My mother and sister need me," I explain, my heart heavy with the burden of responsibility.
"Maybe they could come here," he proposes, though it sounds more like a hopeful question than a statement.
"No, they'll never leave Miami. They have too many ties there," I say, shaking my head. "But thank you for caring."
He sighs deeply, his chest rising and falling against my back. "I'll think about it," he promises, looking pensive. "There has to be a solution that ensures your safety."
A strange sensation washes over me, one I can't quite place. Is it surprise? Relief? It's hard to pinpoint, but I realize that I've never had someone care for me in this way before. "Why are you so concerned for me?" I ask, genuinely curious.
Giovanni's quiet for a moment, his fingers pausing on my skin. He seems to be grappling with the question himself, as if the answer makes him uncomfortable. "I know why you want to return," he finally says, avoiding my inquiry. "My own desire to protect my family is what led me to take control of the Maldonado empire."
"Really?" I ask, intrigued. "Tell me more."
"My brothers Primo and Constantino were at each other's throats during Primo's trial. I feared that their conflict would either lead to a civil war or end with them killing one another. So, I seized control to prevent further bloodshed."
"Wow, that was brave of you," I remark, impressed by his actions.
He dismisses the comment with a wave of his hand. "It wasn't bravery, just necessity. I've always wanted nothing to do with the family business, much like Teddy. But I couldn't stand by and watch my brothers kill each other."
Listening to him talk about his family, I can't help but feel closer to him. The vulnerability in his voice is endearing, and it only serves to strengthen the connection between us. And as I lean back against him, feeling his strong arms wrapped around me, I realize that despite everything, maybe he does really care – and that is something worth holding onto.
"Where is Constantino now?" I ask, genuinely curious about his other brother.
Giovanni sighs, looking away. "I don't know. He killed someone he shouldn't have, and he had to flee. His life would be forfeit otherwise."
"Wow," I murmur, trying to imagine the weight of that burden. "What codes does your family live by?"
He hesitates for a moment, clearly torn. "I know some, but not all. I've always tried to stay out of it as much as possible. Primo knows more, and Teddy... well, Teddy surprisingly knows a lot too."
