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I eventually get curious to see what Gia is up to and open the camera app on my phone. The room is so damn big it takes me a few minutes to see her curled up in one of the large chairs that my mother placed near one of the large windows, reading a book. I can’t quite make out the expression on her face through the camera, but she seems to be into whatever she’s reading, biting her lip every so often. I narrow my eyes. What the hell is she reading?
Finally, I can’t stand it anymore, and get to my feet, heading out of the office and down the hall to the library. When I open the door, I find Davide just inside, and when he sees me, he steps out, and closes the door behind him, leaving Gia and I alone. Not that she’s noticed my presence, still reading, completely engrossed. She doesn’t even look up when I reach her, stepping behind her chair, and looking down over her shoulder.
I arch a brow at what I’m reading over her shoulder. It seems my sweet little mouse likes to read romance novels. And currently the scene she’s reading is pure filth, considering the man is fucking the woman into the mattress while she’s got her arms tied above her head. Fire shoots through my veins at the thought of Gia in that position. Fuck, I’m definitely going to have to see about that. And from the way she’s biting her lip, I’d say she’s enjoying it. She might be a virgin, but she’s no innocent when it comes to knowing about sex if this is what she reads.
She lets out a gasp of surprise when I lean down, cupping her throat gently and whispering in her ear, “Does that excite you,topolina? Reading how he has her at his mercy, able to do whatever he wants with her. I bet it makes your pussy nice and wet, just thinking about it.”
She swallows hard under my hand, and she slams the book shut, making me smirk. “I-It’s just a book,” she rasps out, clearly embarrassed, refusing to look at me.
“Is it? Then why did you just slam it shut, hmm? Maybe I want you to read it to me. Let me see what you like.”
She turns her head slightly and glares at me, embarrassment still darkening her cheeks. “You don’t need to make fun of me.”
I arch a brow. “You think I’m making fun of you?”
Her glare deepens. “Yes, I do.”
I chuckle. “Topolina, the last thing I want to do is make fun of you.” I tighten my hand on her throat ever so slightly, making her eyes widen in reaction. “What I want to know is what about this book makes you want to read it. Because books are nothing like real life. And those men, they would never measure up to a real one.”
She gives me a taunting look as she replies, “In your case, you’d be the villan of the story. And you have it backwards. It’s the real ones that can’t live up to the fictional.”
“Ah, but villans have much more fun. None of those pesky morals and good intentions getting in the way. So when the villan gets the girl he wants, he can show her all the dark and naughty things she’s secretly been dreaming of.” I can’t resist nipping at her ear, making her gasp. “Because no woman wants a nice guy in her bed,topolina. As much as women want a nice guy on their arms, in bed, they want the villain. Isn’t that right, Gia?”
“I-I don’t…” she stammers out and then trails off, her eyes fluttering closed as I continue to trail my lips against her jaw.
“You were so engrossed in your book when I came in, you didn’t even look up from what you were reading,” I continue, moving down to the smooth line of her neck. “So I think that you like what you were reading,cara mia, and I want to know what about it excites you. Were you picturing yourself in her position? Completely helpless while your sweet little pussy was being fucked? Would you scream or would you beg for more, I wonder?” Her breath hitches, and when I move my gaze to hers, she’s staring straight ahead, eyes glazed over as she takes in my words. Even through her bra and shirt, I can see her nipples are pebbled. It seems Gia De Luca has a naughty side, and I don’t think I have ever been so hard in my damn life thinking about how I’m going to bring it out of her. “I can’t wait to find out,” I breathe, pressing a kiss to the pulse in her throat, before gently nipping at it, making her give a low moan.
“Nico,” she rasps, the book falling to the floor as she brings her hand up to clutch my wrist. But instead of pulling it away from her throat, she grips me tighter.
“Mmmm, yes, I want to hear you say my name just like that when I’m deep inside you, Gia,” I tell her. She shudders, her eyes blazing hotter as she slowly turns her head to look at me. “But I also want to hear you scream it,” I add, before I lean forward and press my mouth to hers, unable to hold myself back any longer.
She may not be skilled, but the woman makes up for it with enthusiasm. She meets me head on, not shying away like I thought she would. I waste no time in removing my hand from her throat, and lifting her from the couch, letting her wrap her legs around my waist. I use one hand to grip her ass, working the other into her thick hair, gripping it in my fist and holding her in place as I devour her mouth.
I carry her to the wall beside the large window, pressing her tight against it. Fuck, this woman, she heats my blood in ways I’ve never felt, and I can’t get enough. I want to take her right here, feel her squeeze so damn tight around my cock. But I won’t. I might be a villain in her story, but I won’t fuck her the first time against a damn wall.
She gives a low moan into my mouth when I grind against her, letting her feel what she’s doing to me. She doesn’t reciprocate, not that I expected she would, but she doesn’t push me away either, her arms come up around my neck, and into my hair, much like mine is in hers. Her nails scrape lightly along my scalp and send streaks of fire down to my balls.
I rip my mouth away from hers, moving it along her jaw and neck again, before I get to the top of her simple shirt. Fuck, I want this off of her. I look up at her, and see her watching me with heated eyes, ready and willing to give me whatever the hell I want. I have to fight the urge to give in, to tear the shirt to shreds and feast on her. Instead, I watch her as I move my hand from her hair and down along her front, over the swell of her breast, and purposely brushing across her straining nipple. She sucks in a sharp breath, and I give her a slow, smug smile. She doesn’t stop me as I move to the hem of her shirt, pushing under it, until I feel her heated skin. She quivers under my touch, and goosebumps follow my fingers as I make my way up to her bra, cupping her breast in my hand. Her eyes go wide as I use the pad of my thumb to rub and then pinch at the hardened peaks.
“Mmm, do you like that,topolina?” I ask her in a low voice, watching her carefully.
“I-I-I,” she stammers, swallowing hard and letting out a small whimper when I pinch her nipple. Give her that little taste of how pleasure and pain can meld together perfectly.
“You need to use your words, Gia,” I instruct, moving my hand to the other breast and giving it the same treatment. “Do you like this?” I ask her again, pinching a little harder this time.
“Oh, God,” she whimpers. “It hurts, but it…” She trails off when I pull my hand away.
“But it feels good, doesn’t it?” I whisper, pulling my hand from her shirt. “You know what would feel even better, Gia? My mouth. I bet I could make you feel all kinds of good things with my mouth on your pretty tits. I could suck, bite, and soothe them.” Her mouth drops open at my words, but the heat in her eyes tells me she’s on board with the idea. “Though, maybe, you want me to be the villain I am and not ask you, huh? Just push up this shirt, and suck you into my mouth.” She blinks once, twice, and then swallows hard. Her grip in my hair tightens ever so slightly, like she’s not ready for me to stop. And that’s all the encouragement I need. “Then it’s a good thing I’m no hero, isn’t it?”
I don’t waste anymore time, pushing her shirt up over her breasts, reaching behind her to quickly undo the clasp on her bra and pulling the cups down. And before the first gasp leaves her mouth, I lower my head and take one hard nipple into my mouth.
Sometimes, being a villain has its advantages.
CHAPTER19
Gia
Oh.My. God. I have never felt anything like this. Books don’t even get close to describing how it feels to have Nico’s mouth on me. Or how the sensations moving through me make me want to both crawl out of my skin and pull him closer. Or maybe it’s him, but the man is seriously driving me insane.
