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“Like this?” I thrust harder, pulling him out of me before plunging back down, not minding the sting of his width spreading me.
“Fuck, just like that. Your greedy little cunt likes to swallow me hard, doesn’t it?”
Giancarlo grabbed my waist and spun us around, laying me on the bed and pulling one of my legs above his shoulder. He pulled his cock all the way out, studying the way he poked at my entrance, teasing me with his head.
“Jesus, your pussy is made just for me. Look at how good it takes me. Does it hurt, Fiore mio?” He asked, plunging harder into me before retreating again.
“Barely. It feels better with the slight pain.”
He thrust into me shallowly, watching us with reverence, murmuring with each pump. “My pussy. My wife. Mine. So. Fucking. Mine.”
Giancarlo let his body slump over mine, his hand trapped between us with his thumb pressing on my clit. He flicked it while thrusting deep into me, his lips taking over mine with hunger.
“Oh my God, that’s amazing,” I moaned, my voice coming out unrecognizable, heavy with lust and need. “Please don’t stop,” I begged.
“You’re gonna come for me, Wife. And I’m going to fill this beautiful cunt with my cum.”
“Yes.”
He plunged harder, the headboard of my bed hitting the wall on repeat. His grunts were primal, making me climb that ladder to bliss without warning.
“Oh God, I…” My eyes squeezed shut as pleasure took over my whole body, my husband stilling and roaring his orgasm right alongside me.
“That’s it. Take it. Every last drop of me.”
With a final pump, Giancarlo slumped onto me, our chests heaving in unison.
I never wanted him to move. This is where he belonged, buried deep inside me.
“You chucked your wedding ring in the rose bush.” He said, his voice accusatory.
“You weren’t coming back. Honor made it so, right?”
“Honor means nothing if I can’t have you.” My heart skipped a beat, but reason was quick to counter.
“But you can’t have me. You gave me up.”
“I have a new deal for your father. Either way, you’re mine whether we reach an understanding or not.” He pulled my hand towards him and placed my wedding ring back on my finger. “I’ve married you, fucked you, and claimed you. Maybe my baby is already seeded inside you. All that’s left is killing for you, and I’m damn good at that. As long as you still want to be mine.”
I paused for a moment, soaking his words in with all the hidden meanings behind them, watching as his face grew anxious with my compass.
“I’m yours, Giancarlo.”
“Good.” His lips spread with a sincere smile. “Because I’ve been yours since the moment I first saw you, and I couldn’t bear to lose the only other person I love tonight.”
Chapter 9
Giancarlo
Whoever said tranquility reigns after a storm has never been in the eye of a Mafia war.
The first storm was nothing but a little tempest, feeding the real hell brewing on the horizon. Moretti would pay for what he did, and one day I would, too, for my share of the fault in what happened. But right now I was laser focused on the former.
“Last night you spoke about a new deal,” Elena started, as her gentle hands attended to the nasty wound on my shoulder. Her eyes swerved from mine back to my skin, avoiding my gaze after laying out the first words of what was plaguing her.
“I’m stepping up, Elena. Becoming who you need me to be and killing that fucker while I do it.” I replied, not wanting to get into the details before it was time.
She noticed my half-truth, her jaw ticking as she bit down on her molars.
