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"Clearly," Giulia smiles back at me finally, and it's a stunning sight. "And…do you still want that?"
"Always. What can I say? Trouble is more fun."
Her eyes settle on my lips. "I meant, do you still want to make me yours?"
Her whisper takes my breath away because I want this woman to be mine more than anything—and I want to be hers. I tighten my hold on her, relishing her soft curves and the intimacy of this moment. I've fallen obsessively in love with this woman, but saying it outright might spook her right now. So instead, I kiss her hard to convey how I feel.
Immediately, the magnetic attraction permeating the air between us since I walked into the room punches through me. I'm painfully hard as Giulia's tongue slides against mine, and she whimpers as we stumble toward the massive bed.
She starts working on my belt, but I tug her shirt off and press her against the sheets so I can lick and suck on those perfect breasts and nipples that have been teasing me. She moans softly and arches her back to give me more access, fingers threading through my hair.
“I missed you,mio simpatico piantagrane,”she breathes. "And God, why do you have to be so damn persistent? Pushing you away was fucking difficult."
I smile against her skin as I work my way down to kiss her stomach, caressing her hips as I slip the sweatpants off and press my fingers against her wet panties.
"Could've fooled me. Come to think of it, I should find a way to punish you for walking out on me at your party like that."
Before she can get what I'm saying, I flip Giulia over and smack her ass. She gasps and twists faster than I expected, skillfully taking me to bed and making my pulse skyrocket. Her hair spills free of its bun as she does this, tumbling over her shoulder. I realize she's trying to pin me—and she clearly knows what she's doing because she nearly succeeds. Before she can, I reach down and pinch her clit through her panties, which makes her whimper and bite her lip.
God, it's hot when she gets pushy. I lean up and capture her lips again, moaning when she starts grinding against me insistently.
"Strip," she breathes when I begin kissing down her neck.
I nip her ear. Teasing her is literally impossible to resist. I live for all of her reactions. "Make me, cutie."
Giulia half-groans, half-growls, and then she rolls away and slips her panties off, giving me a flushed, daring glare as her fingers slip between her legs. I swear colorfully when she starts pleasuring herself right in front of me.
"Fuck me, or I'll do it myself, Giovanni."
Fuck, how could I possibly hold out? I get my clothes off like they're on fire and grab her hands from where I want to be, pinning them over her head as I shove into her hard. We both moan at the feeling, and I bury my face in the crook of Giulia's neck when she arches her hips again to take me deeper.
“Per favore fottimi, ho bisogno di te,Roberto,”she whimpers in my ear.
Please fuck me; I need you.
I couldn't agree more and begin thrusting into her as our mouths find each other again. I drive into her repeatedly, addicted to every little gasp and moan she makes against my lips until finally, her fingers rake down my back, and she cries out as she clenches around me. I lose myself as my orgasm hits me with blinding intensity, finally groaning her name against her throat as I finally start to come down from the high.
"God, I love when you say my name," I chuckle breathlessly, pulling back to admire how pretty she is when she's flushed and panting after I get my way with her. "It's fucking hot when you try to manhandle me,Bellissima.I needed that—neededyou."
She grins back, blowing a dark curl out of her face. Then she surprises me by leaning up to gently kiss the bullet wound scar near my heart, sending another jolt of desire through me.
"I need you too, and I promise I won't run or hide from us again."
Chapter 24
Giulia
Ichoseanexcellentlocation to lay low; the last three days with Roberto here have been nothing short of paradise.
He’s woken me up every morning either by going down on me or grinding against my ass while whispering dirty things in Italian in my ear. We’ve spent most of our time in bed, exploring the streets of charming Positano hand in hand, or walking on the beach and swapping banter and old stories.
I’ve told him all about Princeton, meeting Amanda, instances from my childhood, and I even shared with him the brief story of the first time I extorted an upper-class business conglomerate. He was very impressed and tried to one-up me by telling me about how he’s successfully tracked down informants leaking Giovanni secrets.
Two things have become abundantly clear with our oodles of conversation: Firstly, Roberto and I have had similarly mafia-ridden upbringings, and secondly, I don’t think I could ever get bored talking with him.
And, of course, our nights are mostly spent tangled in the sheets and moaning. I suspect my being pregnant with his baby is a serious turn-on for him because whenever I mention it, he starts getting hot and bothered and can’t keep his hands off me.
Not that I mind, obviously—because Roberto Giovanni is really fucking sexy, and he’s as insatiable as I am.
