I reach for him, flushed and urgent. “Don’t stop… please… punish me in a different way… just don’t hold back… not now.”
Giovanni lightly thumbs my cheek, his touch manipulating my skin. “You’re such a needy little thing. Aren’t you?” he asks, not requiring a response.
He holds me in an unsettling stare, his head cocked to the side and his eyes fixed on my face as he’s imagining something dark and freakish.
His fingers swipe hair away from my face. “You’re impossibly perfect,” he whispers, his hot breath on my lips.
I nibble the edge of my lip to hide the grin his praise creates. His hand glides to my collarbone, gently stroking it before he nips a few strands of my hair, letting them slip through his fingertips. It's a puzzling moment of tenderness, one where my heart grows and thumps for him. As much as I crave his dominance, I desire his affection, too.
“I don't care how angry you are about it,” I blurt out. “I’m happy I found the caves and even happier you told me the truth.”
I swallow loudly, suddenly aware of his smoky aura settling over me. Any sign of softness in his eyes disappears. In one assertive step, he bumps into me. Our chests collide and his hands are all over me again. His tongue drives into my mouth and we kiss harder, deeper, and hungrier. Both of us urgent in this attraction, the desire to fuck each other painful.
He roughly grabs my leg, hitches it high, my knee in the air. His nostrils flare as he positions his dick at my entrance, and without warning, he enters me. Fully. Forcefully. Deeply. I cry out; the sound harmonizing with his guttural groan.
“Iamangry about it.” His violent thrust shoves my shoulders into carved rock, my inner walls stretching to fit around his girth. “But I’m also so goddamn fucking relieved to see you.” He grunts. “And to be balls deep inside of you again.”
Our eyes settle on one another while he continues to pound into me. The savagery in his gaze is so sexual, so primitive.
I inhale through the extraordinary feeling of him moving inside my body. I could never grow bored of this––of him. It’s worrying how well we fit together so perfectly. How I’m a fool for this man and only see a future with him in it.
I’m only eighteen and already my whole heart belongs to a complex gangster.
His pelvis rolls to deepen the angle, and my heart races. I know he won’t allow my release, but I can’t help it. Without permission, it sparks in my core, sets fire under my skin, the hold it has on me impossible to contain.
I’m struck by his energy, how it charges through me, from the two of us fucking in this way. It initiates a climax, so intense I shake from the inside out.
“I’m… sorry… it… feels… so… good.” My eyes roll back, the words barely audible through my moans.
“Fuck,” he hisses. His strong arm snakes around my waist as he continues to ram in and out. “I’m coming too… fuck… baby… oh, fuck!”
His spine stiffens and his forehead drops to the crook of my neck. His thick grunt turns me on all over again.
Skin to skin, we inhale and exhale in the aftermath, him still inside of me and my mind racing. Carefully peeling himself off me, he pulls out, rakes his fingers through his hair, and brushes past me. He stalks across the room, saying nothing.
“Gio.” I frown when he positions himself in front of the screens and folds his arms over his bare chest. “You let me finish when you said I’d have to wait.”
He angles his head around to face me, his forehead creased and his eyes sad. “It'll feel like punishment when I take you home and leave you there. I thought I wanted to make you wait… but in the end, I needed you to fall apart for me more than I desired to punish you.”
I pad forward and witness his posture change, rolling his shoulders back. Invisible shutters slam down behind his eyes. “I’ll take you home now. Get dressed.”
My hackles rise. “But you agreed to train me, Giovanni!”
He nods. “And this is your first lesson. Obedience. Now put your clothes on.”
In the back of my mind, I remember my promise to Leo and how I told him I’d return after my jog on the beach. I can’t stay here. At least not tonight, anyway. I never want the little guy to suffer or feel alone, even if I would struggle to leave this man.
“Okay––fine,” I say, my voice uncertain. “I want to read Leo his bedtime story tonight, and then tomorrow morning I’ll rejoin you, right?”
Something passes behind his eyes. Perhaps it’s a shadow of appreciation or a glint of regret. Nevertheless, it vanishes in a heartbeat.
He shakes his head. “No.”
“No?” I repeat slowly.
“We do this my way. I need a few days to figure out who I’m working with out there.” His head jerks sideways, indicating the live footage of a dorm style room, where rows of bunk beds are occupied. “Return to Blackwater and be patient. You will do that, India. I know you can.”
My stomach knots. “Fine, but you should know Dré and Matheus are flying to Colombia. Your enemies aren’t the only ones hunting me. Your brother is coming for me too, Gio, and he won’t take no for an answer.”
