Call it lust, love, or simply obsession, it really doesn’t matter. Whatever it is unequivocally connects us.
Placing a hand to my solar plexus, he skates his fingertips over each breast before leisurely moving to my shorts, where he pierces a hole in the satin using the blade and rips them apart.
I tug at my hands, aching to touch him, only to hear the clank of metal hitting.
He smiles down at me. “Bad girls need to be restrained. I couldn’t let you cut me open while we’re fucking… even though I’d happily bleed for you.”
“And I’d bleed for you,” I say honestly.
Flat on my back, he moves between my legs, tips over my pelvis, and spits where my pubic bone is. I’m already wet, but the glint in his eyes tells me he’s living out our shared fantasy.
I drop my chin to my chest and lift myself off the floor a fraction to see better. His middle finger glides through the spittle and makes a shape.
“Did you just draw a heart on me?” I ask, unable to hide my girly grin.
“It’s for target practice.” He returns my smile with a devastatingly sexy smirk. “I’ll fill inside of the lines with my cum… make it pretty.”
With his eyes on mine, he dips a finger inside of me and traps his bottom lip between his teeth, appearing to blend with the shadows in his black attire. It’s quickly followed by another, the squelching sound of the movement competing with my heaving breathing.
“You’re so beautiful and greedy for my dick.” His irises darken. “That’s what you want, isn’t it? To be taken on the kitchen floor as my little whore.”
“Yes,” I groan. “Take off your shirt. Let me see all of you.”
He doesn’t delay, taking back his hand and hauling his t-shirt up and over his head. The energetic way he removes it messes up his hair. All I see are tattooed muscles moving in the moonlight and his pants coming off next.
“You’ll let me go to him, won’t you?” I ask when he parts my legs at the knees and scoops his hand under my ass.
“Fuck… India,” he growls. “You’re thinking about my brother again.”
He bares his teeth at me and thrusts in hard. I cry out from relief, but the fullness is almost painful.
“Not like that.” I moan. “I don’t think of Dré in that—”
Giovanni is over the top of me in a heartbeat, his hand on my mouth, stopping me mid-speech. “Say my brother's name when my dick is filling you and you’ll never see him again.”
I nod, my lips still held under his hand, and raise my legs to wrap his hips, doing my best to hold him in whatever way I can. His eyes blaze, each dominant thrust becoming harder than the last. Every time he slams back in, my chest echoes from my muffled groans.
His weight pins me down, and the chain prevents me from going anywhere. There’s no way I could escape him, even if I had wanted to.
Pleasure builds in my core as the hand smothering my mouth jumps to the floor near my head for balance. Whiskered lips crash onto mine and his tongue slides inside.
“I guess this means you’ve won,” he mumbles into my mouth, his voice the catalyst for a monstrous climax charging through me.
He’s a trained killer. A notorious sicario for the most powerful cartel in the world. His brother is like my brother. Yet somehow, none of that matters when I’m with him.
I’ve seen the cold-hearted savagery that lives within him and equally experienced his compassion.
When my heart-stopping orgasm finally eases, he withdraws, pumps his dick, and messily comes all over the saliva smeared heart.
“My cum looks good on you, baby,” he stares at me from under heavy eyelids and shifts back a bit.
Lowering his face, he flattens his tongue and collects his splattered cum on the tip of it. I’m breathless when he looms over my face and sticks his tongue into my mouth. The salty taste of it mingles from him to me.
“We taste fucking good together too.” He winks and I stupidly blush from the way it affects me.
I wiggle my fingers to get the feeling back in my hands, happy for him to unravel the chain. Scooping me into his arms, he carries me out of the kitchen with my temple pressed to his shoulder and the back of my knees draped over his forearm.
This house isn’t my safe place. Gio is. Right here, next to his strong heartbeat.
