I push to stand, grabbing her waist and taking her body halfway up with me, unwilling to stop my feast. I devour her pussy with all of the roughness I’m feeling, her lifted body completely in my control.
I let go and she falls to the bed with a gasp. I wipe the back of my hand over my mouth. “Back.”
She scoots, keeping her eyes on me until she gets a full view of my hard cock hitting my stomach as I crawl onto the bed. There’s no more speaking; she knows what I want, and I know what she wants.
I crawl on top of her waiting body, and nestle my body at her entrance, pushing in, in one thrust.
“Sempre,” I vow as I push into her again and again.
“English,” she pants, a small smile gracing her luscious mouth, and then moans as her body moves faster, chasing her orgasm.
I fuck her hard, my hands gripping her wrists baring her breasts that bounce with my thrusts. I fuck her until she screams my name so loud it leaves her voice raw, as raw as she’s left my heart.
I bring my lips to her ear and whisper, “It means always.”
We’ve been lying in bed eating cold pasta and playing cards for an hour, happy in our bliss.
“You’re a cheat,” I accuse.
Not only does she cheat at poker, but she’s terrible at it.
“Sore loser.” She laughs, and I kiss her; it’s chaste, but I like that I can do it whenever I want.
My phone starts buzzing on the nightstand, and I ignore it.
“You gonna get that?”
“No,” I answer, dealing more cards onto her naked stomach.
It begins to buzz again. “Luca, make sure it isn’t about Ella.”
I nod and grab the phone to look at the number. My brow furrows when I see who’s calling.Church.What the fuck could be happening?
Her smile wavers at my worried face.
“Who is it?”
I start to answer, but a text message from Matteo comes in just as the call ends.
Matteo: Luca. You’re needed. It’s Shelby. Get here.
I hit the number and call back, standing from where I was lying with Gretchen. Her face fills with worry, and she comes to her knees on the bed.
“Luca, what’s going on? Is it Ella?”
She reaches up and grabs my face, forcing me to look at her. I shake my head just as the call connects. Her eyes are boring into mine, and I twist to move away from her, but she grips my arms hard to keep me close.
“Luca. Man…” Matteo rushes out. He sounds frazzled, worried.
“What the fuck is she doing there?” I bite out, angry that she had the audacity to interrupt my night.
“Not what, who. She came in with Giovanni, Luca. She’s fucking Giovanni.”
Son of a bitch. I should’ve known. She went right to the top of the food chain. Except he isn’t. I am.
“But you know Gio…he’s fucked up.” Matteo’s voice is regretful, and the reality of this conversation sets in.
Giovanni is known for his cruelty toward women. What he does to the ones he dates is well-known; what he does to the ones in the shadows is only known by me. It’s a secret I’ve kept for the women he’s hurt, and the bullet I hold to his head. I made him stop his “urges” a long time ago, but I’ve always worried they would eat at him and he’d act out again. If he’s hurt Shelby, it’s a message for me.
