22. Dario
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DARIO
E very single shred of control in me snaps the moment my lips crash against Ginny’s. I’ve been struggling to rein myself in all night, but after seeing another man’s filthy hands on her, touching my woman, my wife, I lose it completely.
But she’s not really your wife—you feel nothing for her, remember?
The thought creeps in, a mocking voice in the back of my mind, taunting me. I shove it aside, burying it in the darkest corner of my head.
It doesn’t matter what our arrangement is supposed to mean. Not now. Not when I’m holding her like this, tasting her, feeling the heat of her body against mine.
For now, all that matters is this moment, and the fire burning between us.
My hand slides into the back of her hair, gripping just enough to tilt her head as I deepen the kiss, my tongue teasing hers while my other hand pulls her body flush against mine. She moans into my mouth, melting against me, and the sound drives me wild.
I tug her bottom lip between my teeth, biting just enough to make her gasp—a sound that only ignites the fire already raging inside me. I’ve been craving this all day, burning with the need to touch her, to claim her since I walked away from her this morning.
I feel her nails digging into my skin through the fabric of my tux, her body trembling under my touch. The sensation sends a thrill through me, pushing me to the edge of control. I want to mark her, to leave a reminder for anyone foolish enough to come near her. I need everyone to know she’s mine—no one else can have her.
“Dario,” she gasps, her breath hitching as my hand slides over her exposed thigh, slipping beneath the slit of her dress.
“I’ve been dying to do this all night,” I growl, gripping the soft flesh of her thigh and letting my thumb glide over the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. “This fucking dress...”
She lets out a choked gasp, her hand tangling in the hair at the nape of my neck, pulling me closer, her need mirroring my own.
“Someone could come in,” she breathes, her voice shaking with desire, but there’s no conviction behind the words.
As if on cue, the elevator pings, signaling that we are approaching the ground floor. I trail my eyes over her face, which glows with pure desire. Her eyes are dark pools full of lust as she looks up at me, her lips red and swollen from our passionate kissing, her lipstick now smudged.
The sight only enhances the arousal burning low in my belly and stokes the heat coursing through my veins.
The elevator comes to a stop, and with our hands still firmly intertwined, we step out. The lobby is almost deserted, save for the receptionist, who looks up at the sound of Ginny’s heels clicking against the tiled floor. But I don’t care who’s watching. I’m not letting go of her tonight.
Outside the main entrance ahead of us, I can still make out the small crowd of reporters and photographers standing there, probably waiting to capture the guests that are arriving late.
Grabbing her hand tighter, I pull Ginny toward the side exit which leads to the back of the garage. She stumbles along beside me while I quickly text my driver to meet us by the valet entrance.
The short journey feels longer, and all I can think about is how I want to kiss her again so badly and how much I need to be inside her. Just thinking about it is enough to get me painfully hard.
As we step through the side door, the cool air of the garage envelops us. The faint hum of fluorescent lights casts a sterile glow that illuminates the rows of parked vehicles. Just ahead, I immediately spot the Lamborghini Urus parked ahead, the polished exterior gleaming under the soft light.
I squeeze Ginny’s hand as we approach the car, and on spotting us, my driver, Timoteo, pulls open the door.
The moment we climb into the luxurious leather seats, I take Ginny’s face into my hands before leaning down to devour her lips like a starving man. This time, she eagerly returns the kiss and wraps her arms around my neck, her fingers gripping tightly at my shoulders.
The kiss is heated, hungry, and utterly desperate. I slide my hand under the slit of her dress again, feeling the familiar warmth between her legs. She moans as she tilts her hips, urging my hands higher.
“Fuck, Ginny,” I groan before pulling her roughly across my lap over my throbbing erection.
The sounds of our heated breathing echo off the walls of the car. Timoteo, who is still standing by the car, can hear us by now, and the thought of him hearing the sounds of Ginny’s moans fills me with feral possessiveness.
I want to ask him to get out, but when Ginny rolls her hips over me, I can’t form coherent thoughts anymore. All I can think about is the feel of the sleek curves of Ginny’s ass under her dress and how I want to get her naked.
My dick strains against my pants, begging me to unzip the fly, slide her panties to the side, and fuck her with her dress on. I want to be rough. I want to rip her clothes off until I can see every inch of her smooth porcelain skin. But it’ll be our first time, and a part of me that deeply cares about her wants it to be special.
“We should head home,” I groan against Ginny’s lips.
She makes a low sound of protest in her throat before rolling her hips again.
“Shit, Ginny,” I groan, grabbing the back of her neck to keep her still. “Keep doing that, and I’ll fuck you right here without caring if anyone sees or hears us.”
The rough edge of my voice has an opposite effect on her. A blush spreads across her face and throughout her entire body until I am absolutely sure she is completely flushed.
“But the drive home is long,” she whines, her soft breath hitting my face.
And she’s right. I don’t think I can wait thirty minutes with Ginny right beside me while Timoteo drives us home. At some point, I’ll end up fucking her with my driver right in the front.
I grip her hips tightly, my fingers digging in as I weigh my options. An idea sparks in my head, and I press a short kiss against her lips before lifting her body off me.
“I can take us somewhere.”
Stepping down, I shut the door behind me and grab the car keys from Timoteo. Nearby, there’s an old property of the Bianchi’s, one of those that collapsed and is now sealed off under my control.
I slide into the driver’s seat after sending Timoteo away, pull the car out of the garage, and out the back of the hotel. I grip the steering wheel firmly, my body almost shaking due to the pent-up arousal and tension in the car.
Ginny remains quiet behind me, but I can hear the sounds of her harsh breathing in the rear compartment. After five torturous minutes, we arrive at the gate to the estate located in the quiet residential quarters of the city.
The two security guards on duty recognize me immediately and push the sliding gates open. I order them not to let anyone in before moving forward.
The car’s headlights cut through the dim light as I drive in. My gaze is drawn to the side of the building that has collapsed; debris strewn across the ground in huge blocks. I maneuver cautiously through the quiet garage, navigating potholes and uneven pavements before finally finding a spot near the edge, away from the wreckage.
The moment I shift the car into park, I quickly get down from the driver’s seat and rush into the backseat. I pull the door open, and Ginny’s hands grasp tightly onto my clothes, pulling me in with her. I try to climb her body by pushing her into a lying position, but she has other plans.
Her hands grip my shoulders as she pushes me back against the seat before climbing over to straddle my waist. There is no patience, no restraint as our mouths find each other, our tongues dancing in frenzied passion.
All thoughts of taking it slow disappear to the back of my brain as she licks and bites my neck, our hands fumbling with the several layers of clothing between our bodies.
She pushes my tuxedo jacket down my shoulders, and I quickly slide it off before fumbling with the zip at the back of her dress. Our gasps and moans intermingle as she unbuttons my shirt halfway before undoing the buckle of my belt.
When her zip gets stuck, she slips her hands out of the sleeves and pulls the dress down her front, leaving it around her middle.
I suck in a sharp breath at the sight of the red lace bra that covers her perky breasts.
“You said I should wear red,” she murmurs, staring at me through her heated gaze.
I slip my hands between her thighs and cup her clothed pussy.
“Is this red, too?” I growl, slipping the flimsy material to the side and rubbing my thumb over her wet, swollen lips.
“Yes,” she moans, her fingers biting my shoulders.
I press my mouth directly on top of her soft breasts, opening my mouth to take one clothed nipple between my teeth. She grabs my head roughly with both hands, rolling her hips over my fingers as I suck her nipple.
“Fuck, Dario,” she gasps. “I want you now.”
I let out another growl when she slips her hands into my briefs and grabs my dick. That’s when I turn feral.
Grabbing her panties, I roughly tug the fabric. She lets out a soft gasp as it snaps before I discard it on the ground. My dick stands out proudly as I completely pull it out, its tip pointed up towards my chest. I take pleasure in watching Ginny’s eyes widen a fraction at it before she positions herself above me and slowly slides down.
She moans, and my hands dig painfully into her hips as she takes me in, inch by inch, until my cock is completely buried inside her. I lean forward to pull her lips into a kiss, giving her a few seconds to adjust to my size.
The kiss turns frantic in seconds, and soon she’s gripping my shoulders to push me back.
Taking her lead, I watch with hooded eyes as she lifts her hips up before slamming down on my length. I grab her hips to support her as she gets into a steady rhythm, rocking, grinding, and thrusting.
Pleasure shoots through my entire body, spreading warmth throughout my veins and making my heart race. I focus on her face, the sheen of sweat on her forehead, her wild, dark hair cascading down her waist, and the sweet moans falling out of her lips as she continues to ride me.
Her soft sounds drive me absolutely insane, the sound of it only heightening the arousal pulsating within my veins.
My fingers dig into her hipbones as she picks up her pace, thrusting and grinding. My hands gather her hair to the back of her head before wrapping it around one wrist.
“Dario,” she moans as I tug her head backward to kiss her neck.
My tongue traces along her pulse point as my free hand grabs one of her breasts and squeezes firmly. Our moans mixed with grunts fill the silent garage as we rock faster, harder, deeper until...
“Oh fuck, I’m going to come,” she moans out loud.
My fingers clutch her waist even tighter as I thrust upward to meet her in the middle. Soon her body trembles as the wave of her orgasm crashes over her. She lets out a cry that is torn from her throat, and I feel my body tense up, my orgasm coursing through my veins like liquid fire, burning all the way down to my toes.
“Fuck,” I grunt as she comes down from her high, rolling her hips slowly as I ride out my climax.
Then she looks down at me, her cheeks flushed, her hazel eyes still glossy with lust. I stare at her for a moment, our breaths both heavy as the reality of what we just did comes crashing down on us.
“We didn’t use protection,” she says a bit shyly, biting her lower lip.
“I’m so sorry…I didn’t think. But I’m clean.” My voice comes out harder than I intended.
She swallows and nods. “Me, too. And I’m on the pill.”
When I crafted my revenge plan that involved marrying Ginny, pregnancy and children never crossed my mind. But now, the thought doesn’t seem as bad as it would have a few months ago.
And that is bad. Very bad.
Something is happening between Ginny and I, and if I don’t nip it at the bud, it’s going to eat the both of us whole.