The Accardi Twins: A Mafia Romance Duet

Chapter 28

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Gia

S hock splays across his face, and I wish I didn’t have to tell him, but made men are the worst gossips, and I’d hate for Joshua to hear this from anyone else. “It happened in Nepal. I was the only female there, spending months training with a ton of sexually frustrated made men. It was bound to happen.”

A look of horror washes over his face, and I can guess where his mind has gone.

“I didn’t sleep with all of them!” I rush to clarify in case he thinks I’m a total ho-bag. “I was having sex with the same three guys for a few months while there. Sometimes one on one. Sometimes it was a threesome or a foursome.” I take his hands in mine again. “A few times a couple of the guys got it on.” That was seriously so freaking hot. As long as I live, I’ll never forget being nailed by Aldo while watching Marrone drive his dick into Cascio’s ass alongside us.

“Jesus. I’m not sure I want details.”

“I don’t want to go there either. I wanted to make you aware in case anyone says anything.”

“Who were they, and have you had sex with them since you returned to the US?”

I shake my head. “We drew a line under it when we left Nepal. It’s been strictly professional since then.” I give him Marrone’s and Cascio’s names. “The other guy was Aldo,” I add in a softer voice. “How did he die?”

Joshua winces a little. “You really want to know?”

I nod. I already know it wouldn’t have been pleasant.

“He was staked to the wall of the ship and barely recognizable. They had ripped him to shreds. He was one of the men who had his chip hacked out.”

Pain sits on my chest. I didn’t love him, but we had some good times together. He helped make Nepal more bearable, and he was one of the good guys. “He didn’t deserve to die like that.”

“He didn’t. None of them did.”

I lean into him, and his arms automatically go around me. “How many more will die gruesome deaths before this is over?”

“Too many.” His voice is solemn and laden with the burden of responsibility I know he must feel.

I climb to my feet and offer him my hand. “Then we should live every moment to the fullest. For us and for those who are no longer here. They died so we could live to see another day. I don’t want to spend any more time talking about death or the mafioso or our past lovers.”

“Amen to that.” He takes my hand and stands. “Thank you for telling me.”

“Do you feel differently about me now?”

“I would never hold something you did before you met me against you. And it doesn’t change how I feel about you. But there is one thing you need to know.” He holds my face in his hands. “I won’t share you. Not ever. You’re mine and only mine.”

“I feel the same way. I won’t share you either, and I don’t want any other man. I only want you.”

“You’re sure about this?” he asks, pulling me into his bedroom when we get back to his parents’ house.

I dump my weekend bag on the ground and circle my arms around his neck. “Surer than I’ve been about anything in a long time.”

“Thank fuck.” His hands curve around my ass. “I think I’d die of blue balls if you changed your mind.”

“Fuck me, Joshua. Make me yours.”

He scoops me up in his arms, like I’m precious cargo, and walks over to the ginormous king bed, carefully setting me down on the mattress.

I watch with lust-fueled eyes as he slowly undresses, removing his cuff links and watch first and placing them down on the bedside table. Leaning down, he kisses me, and I hook my hand around his neck, driving my fingers into his soft hair, desperate to feel him moving inside me. I move to unbutton his shirt, but he pulls back, shaking his head. “Patience, honey. We only get this first once, and I want to savor every second.”

God, this man. How he has gone from cold and closed off to this in the past few months is beyond me. It’s like the cage is gone and he’s finally setting himself free. Emotion crashes into me as I watch him remove his shirt, socks and shoes and pants until he’s only in his boxers. The hard outline of his erection is clearly visible through the material, and I clench my thighs together and lick my lips as he crawls up the bed and over me. “Your turn.” His husky voice is doing things to my body, and liquid lust floods my panties.

He kisses me softly as he undresses me, and we don’t speak as he slips my heels off and sets them neatly by the side of the bed. Next, he removes my pantyhose and my dress leaving me in my bra and underwear. Joshua dots kisses on my feet and brushes his sinful mouth along my legs until he reaches my thighs. I’m already a quivering mess, and he’s barely touching me. When his lips brush against the crotch of my panties, I almost lift off the bed. His soft chuckle and adoring gaze hold me in place as he moves over me, leaning down to kiss me again while he deftly unclips my bra and discards it.

Joshua sits back on his heels, inspecting my almost bare body. We’re both now in just our underwear, and I’m close to combusting.

“Please,” I purr. “I need you.”

“Where do you need me? Tell me what you want,” he asks, sliding off the bed and opening the bedside drawer. Tossing some condoms on the bed, he smirks as he shoves his boxers down his legs and kicks them away. One hand wraps around his long, hard impressive length and I almost come on the spot.

“You in me right fucking now,” I pant, moving my hands to my panties.

“Not a chance.” He slaps my hands away to hook his thumbs in the lace and oh so slowly drag them down my legs. His heated gaze burns my skin every place it lands, and he takes his sweet-ass time devouring every inch of me. “Fuck, you’re so beautiful,” he says, parting my thighs and bending my knees, placing my feet flat on the bed. “So goddamn sexy,” he adds, staring at my most intimate part with wide eyes like a kid in a candy store.

“Are you wet for me, honey?” he asks, gently swiping one finger along my slit.

“So fucking wet,” I pant.

“Lift your arms and hold the top of the bed. Thrust your chest out,” he says, climbing off the bed.

I do as he asks because it’s fucking hot.

He stands at the end of the bed, with a hawkish gaze, raking his eyes over me from head to toe. It’s the most delicious torture, and I’m so worked up. “Look at you. So gorgeous and all mine for the claiming.”

He gets back on the bed, and adrenaline spikes in my veins. I’m excited but a little nervous too.

“Bring your knees in to your chest. I want to inspect my pussy and my ass.”

With anyone else, I’d tell them to fuck off. Unwilling to expose myself so vulnerably. But I obey without question because I trust Joshua. I know he won’t hurt me or humiliate me. He doesn’t have it in him.

He lies on his stomach between my legs, staring. He parts my folds and swipes his tongue over my clit, and a loud moan slips from my lips. His tongue moves carefully over my slit, from top to bottom, and I close my eyes and relish the blissful feeling. A gasp escapes my mouth when he pushes two fingers into my pussy, pumping them in and out in a leisurely fashion while stoking my desire to the next level.

“You’re so tight. So perfect. Feel how you’re hugging my fingers.”

A strangled sound rips from my chest when he curls those fingers, hitting the perfect spot inside me. “Oh god, Joshua. Please. I need your cock inside me.”

“We’re in no rush, and I plan to devour you all night.” He removes his fingers, briefly tasting my juices on his skin before gliding them lower. I tense as one finger rims my asshole. “Has anyone been here?” he asks, softly teasing my forbidden hole.

“No,” I admit over a gulp. “I’m not sure I’d like it.”

“You’d love it with me,” he says, pressing the tip of his pinkie inside.

My pussy and ass clench as a host of emotions washes over me.

He looks into my eyes. “We can work up to it if you decide you want to try. But I won’t ever force you to do anything you don’t want.”

“I’ll think about it,” I say, both relieved and a little disappointed when he withdraws his finger from my ass.

He disappears into the bathroom for a minute before returning to settle between my legs. His erection is leaking precum, and I’m desperate to get my hands on him, but he tells me to hold position as he goes to town on my cunt with his fingers and his tongue.

I explode into tiny blissful particles a few minutes later as the most intense orgasm lays claim to my body. Then Joshua is rolling on a condom and lining up his shaft at my entrance.

Covering my body with his, he kisses me passionately until I melt into the bed. Slowly, he inches inside me, keeping his eyes locked on mine the entire time. “Fuck, you feel so good, honey.”

My inner walls clench against him, and I whimper as he pushes inside me, inch by slow inch.

“Are you okay?” he asks when he’s fully seated.

“I’m peachy.” I drag my fingers through his hair, wondering if he can feel my heart beating superfast against his warm bare chest.

He holds himself still while he kisses me, and then his mouth lowers to my tits. Sucking one nipple into his mouth, he works it over while fondling my other breast. All while looking me in the eye. It’s one of the hottest moments of my entire life. He gives the same treatment to my other breast while his cock jerks inside my clenching pussy. “These are fucking magnificent,” he says, cupping both tits in his palms. “Every part of you is.”

“Joshua, please.” I’m not beyond begging at this point.

“What is it you want?”

“You to move, you sadistic fucker!” I playfully slap his hands. “This is the worst form of torture.”

“Or the best foreplay,” he teases, sucking on that sensitive spot under my ear. When he lifts back, the teasing expression is no longer evident on his face, replaced with a dark look of lethal intent that has me tingling all over. “I’m done torturing both of us. Hold on tight, honey. This won’t be slow.”

I grip the top of the headrest as Joshua makes good on his promise, slamming in and out of me like a wild beast. My body jostles on the bed, and every nerve ending is on fire as he throws my legs over his shoulders and pounds into me with virile strength. Sweat glistens on his broad, defined chest, and the muscles in his toned abs flex and roll with his skillful thrusts. I can only hold on for dear life as I enjoy the ride of a lifetime.

“Are you close?” he asks sometime later, and I nod as sensation builds and builds down below.

He forces my legs back as he leans down, slamming his cock in and out of me in brutal thrusts as expert fingers rub my swollen bundle of nerves. I scream, and he roars when we climax together a few minutes later.

After we’ve both come down from our high, we curl up on the bed, limbs entwined and hearts beating in sync, staring deep into one another’s eyes as we silently contemplate how perfect this moment was and how perfect we are together.