Chapter 23
Rory
Stopped outside Gio’s office door, I eavesdropped on the conversation he was having with Enzo.
“Everything’s quiet,” my husband’s cousin and second-in-command reported.
“Too quiet,” Gio grumbled. “Like the calm before the storm.”
Enzo chuckled. “Literally, in this case. They’re saying this could be worse than the Blizzard of ’99 with sub-zero temps and high winds. It could be up to a week before the roads are passable again. You got enough supplies to make it through?”
There was a grunt in response. “Plenty of firewood in case the power goes out too.”
I shivered at the mere thought. Sure, I was sweating my ass off around the clock at nine months pregnant, but losing heat for days on end in this kind of weather could be deadly.
“Okay, if you’re sure you’re all good here, I’m going to head back to the city before the snow hits.”
“Keep me updated if anything changes,” Gio commanded.
At the sound of approaching footsteps, I pressed my back against the wall, eyes squeezed shut with the childish belief that if I couldn’t see Enzo, he wouldn’t be able to see me.
His low chuckle as he paused on the threshold had me inwardly groaning.
Busted.
I cracked one eye open. “How much to pretend you didn’t see me?”
The smirk on Enzo’s face only grew. “Wouldn’t be fair to take your money when he’s known you were lurking out here the whole time.”
My nose wrinkled as I huffed in annoyance.
Leaning in, he pressed a kiss to my cheek. “Stay safe, okay?”
“Easier said than done,” I grumbled.
He pulled back, muttering wryly, “Don’t I know it. But do me a favor and try anyway.”
Shrugging, I replied, “I’ll do my best.”
“That’s all I can ask.” With a mock salute and wink, he made his exit.
“Rory?” Gio’s voice called through the open doorway.
My head dropped back against the wall with a thump. “Yeah?”
“Are you planning to stand out there all night, or would you like to come in?”
I peeked around the edge of the doorframe. “I don’t want to bother you if you’re working.”
He shoved back from his desk. “The city’s about to shut down. Not much I can do until it comes back to life in a few days.”
Curling his fingers, Gio beckoned me closer, and I was powerless to deny his request. When I was close enough, he tugged me between his spread legs, his fingers teasing beneath my silky nightgown to skim my inner thigh.
A moan spilled into the air when he dragged those digits through my slit, his skilled touch concentrating on my clit and stoking the flames of my arousal.
Licking a path up the side of my neck until his mouth was poised beside my ear, he rasped, “I know of a way we can pass the time.”
Shallow panting breaths lifted my breasts, the friction of my hypersensitive nipples against his chest lighting up the pleasure centers in my brain. “You do?”
“Mmm.” His lips buzzed where they were pressed to my skin, the vibration settling in my core.
But when I felt the hem of my nightgown being lifted, I withdrew, batting his hands away. “Stop.”
To his credit, Gio immediately removed his touch, staring at me with concern alight in his brown eyes. “What’s wrong?”
My eyes slammed shut as I breathed, “I won’t be able to relax enough to enjoy this if I’m worried the whole time about you seeing how fat I’ve gotten.”
“Are you serious?” My husband reared back in disbelief. “Rory, have you forgotten that we fucked just last night? I can’t imagine your body has endured a significant change in the past twenty-four hours.”
I fixed him with a glare that told him I was deadly serious before pointing out, “That was in the dark. You couldn’t see”—I circled a hand over my gigantic bump and swollen breasts—“all of this.”
The man had the audacity to snort. “Might not have been able to see it, but I could feel it.”
I shoved at his chest, but he didn’t budge, the arm around my waist holding me immobile when I tried to pull away. With his free hand, he rubbed at the bulge straining against his fly.
“You want the truth, Rory?” He quirked an eyebrow in challenge.
“Not particularly,” I muttered under my breath.
“Never in our entire marriage have I been more attracted to you, more turned on by your body than I am right now.” He palmed the swell of my stomach. “This makes me so hard, makes me want to get you pregnant over and over and over again. As many times as I’m able.”
“Gio.” His name came out on a frustrated huff.
“And these.” He groaned, cupping my breasts, his thumbs brushing the peaked nipples, sending sparks of ecstasy straight to my core. “They’re so fucking heavy. I want to suck on them all day long in hopes of getting that first taste of milk.”
I couldn’t bite back the whimper that clawed its way up my throat. His words painted a picture that had wetness coating my inner thighs.
“I’m desperate to worship my fertile goddess. Please say that I can.”
It was on the tip of my tongue to say yes, but the insecurities swirling around in my brain weren’t easy to banish.
“I want to . . . but—”
A finger pressed to my lips cut me off. Eyes blazing as they roved down the length of my body, Gio said, “But nothing, Rory. Repeat after me: You. Are. Beautiful.”
My eyes slammed shut, my words barely a whisper. “I am beautiful.”
“Louder,” he commanded.
“I am beautiful.”
“Louder!”
“I am beautiful!” My cry echoed off the high ceiling.
Gio stroked the side of my neck. “That’s my girl.” Rising from the chair, he pressed his lips to mine, speaking against them. “On your knees in the middle of the room.”
His deepened voice sent a shiver down my spine, and I obeyed at once. Rushing around the desk as quickly as I was able, given my current condition, I dropped to my knees, both hands folded in my lap.
“Good.” The praise came as he dug into a drawer, retrieving a long length of silk. He held it up for my inspection. “Will you let me use this on you?”
It had been so long since he last tied me up—before I ran away—and I nodded eagerly, desperate to relinquish control, to let him dictate my pleasure.
Discarding his cashmere sweater, he unbuttoned his fly, easing the zipper down, and sighing in relief when his cock was set free.
He gave it a few firm pumps, teasing the piercings with his thumb until a pearl of precum beaded at the tip.
My tongue darted out involuntarily, the phantom taste of him causing saliva to flood my mouth.
“Is this what you want?” Gio taunted as he stepped closer.
My head bobbed on an exaggerated nod. “Please.”
“Arms up,” he commanded.
When I did as he asked, Gio tugged my nightgown off.
Then, he deftly knotted the silk around my wrists, before circling to my back and pulling my joined hands behind my head.
The move forced my back to arch, putting my breasts and belly on full display.
The loose end of the tie was teased down my spine before being affixed to my ankles.
Completely immobilized, I was at Gio’s mercy. And damn if that didn’t leave me throbbing, knowing he could do whatever he wanted and I’d be powerless to stop him.
My husband stood before me, a wicked grin curving on his lips. “Look at you, my pretty little pregnant whore.”
Dammit, he knew degradation was my weakness. Already, my hips shifted, my thighs pressed tightly together, though it was a futile attempt to ease the ache between them.
“Nuh-uh-uh.” He chided with a click of his tongue. With a toe, he nudged my knees apart as far as they would go. “You don’t get to come until I say.”
My whine floated toward the ceiling. The stretch of my adductors was insane in this position.
His thumb pulled down on my bottom lip, forcing my mouth open.
“I’ve been dying to fuck your face. To watch as tears run down your cheeks, and hear you gag while struggling to take me all the way down your throat.
But you’re not a quitter, are you, baby?
You’ll take every last inch I have to give, because you’re a greedy slut for my cum, isn’t that right? ”
Unable to speak, all I could do was moan around his thumb as it pushed deeper. “Mm-hmm.”
With his free hand, he pinched one of my nipples, and I squealed, unable to escape as he tugged and rolled the stiff peak between his fingers.
My eyes rolled back into the back of my head as pleasure flooded my nervous system, and I writhed as I fought against the pressure coiling low in my belly.
Gio knew playing with my tits was enough to make me come—he’d done it more times than I could count these past few months—and he purposely brought me right to the edge, allowing me to teeter there just long enough to think he might let me fall over the cliff, before removing his touch and leaving me hanging.
A cry of denial flew past my lips.
“Aw, did you need something, baby?” he taunted with a smirk. “Is your cunt so desperately empty, clenching around nothing, needing to be filled?”
I wanted to call him every name in the book, but if I ran my mouth, he would go out of his way to ensure I was a sobbing, overstimulated mess by the time he finally granted me permission to come.
He tapped my cheek condescendingly. “Oh, baby. Did you think staying silent would be your saving grace?” Humming, he mused, “It’s a damn shame your eyes have always been overly expressive.
I can see you cursing me out in your head, which means I’ll be forced to punish that smart mouth of yours, even though it hasn’t uttered a single word aloud. ”
Flipping the tables, I held his stare as I begged, “Punish me, Daddy.”
“Fuck,” Gio hissed, gripping my hair and yanking my head back forcefully.
My scalp screamed in protest, but it hurt so damn good.
Getting right up in my face, he snarled, “You’re a fool if you think tempting me to lose control is a good idea.” His free hand fell to my swollen stomach. “Even this won’t be enough to have me taking it easy on you if that thread snaps.”