Chapter 15 Valentina #2
He balks, and that’s when I make my move. I slam my knee into his groin, push him off me, and then clamber back onto my feet. “You can keep your damn money. I don’t want it.”
Mud splashes my face as he grabs my ankle and yanks my legs out from under me. I land breasts-first on the ground a second before Giovanni flips me over, and then he looms over me like the slosh beneath us didn’t saturate my shirt and skirt.
I push at his chest and claw at his arms. “Get off me, Giovanni. I’m serious this time!”
This could be my anger talking, but I swear his balls are gargling in his throat when he replies, “You’re serious?”
“Yes!”
“You want me to get off you?”
“Yes!”
He rocks his hips forward, immediately making me a liar.
“Tell me again you want me to get off.”
I look him dead set in the eyes while growling, “Get. Off. Me.”
This time, he digs his shoes into the soggy earth to leverage his rock.
The instant the head of his throbbing fat cock rolls over my clit, my brain turns to mush and nothing but the chase of climax is on my mind.
Two more grinds and I’ll be done.
Stupid hormones.
What? Blaming others is easier than taking responsibility. Why do you think Valeria is so determined to make me the villain?
Giovanni uses my attraction to his advantage before he recommences his interrogation. “Valeria—”
“Is looking for a scapegoat. She wants someone to blame.” I dig my elbows into the ground and thrust out my chest before deepening my tone. “Unless the accusation centers on her fiancé’s inability to keep his dick in his pants, I’m not her fall guy.”
He tweaks my nipple, setting my blood on fire. “I saw the way your pulse spiked during our meeting with Dr. Di Petro. You know my situation with Valeria is an arrangement.”
“Doesn’t make it any better.”
Another tweak, with his thumb and index finger this time, and another shiver of excitement. “What you don’t know is that I tried to cancel it.”
“You’re a liar.”
“I’m not lying.” My fight loses steam when he adds, “I swear on my mother’s grave that I thought the procedure had been canceled when I took you to my penthouse.”
For several lengthy seconds, I hunt for any cracks in his armor.
When I fail to find a single iota of a hairline crack, the silence stretches, punctuated only by the distant murmur of a guard and the faint chirp of crickets.
“My father is dying.” Giovanni’s hushed words fall around us like boulders.
“He’s been sick for months. Some days, he barely gets out of bed.
So when he said all he wanted was to see the future of the Caruso dynasty before he went, I made arrangements.
” His eyes are on me, hot, heavy, and full of regret. “I didn’t know you then. If I had—”
I Band-Aid the pain tearing through him by kissing him. I understand wanting to give someone you love a reason to hope, and the desperation that comes with watching them slip away, knowing there’s nothing you can do to avoid it. Wholeheartedly.
It makes you careless. Impulsive enough to drug someone and kidnap them? I honestly don’t know. It’s undeniable how far I’ll go for my mother, so it’s reasonable to assume Giovanni would do the same for his father.
In seconds, I realize I am in way over my head.
Giovanni kisses me without reservation. It’s a claiming embrace that brings back my earlier worries. He could do whatever he wants to me, and I’d let him.
I inch back, hoping some fresh air will restore my smarts.
An unsanctioned mouth doesn’t help. With my mouth removed from the picture, Giovanni’s focus shifts to my breasts. He squeezes one in his big manly hand while the other rolls my hardened nipple between his thumb and index finger.
Pleasure blazes through me as my hips involuntarily arch upward. I rub myself along the leg wedged between my thighs, moaning when the crease in his trousers grinds past my clit.
“Oh… God,” I breathe into the humid night sky when he pulls down the cup of my bra and traps my nipple into his mouth. I dig my fingers into the squishy ground when he tongues the hardened nub like he does my clit before he draws it deep into his mouth.
“Who, dolcezza?”
Giovanni groans low in his throat when I thread my fingers through his hair and force his mouth back onto my breast. Our race through the grounds of his palatial mansion knotted his hair, making my tug violent.
Heat forms in my core when he kisses a trail down my flabby midsection. He tongues my belly button before pressing his lips to the bow at the top of my panties.
I watch him in anticipation when he gestures for me to lift my hips so he can remove my skirt and panties. I’m dying for him to taste me again, but what he does next is even better than that.
He drags his nose down the seam of my soaked pussy, growling when the briefest skim of his nose across my clit almost sets me off.
“Mmm,” he moans, doubling the sparks rocketing through the lower half of my stomach. “I smell good in you.”
I don’t get the chance to comprehend what he means or take offense before he spears his tongue between the lines of my pussy. Lights blister as a fiery heat singes my veins.
Moaning, I bury my hand in his hair, pinning his mouth with my pussy, before riding the erotic surge cresting through me.
Giovanni knows how to give head. In seconds, the signs of climax re-cluster in my core. I sink into the plush grass, eyes glazing over, and writhe when he hits my clit with back-to-back rapid-fire licks.
When he takes my clit into his mouth, I ride the tsunami for all it’s worth. I shudder and shake as a charge of electricity spasms in my womb.
“Gio…” His entire name is too much for me to get out. Sparks are darting, and it’s taking all my willpower not to scream his brilliance into the evening air.
I’m spread-eagled and practically naked in a field. Now is not the time for a guard to rush in and save me.
I’ve scarcely come down from the clouds when Giovanni pushes two fingers inside me. He’s hovering over me, powerful and in control, and it’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.
Only one thing could top it.
“Take your shirt off.”
His eyes shoot to me, heavy with outrage. I hardly know Giovanni, but I am confident he’s used to giving the orders. He’s never taken them.
“Please…” I murmur, not above begging. I’m dying to feel the heat of his skin under my hand, and to drink in his rippling abs and tattooed pecs—desperate enough to plead.
“How can I deny when you ask like that?”
With his fingers still pumping in and out of me, Giovanni pulls his shirt over his head by the collar with his spare hand, unconcerned that he pops several buttons on the pricey garment.
“Now your undershirt.”
There’s no hostility in his tone when he replies with a smirk, “Has anyone ever told you that you’re quite bossy, Ms. Raimondi?”
In the blink of an eye, he freezes. It’s a fight not to whimper. Even though I’ve already climaxed, my wonderful night with Giovanni only twenty-four hours ago taught me that I’m more than a one-and-done girl. Multiples are very much anticipated.
“Valeria was the one who joked about them getting your files confused, wasn’t she?
” Even though he’s asking a question, I don’t reply.
Realization flickers in his eyes. He knows the truth.
He just needed to crawl out of the rubble the clinic threw on us before he could see it.
“She lied,” he murmurs to himself. “She lied to me.”
I nod, the relief bittersweet. The damage has already been done. I’ve been drugged, accused, and dragged into a nightmare I never asked for. But even as Giovanni’s anger shifts away from me, I can’t shake the unease that settles deep in my bones.
Even if I’m exonerated, will I ever truly be free? And do I want to be?