Chapter 31
VALENTINA
My awareness of Giovanni’s closeness activates half a second before his lips brush the sensitive skin between my thighs.
He grazes my clit with his teeth while slowly pushing two fingers inside me.
I bite my lip, trying vainly to pretend I’m still asleep.
The perfect pressure of his tongue on my clit unravels me in seconds.
I love that he’s so hungry for me that he doesn’t wait for me to wake before helping himself. I can’t recall a single time in the past three weeks when Giovanni hasn’t awoken me this way. Some days, his licks are leisured and lazy. Others, like today, they’re hurried and hungry.
He wants me quivering beneath him before breakfast because we’re busy the rest of the day. Today is my mother’s birthday, and although I assured her last week that she didn’t need to accept Mr. Caruso’s invitation on any day during her birthday week, she thought the day he suggested was perfect.
We will feast like kings, and we won’t have to worry about the electric bill next month because we spent all our funds on food.
It’s quite clever, but I’m still suspicious. My mother didn’t flinch when I announced that Mr. Caruso knew it was her birthday week. She smiled shyly as a faint pink hue creeped up her neck.
My hands slam down on the mattress when Giovanni wordlessly announces he’s noticed my distraction. He eats me with so much urgency that warmth spreads low in my belly and pools between my legs before I can warn him about the violent orgasm cresting in my womb.
The violent jerks of my body as I ride the wave of euphoria assure him he has my utmost attention, but just in case, he adds another finger to the mix. This time, he inserts it in my ass.
“Don’t clench.” Giovanni’s warm breath on my drenched pussy lips sweeps open my thighs. “Good girl.”
I dig my fingers in his hair and tug hard when he returns his mouth to my sensitive pussy. As he moves his thick finger in and out of my ass, its fluency complements the residue slicked between my butt cheeks, he toys with my clit and penetrates me with his tongue.
The strength of my pre-dawn orgasm already has me gasping for air, but the way he makes something I once thought was dirty feel good has me unable to catch my breath.
He works my body with the intimacy a musician has for his preferred instrument, and within seconds, the mist of elation coats my skin.
“Slower, dolcezza. You’re riding my finger like you can take my cock. We both know that isn’t true, but if you keep making me double-guess myself, I’ll do something I can’t take back.”
My reply is more moans than distinguishable words. “Like banning Valeria from the Caruso compound?”
Defending this woman is the equivalent of eating glass, but no matter how hard I shuffle the facts, hopeful they’ll land in my favor, the truth can’t be hidden. The child I’m carrying could be Valeria’s.
That gives justification for however rude she wants to be.
I’d be distraught if I were in her position, so although I understand Giovanni’s wish to shelter me from additional harm, I’m worried the harm he’s doing to his relationship with the possible mother of his child could be worse.
“I appreciate you taking my side and standing up for me. It means more than I can say.” My throat burns as the worries I can’t brush off as easily as Giovanni can storm back in. “But if this doesn’t work out the way you believe, it could end badly for you.”
He doesn’t stop devouring me, and that terrifies me more than his anger ever could. His confidence is an impenetrable fortress, but for the first time in the past few weeks, I feel like I’m standing outside in the storm.
“Giovanni…”
“It will work out,” he snaps out like his word is law. “And my request for her to stay away has nothing to do with your pregnancy. It’s because I refuse to give her another opportunity to hurt you.”
I want to believe him—god, I do—but the cracks in my resolve keep widening.
“If that’s true, you didn’t need to warn her to stay away.” My reply comes out with a quiver when he removes his finger from my ass, flips me over, then enters me from behind so fast my pillow does little to muffle my screams.
Grunting, he drives himself in deeper before using every inch of his fat cock to dominate me.
The growls he releases when the fingertips on the hand curled around my sweaty hip reveal the deepness of his thrusts sets me off.
I come with a cry, my entire body shaking as Giovanni continues to unravel me.
After re-angling my hips for perfect domination, he plows into me on repeat. I know what he’s doing. He’s filling me to the brim, aware I can’t think straight while being thoroughly fucked. I’m at the mercy of my libido and him.
I wish I could put up a better fight, but who in their right mind would? Each thrust pushes me deeper into the mattress and spirals my mind. I’ve never felt so taken. Claimed. Nor have I felt more wanted.
“What does this tell you, dolcezza?” Giovanni asks as his fingers flex low on my stomach. “What does it announce?”
My lungs are too depleted of air to speak, but Giovanni doesn’t realize that.
“Answer me or I’ll come in your ass instead of in your cunt.”
Too blinded by the lust his threat inspires not to fall into his trap, I reply, “It says that I’m yours.”
The relentless churn of his hips dulls a smidge. “Then why are you doubting us?”
Us? God. The word feels like a promise and a curse all at once.
I glance back at Giovanni, gasping when my eyes drink in every spectacular inch of the masterpiece fucking me into oblivion.
Tall and muscular, with chiseled features that make my insides ache.
He is the picture of perfection, but it isn’t solely his panty-wetting face and body that secure my utmost devotion.
It’s the strength of his aura and the power that radiates from him in invisible waves.
He’s risking everything for me—his family, his legacy, and maybe even his soul—yet his armor is unblemished. It shows no signs of frailty.
It makes me wonder if it’s strong enough to survive the pressure of a secret like ours.
“Valentina…” Giovanni growls, reminding me that he asked a question.
“I’m not doubting us.”
Fingers in my hair, he pulls me back and slams in—hard. “Don’t lie to me.”
“I’m not.” I can barely talk through the spasms erupting through me. He’s fucking like he wants to kill me, and I match every grind. “I’m trying to protect you, to keep you safe. I…”
Thrust.
“Don’t…”
Thrust.
“Want…”
Thrust.
“You…”
Thrust.
“To…”
Thrust.
“Get...”
Thrust.
“Hurt.”
I muffle the rest of my reply with my pillow. My stance only doubles the strength of Giovanni’s pumps. He screws me senseless until the words he’s been seeking for the past two weeks spill from my lips. “I love you too much to stand by and watch that happen.”
He groans a deep, rumbling growl that, along with the heat of his cum exploding inside me, sends me spiraling into ecstasy.