Chapter 21 Sebastian #2
He glares at me, not appreciating being reminded of the domino effect I started by meddling between him and the Irish.
In my defense, I’d been sure that Matt was using the Italians to hide Gianna from me.
We all make mistakes, and mine may have caused the death of a handful of his people, but that’s not necessarily my fault.
“And Matt? What did you want with him?” Gio asks.
Folding my fingers on my stomach, I try to relax my face in that jovial expression everyone seems to hate.
“He hid her well. I need to find out how exactly, so I can prevent it from ever happening again.”
Gio still looks suspicious, but doesn’t say anything more. Luca stands, tucking his shirt in. “You’re welcome to wander the premises. Enjoy the rest of your evening.”
I should be offended by his sudden dismissal, but I don’t have time as he storms out the door. Gio sighs, muttering something about a woman before nodding at us and following him.
Nico turns to me with raised eyebrows. “Well, okay then?”
My shoulders shake with laughter. “I think that girl is causing more trouble than he can handle.”
“Doesn’t seem like he can handle much,” Nico mutters.
“Hmm.” I push off the couch. “I think he’s tired, and some things he’s decided aren’t worth the fight or attention. His family is the only one standing for a reason.”
He frowns, but doesn’t question me as we walk out of the club to head home. As soon as we climb into the car, Nico’s phone rings and we pause. A slithering feeling that we’re being watched crawls over my skin.
Pulling it out of his pocket, his jaw tenses then he answers, putting it on speaker. “What can I do for you, Declan?”
“How is she?”
I relax a bit, knowing the eyes on us are probably from the Irish’s hacker genius. The Daghda brotherhood might be feared throughout the world for their ruthlessness, but many dismiss the scariest man of the bunch. Declan could destroy millions of lives with a push of a button.
“Fine. Help was offered and she declined. Nothing else was exchanged,” I say.
He blows out a breath. “And there were no signs of… uh—” The poor man can’t even fathom the thought of abuse. Why’d they send her if they thought she was weak?
“Not that we could see,” Nico explains.
My lips quirk with humor about being the middleman for both criminal organizations. Perhaps the neutrality of Manhattan works a little too well.
“We didn’t have much time or privacy to converse, but she is alive and she seems fine.
Tell Rian that’s all I was able to gather, and I suggest letting her do whatever she was sent to do,” I say with finality.
There’s no point of dragging this conversation out when there’s nothing more I can provide.
I hadn’t planned on seeing the girl to begin with, and wasn’t prepared to offer help even if she had agreed to it.
Declan grunts a “thanks” and hangs up.
Nico shoves his phone away and grips the steering wheel. “This has been the strangest night.”
I laugh. “I’ve kind of felt like a personal liaison between the Irish and Italians. Maybe we should open up another company. Advice for Made Men.”
He snorts. “Mafia for dummies.”
“Let’s get home and hope we don’t have to return any time soon.”
“Still mad at me?” I ask, keeping my voice light with humor.
Gianna looks up from her book with a raised, singular eyebrow. “Always.”
I smile, pull the silk ties out of my pocket, and hold them up for her. “What about now?”
Her heated eyes take them in, her breathing shallowing. She swallows and then sets her book on the nightstand.
“Are they…”
“The ones we bought together the month after I took your virginity? Yeah.”
Gianna turns her head away from me, staring at the wall before briefly closing her eyes. “I don’t understand you.”
I frown. “What do you mean?”
She blows out a breath, looking back at me with tear filled eyes.
“You spent years hunting me down, your whole life is drenched in our memories, but you refuse to tell me why. You refuse to discuss how you feel about me. Is this just a game to you? Something that got away, and you weren’t done playing so now the thrill of the chase has consumed you? ”
My jaw aches from how hard I tighten it. “Perhaps I should spare you the details that could hurt you.”
“Love doesn’t hurt, Sebastian.”
I scoff, wrapping the ties around my fist and walking toward her. “Love,” I spit out the word, “causes nothing but hurt.”
Her eyebrows dip, and I cover her mouth before she can speak again. Her stare narrows at me, and I wiggle the ties expectantly.
“Now, do you wanna play?”
She studies my face for a second before sighing when I drop my hand.
I can feel her resigned acceptance, and it twists something in my heart.
Her hands grab my face and pull me in for a kiss before I can whisper the words on my lips.
I devour her mouth, drinking her taste and savoring every slide of our tongues.
Dropping the ties, I run my hands down to her waist, squeezing gently as I worship the shape of her.
My fingers dip under her shirt, driving it up as I glide along her smooth skin before cupping her breasts.
Gianna whimpers, arching her chest into my palms. I rip the shirt off and then tug her shorts off before grabbing the ties and leaning over her.
With heated eyes, she raises her wrists above her head, a sensual smile on the corner of her mouth.
“If I check you right now, how wet would you be?” I ask. My cock is throbbing in my pants, desperate to be buried in her already.
Gianna bites on her bottom lip. “Soaked.”
“You’re so good for me.” Looping each tie around a wrist, I entwine them before tying them to the single metal hoop I have mounted to the top of the headboard. “Tug on it.” Her fingers curl around the silk and tug, showing just enough slack that she’ll be comfortable.
Moving off her, I undress and crawl back into the bed as she opens her legs for me. I caress up the inside of her thighs, brushing through her wet pussy before continuing up her stomach and circling the hard tips of her nipples. I grip her throat, forcing her head to tilt back.
Brushing my nose along hers, I confess, “I like you like this, unable to get away while I do whatever I want to you.”
Her eyes flutter and her lips pucker to kiss me, so I oblige, molding my mouth to hers.
When I pull back, I grab her thighs, pushing them apart and giving me the most perfect shot of her pussy.
I grab my hard cock, guiding it through her wet slit, up and down her mess until we’re both covered in her juices.
Gianna writhes, her legs trying to close the longer I tease her. I pick up my dick, smacking her pussy with a few love taps right around her swollen clit. Her cunt clenches onto nothing and I groan at the sight, needing to feel her wrapped around me.
I push inside her, leaning forward to knead her breasts, and take a nipple into my mouth. Her tight warmth fights me as I thrust forward, and my eyes shutter closed. There’s nowhere else I’d rather be than here with my girl at my mercy and her hot pussy stretching to take my cock.
When I’m seated to the hilt, I rise to kiss her and Gianna pants in my mouth.
“You need more, baby?” I taunt, kissing down her jaw as she nods. Her arms pull at the ties and her breasts quiver at the movement. It’s my favorite sight.
Kneeling back, I hold on to her hips and slide out before shoving back in. I thrust over and over, sliding deeper as she grows wetter. My head drops back, enjoying every inch of being buried inside her. I rub small circles over where I’m holding her and punctuate each thrust with praise.
“You feel so good.”
“You’re taking me so well.”
“Fuck, I love your pussy.”
“There we go, Gianna. You going to come on my cock, mon c?ur? Yeah, yeah you are.”
I grit my teeth as she flutters around me, sexy moans spilling from her lips as her pussy strangles my cock, daring me to move along with her. I ride her through her orgasm in slow strokes, and only pick up my pace when she starts to loosen a bit.
“Who do you belong to?” I ask. It’s harsher than I intended, but I need this. I need to hear her say it.
Gianna’s fingers grip onto the ties, shaking her head as her pussy clenches down on my cock. I push into her harder, rubbing my fingers across her clit as she squirms under me.
“Who. Do. You. Belong. To?” I force out the words between each roll of my hips, not pulling out so she can feel the stretch of being full of me.
Her mouth parts, tears leaking from the corner of her eyes. “You.” She breathes the word out in a barely audible whisper.
“Louder,” I demand. Leaning over her, I wrap my hands around her tied wrists. My lips brush her ear. “Who owns you, mon c?ur?”
Her eyelids flutter and she turns toward me, seeking my mouth. “You.”
I grunt, kissing her and swallowing down her moans. I thrust into her harder, shifting to pull one of her thighs higher over me so I can slide into her deeper. “Where do you want my cum tonight, Gianna?”
She whimpers, rocking into me. “Inside me.”
I chuckle, pulling out and smacking her swollen, wet pussy with my thick, ruddy cock.
“Yeah, but which hole, huh? You want me to fill up your desperate pussy, hoping I put my baby in you? Or you want to me stretch this tight fucking hole right here?” I glide my tip down her cheeks and tease her puckered ring.
“Sebastian,” she whispers, shaking her head. Pulling back, I grab lube from the nightstand and lather it over my fingers.
“Tell me to stop, Gianna.” I goad her, knowing she won’t. She’s a good girl who wants me as desperately as I want her. Pushing her legs forward, I smear the lube over her asshole as she shivers before gasping when I press two fingers into her.
Pumping them in and out, I watch her face for any discomfort. Her eyes flutter shut with pleasure, goosebumps breaking out across her skin when I shove in a third finger on the next thrust. I twist them, stretching as much as I can to prepare her for my cock.
I finger fuck her for a few more moments until I’ve decided she’s ready, and pull out to line up my cock.
“Breathe for me.” I coax her as I start to push in.
Gianna is perfect, taking my cock like she’s made for it.
Her ass is so tight, it’s strangling my cock to the point of pain.
When I’m seated as far as she’ll take me, I still, then reach between us and rub her clit in slow circles, giving her some time to adjust to the stretch until she’s writhing for more.
“Sebastian,” she whines after a moment and I grin, rocking my hips to give her exactly what she wants.
It takes a few strokes until her hole opens enough for me to pull almost completely out and thrust back in.
I fuck her hard since she probably won’t allow me back here until she forgets about how sore it makes her.
She shudders, her ass and pussy clenching as she comes. It doesn’t take long for fire to lick up my spine, and I fall over the edge right after her. I press as deep as I can, my ball sack brushing against her. My cock swells and I explode, filling her ass with my cum.
I moan, my fingers digging into her thighs as wave after wave drains out of me.
With a panting breath, I pull out and grab her cheeks, keeping them apart as my cum starts to leak from her used hole.
I watch it spill before grabbing my half-hard dick, scooping it all up and shoving my cock back into her ass.
Gianna’s head falls back with a grunt as I thrust a few times for good measure and then still.
We stay like that until I start to soften more, and our breathing calms. Undoing the ties, her nimble body slumps onto the bed and I push her hair of out her face.
She blinks up at me with glossy eyes, and I rub her wrists while smiling down at her.
“Such a good girl, Gianna. You did so good,” I whisper, my voice a low coo. She shudders and winces slightly as I pull out of her body. Gathering her in my arms, I carry her to the bathroom, determined to rub and massage every inch of her skin in the warm tub.