Chapter 22 Sebastian
Sebastian
I grab her wrist and pull her into my lap as she lets out a small gasp.
“Remember that one Valentine’s Day I fed you strawberries while you rode my cock,” I ask her, tracing her thudding pulse at the base of her neck before dipping to the valley of her breasts.
I’d hesitantly agreed to being the only person with access to the penthouse so she wouldn’t worry about who’s walking around, and I’ve been reaping the benefits since.
She flaunts her perfect body in the tiny sleeping sets all day, and I can’t get enough.
Gianna blows out a breath before adjusting herself so she straddles my lap, and my cock hardens under her pussy. The thin sweatpants barely contain my growing length.
“I remember. It was the first time you came before me,” she says, her eyes light with teasing.
I flash her a sensuous smile. “Those little moans you made, combined with your snug cunt. I was done for.”
Her hand skims down my stomach, teasing my dick with her fingers before she grabs a cinnamon roll off the plate and holds it up for me.
I take a bite, not caring about the sweetness as she pulls my cock free and strokes up my shaft.
Licking the remnants of icing off my lips, I push her tank top up and cup her plush breast.
“I still think about your perfect little nipples, donned with jewels.” I pinch the hardened tip and she arches into my hand, dropping the food back onto the table as she shakes her head.
“No piercings. I’ll have to take them out when I breastfeed anyway.”
My cock jerks under her, leaking with pre-cum.
I groan, resting my forehead against her chest. My tongue flicks against her nipple before I suck it into my mouth.
Does she want my baby as much as I want to give her one?
Her admission is as if it’s an inevitable reality, one that will come true sooner rather than later.
Her fingers tangle into my hair, pulling my head back as she glares at me. “I’m not saying I want to get pregnant right now.”
It’s as if she can read my mind. I grin, sliding my hands to grip the bottom of her shorts and move them aside.
Sweeping my fingers across her slit, I ensure she’s wet enough to take me before lining my tip up to her entrance and pulling her down on my cock.
Her nails dig into my scalp, her mouth opening as she takes every inch until I’m pushing against her cervix.
I lean forward, sucking the skin of her neck until it blooms with a pretty, red mark that I know won’t fade for a few days.
In college, I used to mark her extensively.
I enjoyed creating the reminders that she was mine for the other men on campus.
“Marry me,” I whisper.
Gianna gasps before letting out a small whimper when she starts riding my cock. Each rock of her hips drives us both closer to our peak. “What?” Her voice is hoarse with arousal.
I stand and lift her to stretch out on the table, grabbing the back of her knees, before burying my cock deeper. With each roll of my hips, I grind against her and she writhes under me. Her pussy is clamping down on me, gushing wet.
“Gianna James. I like the sound of that.”
Her eyes roll back. “I used to write that in my journals.”
I thrust harder, my fingers digging into her waist and pulling her back into me. “I know, I would read them.”
She gasps. “Fucking asshole.”
I smile. “I wish you still wrote them now. I loved reading all your thoughts, especially when it was about us.”
Gianna’s eyes brighten, and she kisses me harder. I moan into her mouth, guiding her hips faster on my cock.
“Knock knock!” Nico’s voice calls out. She jerks in my hold, but I stand, moving the plates on the table out of the way before laying her down and tugging her shirt down.
“Sebastian,” she hisses, her hands grabbing my biceps.
I smirk down at her. “Better come fast, mon c?ur.”
Shock widens her pupils, but her pussy clenches around my cock when she realizes my intentions. My thumb reaches down, rubbing at her swollen nub above where I’m buried deep.
“I’d stay there unless you want to see my cock!” I call out to Nico, whose footsteps stop immediately.
Gianna has to slam a hand over her mouth as I pound into her, chasing both of our releases while knowing we have an audience who can hear the audible sloshing of me pummeling her wet cunt.
My hand slides from her waist to push on her lower stomach, and her eyes roll back as she comes.
I flex my fingers out on her skin, coming at the image of her one day swollen with my child and hoping this is the time I breed her successfully.
I grunt through the last few strokes, dumping a load large enough into her womb that it starts to spill out onto the table.
“Shit,” I curse, pulling out and sliding my cock through the hole in her shorts. The last few jerks of my cock paint her skin.
She swats at my hand, sitting up and pushing at my chest. “You got it everywhere. What is wrong with you?”
Laughing, I grab the back of her neck, kissing her harshly before stepping aside to tuck myself away. She hops off the table, fixing her shorts and waddling to the sink in the kitchen while I clean off the table and sit back down.
“All clear!” I yell out, ignoring Gianna’s seething stare.
Nico has the good sense to avoid her scrutiny as he sits across from me. “Having a good morning?”
“The best,” I say with a cheshire grin.
Nico shakes his head, grabbing a cinnamon roll off the plate in the middle as Gianna sets his cup of coffee down.
“You wash your hands before—”
“Shut up,” she says, smacking the back of his head.
I pull her back into my lap when she tries to pass me.
“What was so urgent you had to come by?” I ask him, kissing Gianna on her shoulder as she settles against me. It feels right to have her in my arms, and I’ve spent way too long without her there.
“I got a hit on the connection between Arthur and the sparrows.”
My eyebrows raise. “Really? Same line of communication or a new one?”
“Same one.”
I hum. “That’s too convenient. It’s probably a trap.”
Nico nods. “I agree. I gave it to Declan and he felt the same.”
“The Irish gonna follow it?”
He shrugs. “Who knows. They could handle it better than us if so.”
I grimace, rubbing at my chest. Nico tracks my movement and his expression darkens before his gaze drops back to his food.
“Right, I forgot. It's more than just the two of us now.”
Gianna sets her cup down on the table. “What does that mean?”
We both startle, glancing at her and not answering.
She crosses her arms. “What does that mean? That it’s more than just the two of you now.”
I clench my jaw before slowly unraveling the tension in my body. “It means the tattoo we etched into our bodies now provides men at our disposal.”
She scowls. “The mafia you mean.”
Nico cracks his neck. “It’s more complicated than that.”
Gianna shakes her head. “No, you promised that you wouldn’t be involved with all that. That you were nothing more than a front, a legal business.” She moves to take another bite of food, as if shoving it in her mouth would stop her from speaking more.
“Sure, I mean, no different than Matt being a front for the Italians.” Nico rolls his eyes, thinking her outrage is hypocritical.
My body stiffens as Gianna drops her fork. “What?”
Nico laughs before looking up and seeing her pale face, then turns to me, realizing he fucked up. I haven’t spoken to her about her brother’s activities yet. And not to save her from the pain, but selfishly, as a bargaining chip if need be.
Gianna’s head snaps to me. “What is he talking about?”
I lick my lips and clear my throat. “Your brother works with the Famiglia. I don’t know the full extent, but he is involved with the Italian mafia.”
She shakes her head again. “No, no. You’re lying. He’s working with the FBI.”
Nico leans back in his chair, rubbing down his face. “And that’s the problem, Gianna. He’s been linked to the Famiglia since his teens. So either he’s double-crossing them or something bigger is going on.”
Gianna sniffles, tears gathering in her eyes. “No, he wouldn’t do that to me. He wouldn’t keep that a secret. After everything he’s…”
“Wouldn’t he? Gianna, I admire the fragility of your heart and I’d do anything to protect it as well. I see his hypocrisy of condemning me when he’s the same person, except he’s keeping you from finding out,” I tell her, hoping my tone is gentle enough to soothe her.
She stands, holding her hand to her mouth as she shakes her head again. Her eyes squeeze shut and we sit silently, watching her before she blows out a bated breath after a few minutes. Gianna wipes her tears and then looks between us.
“How do you know? Is it possible it could be a mistake? Maybe he’s an informant of some kind.”
Nico scratches at the back of his neck and I sigh, waving for her to sit back down. She does, reluctantly.
“Luca Genovese is the head of the Famiglia, which is basically the US Cosa Nostra. Gio is his consigliere. We’ve photographed Matt with Gio on multiple occasions over the past few years. The likelihood of him being an informant is slim, but I won’t dismiss the possibility.”
The heartbreak on her face makes me wish I could take this back, but she nods, as if she’s determined to believe that her brother could have lied to her. “Why? Uh, why were you following him and where?”
Nico raises his hand as if waiting for Gianna to call on him and I scowl at him. He shrugs before explaining. “He was our best link to finding you, so we started tracking his movements. It was mostly in New Jersey and New York, right outside of Manhattan.”
“And outside of Manhattan is important,” I tell her, swallowing down the pain at seeing her sad eyes, “because Manhattan is neutral territory for every organization.”
Her eyebrows dip. “Why?”
“Why what?”
“Why is Manhattan neutral?”