Chapter 4 – Siena
SIENA
I shouldn’t be here. This shouldn’t be happening. But every kiss feels like surrender, and every touch makes it harder not to give in completely.
My corset gives way under his impatient hands, satin slipping to the floor like a secret I can’t take back. He rips the fishnets, growling his satisfaction as I gasp at the sound.
The scrape of his stubble down my throat makes me shiver, and I arch closer, begging for more.
This is unlike me. I know who Giovanni is, what he’s all about.
Yet, I’ve never wanted something more in my life.
I’ve never felt this kind of pull. This kind of passion.
This kind of heat. I’ve never had someone talk to me the way he is.
Never had someone make me feel so sexy and beautiful.
Never had someone make me feel so wanted.
His hand slips between my legs, and my moan echoes off the walls.
“Fuck, little bunny, your wet pussy is begging for me.”
I should argue or tell him that he’s full of himself, but I can’t. He’s right. I’m aching for more.
My nails scrape down his back hard enough to leave him marked. The idea that when I’m gone, he’ll have this reminder of me is erotic as hell. This devil’s hell.
He kisses up my neck, across my jaw, and then slams his lips on mine. As he deepens the kiss, he carries me over to the couch, laying me down.
I break the kiss and search his dark eyes.
“Stop looking at me like you own me,” he whispers with the most sincerity I’ve heard from him.
I grin and reach down to the button on his pants. “Stop looking at me like you’re having second thoughts.”
I need this. I need the release. I need to feel like, even for a moment, like I’m wanted. I need someone to look at me like I am more, just the way Giovanni is looking at me.
“I already told you, little bunny, I always get what I want. No second thoughts. Ever.”
He stands and pulls a condom out of his pocket before dropping his pants and boxers. I feel the wetness running down my legs as I stare at him.
Giovanni is all power wrapped in precision. Broad shoulders, chest that’s hard planes of muscle, cut from years of discipline, not vanity, and when he moves, it’s with the lethal grace of someone who knows exactly how to use his strength.
Veins snake down his forearms, pulsing with restrained tension, a reminder of just how much raw force he carries beneath the surface.
He’s inked, but not in a way that screams rebellion.
It’s more like silent warnings, each tattoo a story etched in black that only the brave or the damned would ever dare ask about.
His abdomen is a sculpted ladder of ridges, every line defined, tapering into the kind of V that makes my breath catch. His cock is hard and thick, the tip wet already.
His presence is not just his body. It’s the way he stands, chest out, jaw sharp, eyes burning with that mix of danger and temptation.
Giovanni might have been dressed like the devil, but his body is Godly.
I can’t pull my eyes away from him as he rolls the condom on. It’s like watching a sex scene that no one else is privy to.
“Spread those sexy legs for me, little bunny,” he demands as his voice drips with sin.
I do as he asks, and a smile spreads across his handsome face as he lowers himself on top of me. The heat of his body burns against mine as his fingers sink into my hair.
“You’re fucking gorgeous, Siena. You take my breath away.”
A chill runs through me, but not in a bad way.
I feel seen.
He leans forward, kissing my neck as his hands explore my body. I lift my hips, needing more, and I feel him grin against my skin.
His eyes lift to mine and lock hold. “Tell me you want this, Siena. Tell me you want me to push inside of you and give you the release I know damn well you need.”
My eyes bounce between his. His words are so dirty, yet exactly what I need to hear.
“I want this, Giovanni. I want you,” I whisper, resting my hand on his stubbled cheek.
He presses his cock against my entrance and lets out a hiss. “Beg me.”
I hate that he said I’ll be begging him, and now here I am, ready to beg. Part of me wants to just get up and walk away, but I know I won’t. I can’t.
“Please, Giovanni,” I moan, lifting my hips.
The smile that graces his lips is a mix of pride and power.
“Good, girl,” he whispers.
Before I can even process anything, he slams into me, and my back arches off the couch.
“Oh God, yes!”
It’s everything I wanted and more than I ever expected. The way he’s driving into me, making me feel everything. The way his fingers are digging into my hips, holding me exactly where he wants. The way my body reacts to how he’s making me feel. It’s unworldly.
“Fuck, little bunny, I’ve never felt anything better. Your tight pussy squeezing me just right. Your hard nipples rubbing on my chest. Your silky skin. It’s enough to drive me insane.”
The need between us isn’t gentle. It’s sharp, hungry, and unstoppable. Just like his words.
His hands are mapping my body like territory he has every intention of claiming, and damn if I don’t want him to keep on claiming it.
I’m close, too close. I don’t want this to end. This fire between us. This undeniable need.
He reaches between us and rubs my clit, causing me to see stars as my nails dig into his flesh.
“Fuck,” I moan as I try to fight the release.
“Say my name,” he demands, slamming into me.
“Giovanni,” I whisper as my body begins to shake.
“Louder,” he groans, circling his hips while rubbing my clit.
It’s all it takes. I can’t fight it anymore. I explode around him, and I do exactly what he demands.
“Giovanni,” I shout.
“Fuck, Siena,” he moans, still pounding into me as wave after wave of my release continue to wash over me.
I lock my eyes with his, and I swear something flashes in them just as he calls out my name.
His body trembles as he lets go, moaning as he rides out his own ecstasy.
When we both slowly come back to reality, he slowly kisses a path from my chest up to my mouth and slams his lips to mine.
This kiss is different. It’s every bit as demanding, but it’s somehow softer. Sweeter.
He breaks the kiss and sits up, pulling me with me until I’m cradled in his arms. No one has ever held me like this before, and it makes me feel protected. Even from the devil himself.
“You’re ruining me,” I whisper.
“Good, I want you ruined.”
I can’t be vulnerable around him. I know better. This might not be my scene, but I’m not some naive little girl. So, letting those words slip out is stupid on my part.
His strong arms tighten around me as he kisses the top of my head, and damn, it makes me feel adored. Which never happens.
“This was not how I intended on spending my night.” He chuckles as he kisses my temple, and a soft, almost vulnerable sigh escapes him. “But I also didn’t intend on you stepping into my casino and causing my heart to take notice.”
The burn of his words lingers even more than the ache in my body.
Sweet. Sinful. A promise of more, wrapped in a joke I shouldn’t take seriously.
I remind myself I won’t. This was one night.
A reckless and unforgettable one, but that’s all.
A memory to keep tucked away for when the loneliness creeps in.
But then he kisses me.
God, this kiss. It steals my breath, breaks down walls I didn’t even know I’d put up, and for one dangerous second, I believe him. Believe there could be something more.
But reality crashes back as he slides into his boxers, lighting a cigarette like the world hasn’t shifted on its axis.
Like I’m not sitting here completely exposed, skin still humming from his touch, staring at the shredded remnants of my costume.
I don’t even know where to start with putting myself back together.
He grins around the cigarette, smoke curling up between us.
“That’s the sight I’d like to see every day when I get into work.” His voice is gravel, sinful and smooth, and as he stalks back toward me, my pulse leaps. He cups my cheek like I’m something delicate. Like, I’m not just another woman he’s gotten his way with.
“A beautiful, naked woman spread out for me on the couch.”
I shouldn’t read into it. I won’t. I know better.
“Well, this naked woman needs something to put on so I can go,” I mutter.
He chuckles, picking up his dress shirt and tossing it to me.
And then the door bursts open.
“Fuck, Anthony, learn how to knock,” Giovanni growls, his entire body tensing with irritation.
Heat floods my cheeks as I clutch the shirt tight to my chest, wishing the floor would swallow me whole. Anthony’s eyes widen before he quickly looks away. “Oh shit, sorry.”
The embarrassment claws at me. I want Giovanni to kick him out, to shield me the way he did earlier on the floor.
Instead, he takes a long drag of his cigarette, moves behind the bar with infuriating ease, and pours himself a drink.
Standing there in nothing but his boxers, he looks every bit as commanding as if he were dressed in a tailored suit.
“What’s up?” he asks casually, like I’m invisible. Like I’m not naked, humiliated, and unsure if the last hour meant anything at all.
My chest tightens. I don’t know whether to scream or cry or worse beg him to mean what he said with that kiss.
Anthony clears his throat, still staring hard at the floor. “Boss, uh…we got a situation.” His voice dips, the words careful. Weighted.
Giovanni exhales a long stream of smoke, his jaw tight. I know enough to recognize that whatever this “situation” is, it has nothing to do with me. And yet, the way Anthony’s eyes flicker in my direction, like he’s walking through a minefield, makes my stomach twist.
Giovanni doesn’t even glance at me as he takes a slow sip of his drink. “Handled?”
Anthony shifts uncomfortably. “As good as it’s gonna be. He won’t cause any more trouble.”
My pulse stutters, unease crawling up my spine. He? Who the hell are they talking about?