Chapter 62 Tommy
Tommy
Trying to determine whether or not she’ll be angry with me for showing up here after she refused to see me the last two days.
Once I step inside the door, the noise in my head cuts off.
She’s there.
Giovanna is sitting at the dressing table in a white wedding gown that flows around her.
Her skin is glowing as always, but her shoulders curled in on themselves, her hands trembling as she swipes at her face.
The air smells like hairspray, perfume, roses wilting in vases.
She looks up at me, her eyes swollen red, mascara smudged like bruises under her lashes.
She smiles at me through her tears. Fuck, she’s so beautiful, it’s hard to breathe.
“I should have brought waterproof mascara,” she says, voice wrecked, raw.
“It keeps running, and I have to keep redoing it.”
I cross the room in three strides, dragging her out of her chair and into my arms. The gown clings to her curvy breasts and waist, then flares out, all soft lace and silk.
I’m careful with her hair, knotted in some fancy twist with curls falling loose by her face, and pull back to cup her face, staring at her wet pink mouth then dragging my eyes up to meet hers.
“You’re beautiful,” I choke out.
She laughs, a cracked sound.
“You’re not supposed to see me in my wedding dress.
”
“That only applies to the groom,” I murmur.
Her smile contorts, and she collapses in my arms, sobbing against the lapel of my suit.
I cup her jaw and force her to look at me, but when she turns her big wet hazel eyes to me, something inside me breaks, and I crush my mouth to hers.
She tastes like salt and tears and desperation.
My hands are everywhere, tearing, yanking, sliding up under layers of silk until my fingers meet her heat.
Her sobs turn into moans, her nails carving my back as I drop to my knees, push the weight of her gown up over her thighs, and eat her like I’m starving.
Her scar is there, the orchid and vines I carved into her skin, and I trace my tongue along its lines.
She arches, gasping, her heels spiking into my shoulders, and I grab her ankles, pressing her feet into me harder, until I feel her white wedding heels break skin through my suit.
Groaning into her pussy as I work her, she shudders, her nails digging into my hair as she bucks against my face, chanting my name until she falls apart in my mouth.
I stand, unbuckling, unzipping, dragging her up to her knees so I can kiss her again before I shove my cock in her mouth.
“Eyes on me, sweet girl,” I murmur to her, gripping her fancy hairstyle in my fist as her hazel eyes sparkle with lust and tears.
She gags, mascara streaking darkly down her cheeks, spit shining her chin, her pink lips stretched wide around my cock as she takes me in her throat.
She’s the most perfect thing I’ve ever seen.
“My beautiful mess,” I say, smearing her lipstick across her cheek with my thumb as I hold her head still and fuck her.
I pull out of her mouth and yank her to standing, then turn her, bending her over the dressing table, forcing her to look at her reflection in the mirror.
“Look at yourself,” I growl against her ear as I bend over her back, slamming into her.
“Look how fucking beautiful you are. Look at what you make me do to you. I’m the only man who will ever be inside you.
The only man who will ever make you come.
”
“Yes, baby,” she whispers, and I groan, fucking her harder.
Her eyes are locked on mine in the mirror, face flushed.
She looks destroyed and holy all at once, and I stand to my full height, still deep inside, and slap her ass hard, the crack of my skin on hers echoing in the room.
Her hooded eyes pop wide as she gasps, and I smirk at her.
“You were a bad girl, not letting me come see you the past two days.” I bring my hand down hard on her other cheek, admiring the red handprint it leaves behind.
“Telling me ‘no’ when I want to fall asleep balls deep inside you is not allowed. Telling me ‘no’ when I need to be inside you will never happen again. Do you understand?”
She can barely get the words out.
“Yes…yes…”
“You’re mine. Do you hear me?
Mine. Say it, Giovanna.”
Her voice breaks, pleading.
“Yours. I’m—yours….”
“You are not marrying anyone but me,” I growl, watching her stare back at me, clinging to my gaze in the mirror, her hands scrabbling across the dressing table, knocking over bottles and makeup and brushes as I pound into her.
I grunt as I slap her ass as I fuck her, using her dress as reins as I ride her.
“The dumbest thing I ever did was wait for anything with you. I should’ve been fucking you the minute you turned 18, moved you in with me, made you my wife.
You’re the only woman I’ll ever come inside of, the only one I’ll ever need.
”
She splinters around me, screaming my name, and I go with her, filling her, burying myself so deep she’ll never get me out.
For a second, everything is perfect—her trembling body pressed to mine, our breaths ragged in sync, love and rage and forever burning through me.
I hold her face, making her meet my eyes in the mirror.
“I love you, Gi, always. You’re coming with me.
Get out of that fucking dress. We’re leaving.
”
Her blissful expression melts into anguish.
“If I don’t marry Antonio, Aurelio will kill all of us.
”
I pull her up and turn her to look at me.
Her hair is falling over her face, and I smooth it back.
“Let me and my brothers worry about that. Now get dressed.”
She shakes her head, a shadow falling over her face.
“I know you and your brothers can handle him, and I trust you to protect me, but you need time, and Aurelio will kill my parents if he can’t take it out on us.
My mother—” She chokes back a sob, her voice cracking darkly.
“She’s suffered enough.”
I grip her shoulders, forcing her to face me.
“I didn’t come here to fuck you and send you off to marry another man, Giovanna.
The mission is to get you out of here, right now, this minute.
Vin is out there with his crew.
How do you think I got in here?
Aurelio’s got men crawling all over this place, but I had someone hack the cameras.
We immobilized the obstacles.
We’re ready. You just have to come with me.
”
She shoves at my chest, frantic. “I don’t want to start a war today!
I can wait. I’ll marry Antonio. I’ll be whatever they want me to be, as long as I know you love me.
I can survive anything for you. Even being away from you.
”
The words gut me. I step back like she’s stabbed me.
I can’t fucking believe what I’m hearing.
After all this time, all these years apart, she’s still going to keep up this charade with Antonio?
“That’s not happening, Giovanna.” My voice is raw, desperate.
“I can’t be away from you for another fucking minute.
You think I can sleep without you?
I can’t.
I need you in my bed, in my arms. I need to be inside you every night.
You might be strong enough to handle being apart, but I’m not.
I can’t handle having you live with another man, sleeping next to him every night—not for anything.
”
Her hands tremble as she cups my face, staring at me like I’m breaking her in two.
“Baby,” she whispers, tears spilling down her cheeks.
Then nods slowly. “I can’t do it if you’re not okay.
I won’t. But let me tell Antonio.
He has to disappear too, or Aurelio will kill him.
He doesn’t deserve to die for this.”
I bare my teeth and snarl.
“Why the fuck do you care about him?”
She closes her eyes and shakes her head.
“I don’t, Tommy. I’m in love with you. I’m going with you.
He’s an asshole, but he doesn’t deserve to die because we’re too selfish to be apart any longer.
”
My chest heaves. I want to drag her out of here right now and kill that fucker myself.
“We don’t have time, Gi. We’re taking too long as it is.
We were supposed to be out of here long before the ceremony, and it’s scheduled to start in—” I glance at my watch.
“—20 minutes.”
“Remember years ago, when you told me to text him, cancel our date?” she says softly, stepping away from me and picking up her phone.
“I’m doing it now. I’m texting him to come here so I can tell him I can’t marry him.
”
She shows me the screen as she types out the text and sends it.
Antonio’s reply comes immediately: On my way.
My phone goes off. It’s a text from Vin.
Apparently, I missed a dozen or more texts from him since I’ve been with Gi.
Where tf are you, bro?
This place is filling up.
We need to be out of here NOW.
God damn it, Tommy.
Answer.
Fuck her on your own time.
Let’s fucking GOOOOOOO!
!!!
Dude, you need to be out here right now.
Aurelio knows something is up.
GET HERE.
He drops a pin so I know where to find him, and I look up at Giovanna, who is reading over my shoulder.
She nods. “Go. I’ll be fine, baby. You going out there will calm Aurelio down.
Just let me do this, and I’ll text you when I’m done.
”
Every instinct in me screams ‘no.’ But the way she’s looking at me reminds me of the first night I fucked her.
Fear, vulnerability, and waiting for me to tell her what to do.
I grab her face in my hands and kiss her hard.
“Hurry,” I whisper against her mouth. “Text me when you’re done, then meet your father as planned when Antonio leaves, and walk down the aisle.
I’ll meet you at the altar.”
Her eyes widen.
“But Aurelio, his guards—”
“We’ve got that covered.
”
“But Tommy, I’m a mess!”
“Come with me right now then.”
“You’re crazy!
” She laughs, bending to catch sight of herself in the mirror and touching her wild hair with a sigh.
“Fuck it, I love you,” she breathes, and I kiss her one more time before I reluctantly let her go.