12. New Rules
12
NEW RULES
GIOVANNA
When Tyler entered the house again, I was still in the den. Curled up on the couch with a blanket over my lap, I rested my head on the spongy, back pillow. Fenway was sitting on the floor next to me, his head laying on the cushion beside my feet. Tyler shook his head with an amused eye roll when he approached, sitting next to me, pulling my legs into his lap.
“I hope using this blanket is okay?” I darted my gaze around the room. “I mean, if it was special to her, I don’t want to make?—”
Trailing his fingers up and down my shin, he smiled. “No, you’re good. I bought that a few months ago. You might have to fight Naya for it, though.”
“I’ll let her have it back.” I snickered before my voice trailed off. “Sooo, does he hate me?” I was nervous to ask, but I needed to know. Usually, I didn’t care about that sort of thing, but with these people, it was different. I cared… a lot.
“Ian?”
I nodded once.
“Definitely not,” he chuckled. “It’d be easier if he did, though.”
“Ew,” I snickered, poking him in the side of the leg with my toes. “Hey, that’s not nice!”
Grabbing my ankle, he put it back in place, then laid his palm on my thigh. “He actually likes you.”
Smiling, I threw the blanket back and moved to straddle his lap. Draping my arms on his shoulders, I laced my fingers together behind his neck. He rested his palms on my hips, shifting on the sofa. His semi-erect cock pressed into my mound.
“Wow, my brother-in-law liking you makes you want to straddle me?” He cocked a brow.
Huffing playfully, I squinted. “Nooo, though I have to admit, it makes me feel a little less nervous.”
“Since when do you get nervous about anything?”
Bobbing my head back and forth in thought, I weighed my response. “There are a few things in life that make me a little nervous. Are you forgetting, I’m human?”
Amusement painted his expression again. “What makes you nervous?”
“Well, for starters, him. I don’t want to ever do anything to disappoint him or anyone in your family.”
“And why is that?” The smile diminished from his face, and his grip tightened on my sides.
I circled the back of his neck with my fingernails. “Because I like y— whatever this is between us.”
“That’s my dick.”
I snorted before becoming serious. “I know you’re reluctant about things, but I’m okay with friends with benefits if you’re okay being friends.” Playfully looking sideways at him, I moved my nails to his shoulders, pressing them into him slightly.
“Gia—”
“You worry too much, Mr. Prescott.” I wiggled back and forth on his lap.
“Because you make me fucking crazy.” He peered deeper into my gaze. “Being with you, like this, and when we’re at work, makes me feel pretty violent at times. I want to kill anyone who touches you. It isn’t really jealousy. I just want them to know you’re—” his voice trailed off, his eyes glazing over in lust.
“I’m… what?”
His firm hold tightened on one hip while he cupped the back of my head with the other, pulling me toward him. Placing his lips next to my ear, he muttered, “Off limits.”
Grinning wide, my eyelashes fluttered as his lips grazed my skin. “I have a job to do,” I whispered, inhaling his scent. Though only a hint of his cologne remained, his natural smell made me melt.
“I know you do.” He peppered my sensitive skin with soft kisses between each word, before taking my nape between his teeth. Swirling his tongue around his target, he teased me, then sucked my skin into his mouth hard. His firm hold tightened on the back of my neck as he held me in place. Finally, he released my skin, murmuring, “It kind of turns me on when you’re dancing for other people, but I don’t want you fucking anyone else if we’re going to continue to see one another this way.”
I placed my fingers on the lingering sensation. “You just fucking marked me.”
Inspecting his work with pride, he flickered his gaze to mine. “Tell me you’re only mine to fuck.”
Being the brat I was, an evil smirk emerged. “And what if I don’t want to play by your rules?”
Entwining his fingers in my hair, he pulled my head to the side, placing his mouth a few inches up from the hickey, repeating his assault on my neck again. I moaned at his touch while his other fingers slipped up under the back of my knit shorts. He squeezed my naked ass in his palm. He kneaded my flesh, sucking harder, before finally breaking his kiss.
Standing, he laid me back on the couch, tugging my bottoms off and tossing them over his shoulder. “You will play by my rules.”
“Maybe I’ll fuck every man in that club,” I teased.
“I dare you to try.” Lowering his face, he pressed his lips to each of my inner thighs.
Moaning, I writhed beneath him as he took my clit between his teeth, biting around the piercing and hooked an arm around my leg. His other digits found my entrance, and he pinned me down, teasing my hole with the tip of his finger. His assault continued on my little button. He groaned against me, causing a vibration. I arched my back, but he held me tighter, licking and sucking my folds as he slipped a second finger inside me.
He peered up at me, hunger in his eyes. My heart pounded rapidly as his digits moved inside me, his thumb rolling over my sensitive clit. “If this is going to continue, we’re going to have to have some rules between us,” he growled against my pussy.
“Continue how?” I moaned out the question before my breath hitched at him changing his rhythm.
Crawling up onto his knees, he grinned down at me with pure lust in his eyes. “First, taste yourself on my tongue.” Lips crashing into mine, he pressed his rock-hard cock against me.
Our kiss deepened, and I became intoxicated, tasting myself on him. Knowing he had my essence in his mouth made me feel a sense of ownership, and I had to remind myself that he didn’t belong to me and never would. I loved the thought and could pretend by letting him set the rules.
Breaking the kiss, he moved his hand to his black sweatpants, freeing himself, probing my entrance ever so slightly. “I only want you fucking me. You can work for Luxe but no sex while we’re involved.” I nodded, and he shoved half his length in, causing me to let out a loud moan. He pulled out. “Am I clear?”
“Yes, sir.” I ran my nails down his tanned six-pack, feeling the ripples beneath them.
“When I want to touch you, or even fuck you,” he cupped my neck, squeezing ever so slightly, “you better give it to me. I don’t care what’s going on or who’s around.” He pressed his cock halfway into me once again.
“Yes, sir,” I replied through another loud moan.
“You can dance, get naked, grind, put a man’s hands on your body, I don’t care. I know it’s your job, and I don’t want to piss anyone off.” He pulled himself out of my pussy, replacing his cock with two fingers. “But every fucking one of your holes belong to me.” He wiggled his digits, then lifted them to my lips again, sliding them into my mouth. “Am I clear?”
Savoring my flavor, I nodded, mumbling, “Yes, sir.”
Lining himself up with my entrance, he shoved himself in hard. While his fingers remained hooked on the side of my mouth, his hips continued their powerful motion. He nipped and sucked my neck with each thrust inside me.
My moans echoed through the room as his erection filled me completely. I could feel his heart pounding against my chest, matching my own, lost in his dominance. The sound of his breathing, growing heavier with every movement, reminded me of how much I turned him on.
I never wanted this to end. I was dying inside, knowing he could never commit to me because he wanted to protect me. And somehow, that turned me on even more. He was protective because he wanted me safe. No man ever cared about me that way because I never gave them the chance, and they always saw me as an object. I didn’t mind Tyler using me for sex because, in the end, I knew we were much more… or so I hoped.
“You’re so tight,” he groaned, pulling out and slamming back in, dragging me out of my romantic thought. “Tell me you belong to me.”
“I…”
He lifted up, his eyes locked on mine. Forcing himself into me harder, he demanded, “Say the words.”
He caught me off guard, and it caused my mind to pump the brakes on my little bubble. My heart belonged to him, but I didn’t deserve to be loved by him or ever be more than a friend or a hook-up to him.
I panted, panicking, my voice barely audible as I struggled to come up with a reply that wasn’t a lie. “I belong to your rules .”
He furrowed his brow for a moment, clearly dissatisfied with my reply. Withdrawing himself from me, he sat on the sofa, then pulled me onto his lap. Straddling him, I sank down onto his length again, throwing my head back with a loud cry as he bottomed out against my cervix with force.
Fingertips digging into my sides, he guided me back and forth on his lap, and I soon forgot my inner turmoil. I leaned back, pressing my palms into his legs as I rolled my stomach, giving him a show while I rode him. “Do you love watching my pussy move up and down your huge cock?”
He smirked, lifting my hips in his commanding hands. “I love everything about you, baby.”
Our eyes met, and our understanding of the moment was clear. The feelings were mutual, but it was as far as we’d let it go; sex between two obsessed people.
I rolled my hips faster, our bodies slamming together with each thrust, sweat now trickling down our skin, mingling with our passion. I could feel him pulsing inside me as my pussy tightened on his shaft. His eyes never left mine, his gaze was intense as he watched my body move in a way only he could command.
I knew this wasn’t love, but whatever it was, was ours. Love would never come for us and that was okay. This is fine. Everything is fine. It’s enough , I kept telling myself. It was where we were meant to be, where rules were first and commitments and secrets were secondary to the uncontrolled thirst that drove us insane.
I begin to tremble, my inner walls fluttering around his thickness. “I can’t hold it anymore,” I cried out, my voice shaking with pleasure.
His fingers dug into my sides, his eyes still focused on mine. “Cum with me, baby, let it all go.”
My nails dug into his shoulders as he continued to thrust into me, his hips thrashing up against me in perfect synchronization with my own pleasure. The orgasm hit me hard, my body shaking and arching as I came undone. I fell forward against him, resting my head on his shoulder.
“Fuck,” I breathed. “You better not fuck anyone else either.”
He chuckled against my shoulder. “I think we have bigger problems to worry about.” Sprinkling kisses on my skin, I took a final deep breath before he carefully lifted me off him, setting me gently onto the couch.
“Like whattt?” I asked, arching a brow at him.
Reaching over, he took my jaw in his hand, tilting my head and inspecting my neck with pride. “Like how I’m going to keep my fucking hands off you in front of everyone.”
The following morning, Tyler took me home after we woke up. One of his kids had gotten sick, and he needed to go pick them up early from their aunt and uncle’s. Shortly after I arrived at home, Luke texted me, wanting to pick me up and take me to a meeting.
Last night ran circles in my mind as I made sure the four hickeys Tyler put on me were covered. Leaning closer in the mirror, I dabbed green color corrector on my shoulder and neck, feeling the lingering ache of his teeth and lips on my skin. “Fucking vampire,” I snickered.
My neck wasn’t the only part of me feeling it today. My entire body was left to feel the traces of his touch, my pussy still aching and sore, just as before. I needed to touch myself. To imagine feeling him again, but I didn’t have time. I applied a little concealer and setting powder, then finished the final touches on the rest of my makeup.
I looked over at the time on my phone, only to see a text from Luke pop up on my lock screen.
Just pulled up.
“Shit.” I gave myself a final look of approval before snatching up my belongings and speeding out of my apartment. The elevator seemed to crawl up to my floor and back down. The minute the doors parted, I rushed out of the building, onto the sidewalk.
His Escalade window was down, his arm hanging out the side, and his eyes concealed by his Aviators. “Knees to chest, Gia, knees to chest! Let’s go!”
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” I grumbled under my breath as I hurried through a crowd of people speeding by on their way to and from the Subway stop under my building. Jerking the passenger door open, I slid in, reaching back and letting my bags fall on the floor.
He paused for a moment, tightening his gaze on mine.
“What?” I folded my arms over my stomach after buckling myself in.
He shook his head with a smile, then looked ahead as he pulled away from the curb into traffic. “Nothing but we need to talk about today.”
I sat silent, gazing out the window for about fifteen minutes, until I couldn’t take the quiet any longer. I was too curious. I twisted to him. “Well? What about it?” I shifted again as much as the seatbelt would allow. “Russians?”
“Not even close.” He glimpsed me, then back at the road. “Italians.”
“Can I ask who?” Now I was skeptical.
“The Rovati brothers.”
I breathed a sigh of relief when their last name rolled off his lips. I was expecting one of my father’s enemies. But the Rovati men, I could handle. I’d handled one of them before… three times. I giggled at the thought.
“What?” he asked, peeking over at me.
“Nada.” Thinking Luke didn’t need to know that information, I buried it with all the other secrets I had tucked away about my past. Client confidentiality? Not quite.
Several years ago, I went back to New York for a court case. Emilio had me bent over my own father’s car hood after a meeting one night at the house. Giovanni and Luca drove separately and left, but Emilio stayed behind and charmed me into a quickie after my father retired to his bedroom for the night. The next two nights, we met up at the hotel his brother owned and continued our short-lived fling.
“Anyway,” he shook his head, “they’re here about a fight we’re finally going to host.”
“The one Jade told me about, but it keeps never happening?”
“Yeah, well,” he raised a hand, “thankfully we didn’t have to, but Ian’s dead set on it now for a few reasons.”
Puzzled, I rolled my bottom lip between my fingertips, deep in thought about why I was going to a meeting about warehouse fighting. Then, I recalled that a couple of the Pivovarov family members were prized champion fighters. Shit . I knew where it was going.
“You said not even close when I asked about the Russians.” I said, quirking a brow with my head tilted.
The SUV turned into the parking lot of an old warehouse. Two armed guards stood next to a little building that looked brand new. The property was surrounded by a tall, metal fence with several layers of razor wire on top.
“Today, we’re just meeting with our friends, but they brought someone with them,” Luke said as one of the guards opened the gate and waved him through. Luke stretched his neck out, scanning the property. “Still getting used to the guards.”
“Fancy,” I half-joked.
Peering ahead at the abandoned-looking buildings, I grinned. Shipping containers were arranged in what appeared to be a maze off in the distance next to the water. The atmosphere was eerie, and I loved everything about it. Picturing the past, I imagined it was once thriving and loud with legal activities. Now, it just looked like a place where people came to die.
“Ian had a new fence, cameras, and a guardhouse built after the incident with Jade’s ex.”
“I was right.” I laughed quietly as he came to a stop next to a row of other cars and SUVs.
“About?”
“Nothing.” I opened my door and hopped out, gravel crunching under my white Timberland boots.
“Leave your stuff in the car for now,” he said as I shut my door simultaneously with his. Leading me to the side of the brick building, he nodded at Indigo.
I knew Indigo well. He was one of two of Giovanni’s bodyguards. His lips parted in a knowing smile when he saw me. “Gia,” he bowed his head.
“Hiii, Indigo.” I wiggled my brows as I passed him, stepping into the building.
The minute the door closed, Luke put a hand on my shoulder, stopping me in the narrow corridor. “How do you know him so casually? I thought he’d only been to the club once or twice before you left.”
I smirked as a bug landed on my neck, and I reached up, scrubbing my fist on my skin with a grin. “I might have fucked Emilio a couple of times.” I decided to be truthful.
His eyes swelled, and he opened his mouth to speak, but Ian’s voice boomed from the other side of the wall.
“Luke, is that you?!”
“Shit, Gia!” Luke whisper-yelled. “Is there anyone else you fucked that I know personally? We’re about to walk into a really tense meeting and?—”
“LUKE!” Ian bellowed.
“Coming!” he called out, his eyes narrowing on mine. “Nice hickeys.”
“Huh?” I jerked my head back, then slapped my hand over them, realizing I’d just wiped the makeup away. I pointed my thumb back over my shoulder with an amused expression. “Should I have left my gun and knives in the car too?”
“Jesus, Gia.”