Chapter 37 Gio
GIO
The drive home feels endless. All I can think about is getting back to Raven, seeing her with my own eyes—because after a night like this, she's the only thing keeping me from turning into a complete monster.
The driver opens my door, and I'm home, finally. I step inside, my body still humming from tonight's activities and the thought that I'm so close to ending all this, to keeping her safe.
As I walk down my hallway, I still feel the adrenaline not fully burned off, but the moment I see her, everything changes.
Raven's sitting at the kitchen island, idly spearing a piece of lettuce with her fork. It's such a simple thing, but it stops me cold.
Her hair is messy, loose, and up in a bun. She's wearing one of my shirts, hanging off one shoulder, my scent all over her. Bare legs, her skin golden under the warm kitchen light.
She looks like she belongs here. Like this is her home. Like she's mine.
And that thought? It wrecks me.
It stirs something deep in my chest. I've never come home to a woman before. Never wanted to. Not like this. Not to someone waiting up for me, completely unaware that I just ordered a man killed and walked away like it was nothing, all for her.
But with Raven, it's different.
I move toward her slowly, my pulse heavy. She doesn't notice me yet, too focused on stabbing a cherry tomato with her fork. My hands clench at my sides because all I can think about is what it would be like to come home to her every night. To have this as my reality forever.
The thought punches through my ribs, hits deeper than anything has before.
And then another thought takes root.
Her, round with my baby, moving around this kitchen. Carrying my blood inside her. Building our legacy. Adding to the Bonventi Dynasty.
Fuck. My cock hardens instantly.
I want that. The kind of want that's bone-deep, primal. It makes my stomach burn, makes my blood run hotter.
She finally notices me when I step behind her, my hands gripping her waist. She gasps, startled, but I don't give her time to react before I drag my mouth over her exposed shoulder, up the side of her neck.
"Gio…" she breathes, her body going soft against me.
I don't answer. I bite her neck, just hard enough. My hands slide down her sides, gripping her thighs, squeezing. She lets out a shaky breath, pressing her legs together.
"You been waiting up for me, baby?" My voice is rough, still edged with the violence I haven't fully let go of.
She nods. "Yeah."
I slide my left hand under my shirt she's wearing, fingers skimming along her ribs, her stomach. She's so fucking soft. So different from everything else in my life.
"I thought about you all night," I say against her skin, my right hand moving lower, palming the heat between her thighs. She sucks in a breath as I press against her, starting to feel her wetness growing. "Thinking about how I was gonna come home and fuck you until you're pregnant with my baby."
She gasps, her whole body tensing.
I smile. She fucking likes that.
I grab her stool and spin it so she's facing me. Her eyes are wide, full of heat, and I see the way her chest rises and falls, see the way she's wanting me.
I lean down, act like I'm going to give her a kiss, but stop just inches from her lips. "Get up," I say softly.
She obeys immediately.
I push her shorts down, let them pool at her feet before I turn her around.
I don't waste time. I shove her forward, flattening her against the cold marble island, my hands spreading her thighs as I drop my zipper. My cock is throbbing, aching, desperate.
I run a hand up her spine, fisting in her hair, forcing her to arch.
"You like when I come at you a bit rough, baby?" I ask firmly.
"Yes," she gasps.
That's all I need.
I thrust inside her in one brutal stroke, no barrier, no hesitation, nothing between us.
"Fuck," I moan, my grip tightening as she squeezes around me, perfect and fucking drenched. She lets out a strangled moan, fingertips trying to grip the flat surface of the counter as I pull back and slam into her again.
She takes it. All of it.
My fingers slide down, grip her jaw, tilting her face just enough for me to kiss her—deep, messy, lustful.
"I'm yours," I growl, teeth scraping her lips.
She moans into my mouth, and I feel it all over my body. It's like electricity.
I pound into her, hard, brutal, relentless, and the thought of filling her makes me snap. Makes me fuck her even deeper. Makes my quest to completely claim her more than even I can handle.
"Oh God, Gio. This feels so good," she calls out.
I pull her hair, lifting her head up off the counter, her back arching as I continue to pump into her hard and fast. I'm not gentle, I'm not slow. I'm destroying her, and she's taking all of it.
"Don't stop, baby," she moans.
I grip her hair tighter. "Let me hear you shatter around my cock," I command.
Her moans come quicker, louder, and I feel her body tense around my shaft. It's the feeling I've come to desire most during our pure erotic fuck sessions.
She starts to shake, and for a brief moment, she goes silent, then lets out a scream as she comes undone around my cock, her body almost going limp as ecstasy pumps through her.
Her tightness intensifies my release, and I know I can't hold back any longer. Now that she's come, I don't want to.
I thrust deeper, stronger, more aggressively than before. My vision darkens as I build up everything I have to offer her.
Not stopping because I can't, I don't just fall off the edge—I fucking run and jump off.
I explode inside her, shoving deep as I moan, my cock throbbing as I pump her full, not stopping until I'm empty.
Then I hold her there, locked in place, making sure she takes every last drop.
And when I pull out, I see my cum dripping out of her, spilling down her thighs.
That won't fucking do.
I drag my fingers through the mess, then shove it back inside her, pushing deep.
"Not wasting a drop," I say, watching her shudder. "I want you full of me."
I press a possessive kiss to her shoulder.
"You're going to have my baby Raven Carvello."
Her breath hitches, and fuck, I love it.
I love her.
And she'll be mine forever.