Chapter 8 #2
She nodded, whimpering again.
I smirked as I slipped two fingers inside her and teased her clit with my tongue. It only took a few seconds for her to come undone, her sweetness flooding my fingers and mouth. “Good girl,” I murmured as I licked her clean, sopping up every drop of her luscious nectar.
Her breathing was ragged as I sat up. Our eyes met as she moaned, “More.”
I wanted her more than I’d wanted anyone else, but I still said, “I’m going to ask you one more time. Are you sure? Because once I’m inside you, I don’t think I’ll be able to stop.”
She nodded. “Yes. I’m sure.”
I took my boxer briefs off and positioned myself between her legs. The tip of my dick grazed her folds. “Last chance, sweetheart. Are you sure?”
“Yes,” she snapped, grabbing my dick and placing it at her opening. “Now shut up and fuck me.”
I let out a gruff laugh. “Yes, ma’am.”
I slowly pushed inside her, both of us groaning with every inch. She was so tight, and I worried I was hurting her so I stilled.
“Don’t stop, oh God, please don’t stop,” Gianina whimpered, gripping my biceps tightly.
I pushed myself the rest of the way in until I was seated inside her. She winced, but she wrapped her legs around my waist and held me in place.
Before I started thrusting, I asked, “Are you okay?”
She nodded. “More.”
I pumped my hips, slow and gentle. Gianina hissed, but she pulled me deeper, arching her back.
Her hands fisted the sheets as she moaned. She felt perfect beneath me, like she was right where she belonged even though she wasn’t mine.
She is mine.
She was mine as long as we were in this cabin, and I was going to take advantage of every goddamn second of it.
My thrusts were slow and steady, bringing both of us to a crescendo. Gianina’s moans became louder and louder and watching her face flow back and forth between pain and pleasure was intoxicating; she was intoxicating.
Leaning down, I captured her mouth with mine as I continued to pump into that sweet pussy. Her nails dug into my back as I increased my pace, feeling my release building.
I kissed her until my lips stung, then tore my mouth from hers. Her lips were swollen, her face flush, and in that moment, she was the most gorgeous thing I’d ever seen. “Oh, God, Enzo,” she cried out.
Hearing my name on her lips added more fuel to the fire burning in my veins. After a few more thrusts, I slammed deep into her, stilling as I came with a guttural groan.
My heart was racing, my breaths ragged as I held myself up. Gianina’s half-lidded eyes met mine, and a lazy smile danced across her lips.
I smirked before rolling onto the bed next to her, still catching my breath.
Her hand found mine, and she laced our fingers together. “That was amazing.”
I chuckled. “Yeah. It was.”
“Not bad for my first time, huh?” she teased.
I turned my head to look at her, fighting a laugh. “Yeah, kid, not bad.”
“How does it hurt but feel so good at the same time?”
I shrugged. “I don’t know.”
She snuggled up against me, resting her head where my chest met my shoulder. “We need to do as much of that as we can before we leave here.”
I twirled a lock of her hair around my finger. “I like the sound of that.”
As we laid in silence, my mind started racing as it came down from its sex high. I realized I didn’t use a condom. “Are you on birth control?”
“Yes.”
I exhaled a sigh of relief. “Thank God.”
She giggled. “I guess I should’ve made you wear a condom. I don’t know where you’ve been.”
I laughed. “I should’ve known better. The last thing either one of us needs is a baby. Your dad would definitely kill me.”
“That’s for sure. And I don’t want to be a single mom at eighteen.”
I kissed the top of her head. “How are you feeling? Are you sore?”
She tilted her head to look up at me. “A little but nothing too bad.”
I nodded. “Good. We should survey the damage and get cleaned up.”
She yawned. “Can’t we just cuddle and go to sleep, then deal with it in the morning?”
I glanced down. There wasn’t that much blood and only a few spots were on the bed. “You stay here and I’ll get a washcloth to clean us up. Then, we’ll do what you want.”
She smacked her tongue, giving me that sexy pout of hers. “Okay.”
I untangled myself from her and went to the bathroom, got the washcloth, then returned to the bedroom. I cleaned Gianina’s inner thighs and pussy, then went back into the bathroom and cleaned my dick off in the shower.
When I got back to the bed, her eyes were already closed, her mouth slightly open. I grabbed the blanket from the foot of the bed and covered her with it, then slipped under it next to her.
She snuggled up against me almost instantly. I couldn’t stop the smile that curved my lips as I wrapped my arm around her and closed my eyes.
I was in deep shit.
The next morning, I awoke to Gianina pressing her ass against me. I growled and nipped her shoulder. “You keep doing that and I can’t be held liable for my actions.”
She pushed back harder and hummed a sound of pleasure. “What did I tell you last night?”
I guided my length to her opening, rubbing it with the head of my cock. “I don’t remember. Tell me again.”
She let out a small moan, trying to angle herself so I would slip in. “I want you as much as possible before we leave here.”
“Ah, that’s right,” I replied gruffly, still slowly circling her entrance. “Are you sure?”
“Yes,” she murmured.
A lazy smirk curved my lips as I pushed myself inside her. This position made her even tighter and she hissed, making me still.
“Don’t stop,” she pleaded, her response a combination of a moan and a whine.
I resumed slowly pumping in and out of her as I snaked my hand around to play with her clit.
She gasped when my fingers made contact, moaning as I played with the sensitive bud.
It didn’t take long for both of us to find release, Gianina crying out only seconds before I came.
I kissed her shoulder before pulling out and rolling out of bed. “You’re getting up already?” Gianina asked.
I glanced over my shoulder at her. She was looking up at me with her puppy dog eyes and signature pout. “I was gonna shower and get up, yeah.”
“What’s the rush? Not like we can do anything or go anywhere.” She gestured to the window at the violent haze of white outside. “The storm is back in full force.”
“Well, what did you want to do?” I asked, arching a brow.
She shrugged. “Cuddle and go back to sleep, then wake up and have more sex.”
I barked a laugh. “Is that so?”
She bit down on her bottom lip and nodded. She patted the bed next to her.
I fought a smile, but climbed back in bed with her. She snuggled up against me, letting out a sigh of content. She felt so good in my arms, at my side.
Like she was right where she belonged.
Thoughts like that would get me in trouble.
I was definitely fucked.
Once Gianina finally let me out of bed, I showered and got dressed for the day. The storm was back with a vengeance, so I started a fire to combat the chill in the cabin.
Then, I went around and did all my security checks, making sure everything was locked, all the sensors and cameras were online, and the generators were charged up.
“Everything in order, Drill Sergeant?”
A small smile curved my lips as I turned to face her. “Yes. Are you hungry?”
“Starving actually. I didn’t realize sex made you so hungry.”
I laughed. “How does french toast sound?”
“Amazing,” Gianina answered giddily. Her happiness was infectious, and I hated to admit I preferred this version of her rather than the sulking, bratty mafia heiress.
After we had breakfast, Gianina went and sat in her favorite chair by the fire with her sketchbook.
I grabbed the crime thriller I’d been reading and sat down across from her.
Ever since the storm started, we’d gotten into a comfortable routine. Since there wasn’t much to do, she would sketch or read, and I would read or work on something around the cabin. Sometimes we’d watch something on one of the streaming sites, but we typically didn’t like the same shows.
Go figure.
But now that we were having sex, I wasn’t sure exactly how to act around her.
After an hour or so, Gianina sighed. I glanced up from my novel to see her setting her sketchbook on the coffee table. “I’m bored. Let’s play Life.”
Arching a brow, I chuckled. “Okay.”
She hopped up and went to the closet with all the games, then came back and started setting up the board.
“I can’t even remember the last time I played this,” I stated, closing my book and setting it down.
“It’s been a few years for me, but it’s one of my favorites.”
I watched Gianina set up the spinner, money, and cards. Then, she grabbed the pink car and a pink person and set it on the starting point.
I picked the green car and a blue person, then set it next to hers.
Smiling, she asked, “College or career?”
“Career. I’m not starting off in debt.”
“I’m going to college. I’ll make more money in the end.”
I smirked. “We’ll see.”
“Okay,” she said, spinning the little wheel with way too much enthusiasm. “Please be anything but a one.”
The wheel clicked around and landed on a one.
She groaned and dropped her head back dramatically. “The universe hates me.”
I chuckled. “Just move your car, princess.”
She shoved the tiny plastic car forward one space, muttering under her breath about injustice. Her hair had come loose from whatever braid she’d attempted earlier, and the auburn strands fell into her face, brushing her cheek as she leaned over the board.
I forced myself to look at the game, not her. I mostly succeeded.
“My turn.” I flicked the wheel with two fingers. It landed on a nine.
“Ugh,” she groaned, throwing one of the tiny cars at me. “Stop winning.”
“It’s not my fault I’ve got good hands.”
Gianina froze, her cheeks turning pink. Then slowly, deliberately, she looked up at me with a heat in her eyes that nearly knocked the breath out of my chest. “Fair point.”
I focused back on the game to avoid thinking about all the things we did earlier; things I wanted to do to her again soon.
Clearing my throat, I moved my car. “Your turn.”
The game moved fast. The fake job cards were ridiculous; the taxes even worse. She laughed every time I groaned at landing on something else I had to pay.
Then she hit Buy a House.
“I want the cozy cottage,” she said with no hesitation.
“You would,” I teased.
She narrowed her eyes at me. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“You like things that feel safe.”
She went quiet. Not offended, but I could tell I hit somewhere deep.
“And you don’t?” she asked
I lifted a shoulder. “Not really an option in my line of work; either of them. I need practical.”
She stared at me for a long pause, like she was trying to read the parts of me I kept locked away.
Each day she got closer.
Neither of us said anything. We kept playing; fake adulthood continued—career changes, bills, taxes. I pulled a speeding ticket and Gianina laughed so hard she snorted, which made her laugh even harder.
God, she’s… too much. Too alive. Watching her made something pull in my chest..
Damn it. I was in trouble.
When she pulled Have Twins, she gasped dramatically, her face lighting up.
“No,” I snapped immediately.
“It’s just a game!” she laughed.
“Absolutely not.” I plucked the card from her like it was a live grenade. “You get a puppy instead.”
She grabbed a balled-up napkin and threw it at my face. I tossed it back at her with a chuckle. She squealed and dodged, her hair falling in her eyes, cheeks flushed.
She was so goddamn beautiful.
The storm got louder outside. The fire dimmed. Shadows moved across her face in soft patterns. We were nearing the end of the board, but neither of us seemed to want to get there.
She reached the end first.
I sighed. “Fine. You win.”
“You sound so bitter,” she teased.
“I am.”
Smiling, she started packing the game away. Something small and warm curled in my stomach.
Before I could stop myself, my hand came down on the board—light, not blocking, just… asking her to pause.
Her eyes come up to mine slowly.
“This was…” The words got stuck. I forced them past my guarded throat. “Nice.”
Her eyes softened in a way that knocked the air out of me. “Yeah. It was.”
The moment hung there, quiet and dangerous; a slow, pulling gravity I couldn’t back away from. The more time I spent with her, the more I wanted her. Not just sex, but everything. She made my life brighter just by being in it.
We sat there in the soft hum of snow and crackling wood, staring at each other like the space between us was something we both suddenly became aware of.
I cleared my throat and stood. “I’ll lock up. Make sure everything’s secure.”
I said it casually, like nothing had changed.
But my voice was rough, too low, too thick.
And I was avoiding looking at her.
Which meant everything had.