Chapter Thirty-Three
The rest of our dinner went as smoothly as can be expected after my father left. Giovanni hasn't allowed a moment to pass since we were at the restaurant that some part of him hasn't been touching me. I've been relishing in the constant contact, it’s allowed a peace to take over instead of the other emotions that my father brings out of me. Our car pulls up just outside of the front door. I feel his eyes boring into the side of my cheek as I stare out the window. He reluctantly releases his hold on me as he slides out into the dark night. I’m lost in my own thoughts, unsure of the feelings that have come to the surface tonight.
I startle when my door opens his concerned expression makes me realize my silence as I process how this has been affecting him. When he reaches out to help me out, I leap out of the car and wrap my arms around his middle. A whoosh of air rushes past his lips as he wraps himself around me, and lets out the anxiety I inadvertently caused.
“ Bella , none of this is your fault.” He whispers into my ear as he holds me tight. I lift my chin to look up into his beautiful brown eyes and offer a reassuring smile. My hold around him loosens enough to grab his hand and lead him inside to our room.
When we're finally in the safety of our sanctuary, he closes the door behind him, the click of the lock makes me smile. I hear the thud of his shoes hit the floor as he kicks them off mere seconds before I feel him at my back. His solid wall of warm muscle molds to me perfectly.
“ Amore Mio , are you ok?” Giovanni's lips are at my ear as he whispers his question. “I didn't expect him to show up like that.”
My shoulders sag when he brings up my father. I spin in his arms to face him, my hands reach for him and cup his face. Our eyes lock on one another for several moments before I step up onto my tiptoes and pull his face to meet mine. Our lips press firmly together for several beats before I pull away.
“I want to forget about him. Tonight was supposed to be for us, help me forget.” I stare into the depth of his beautiful chocolate gaze. A sinful and mischievous glint lights his eyes as he peels his suit jacket off and tosses it on the chair behind him. He steps into my space, forcing me to move backward as he loosens the silver tie around his neck. He lifts it over his head and tosses it somewhere behind him, forgotten the moment it's out of sight.
The moment he begins to untuck his button up, my mouth goes dry. With every single button that is undone, my body is forced backwards until my thighs hit the bed. My throat bobs as I swallow hard when he shrugs off the shirt, his bare chest on full display. His chest is covered in breathtaking art, no matter how many times I see it, my heart stutters. Giovanni's hands land on my hips as he spins me to face the bed. A squeal escapes at the sudden change in position.
Giovanni gathers my hair in his hand as he piles the wild mane on my left shoulder. I feel his breath grow closer as he dips his head to press soft kisses against my neck. The sensation sends a jolt of heat directly to my core. I feel him smile against the same spot when he lifts his hands to the zipper of my dress.
“ Bella , this dress has had my cock leaking since you stepped out of that car.” His smooth voice bathes me in anticipation while he slides his fingers under the fabric to slide it off my body. “I am going to bury myself so deep inside you, there's no telling where I end and you begin.” He slaps my ass to punctuate his point, a feral growl sounds from deep in his chest when the impact reverberates against my skin. He steps away and turns me back to face him. I can see the heat fill his gaze the moment his eyes land at the apex of my thighs. Excitement and a bit of the possessiveness I love to see on him when he realizes that I haven't had anything on under the dress at all. “Oh, Amore Mio .”
He guides me to lower myself on the bed. My lips curl up into a sinful smile as I take in the beautiful man before me. Before I can make a comment on how much I need him. He’s already propped on his elbows between my legs. His face dips out of sight and I feel his breath against my sensitive flesh.
I cry out with pleasure when his tongue swirls sweet circles around my clit. I've lost count of just how many orgasms I've had this way. My thighs tremble as they clamp hard against his ears when my release rolls through my body once again. My chest heaves with heavy breaths when he finally lets up. I whimper as a slight breeze rushes over my pussy. Everything is so much more sensitive, I feel like I could scream.
My eyes go wide when I try to prop myself up on my elbows, hands grip my ankles and I'm flipped onto my stomach. No longer able to see the man who continues to worship my body, I begin to ache for his expertise again. You'd think I haven't been forced to climax multiple times since we got home with how badly I need to come again.
“Lift your ass up for me, Bella .” His sultry voice taunts me.
I immediately follow his instruction like the good girl I want to be for him when the sting of another smack lands. My lips part with a needy gasp. I feel him between my legs and press myself backward to feel him, the action only results in another stinging slap against my tender cheek.
“So greedy, Amore .” The grin on his face is obvious with his tone. Without another word, I feel the thick tip of his cock nudge against my entrance. I let out a sigh of relief when he presses himself inside. The more of him I get, the more of him I need. Giovanni slowly begins to pump his hips in and out of my tight pussy, my body becomes impatient and I force myself backward, sheathing him to the hilt. A delicious groan sounds as he exclaims, “Jesus Christ.”
When I match his every thrust, his fingers dig into my hips as he tries to slow me down. A pulsing sensation inside me has me crying out with desire. I feel him grow harder inside me with every pump of his hips. My lips curve up at the corners knowing that the more my confidence grows inside the bedroom the more aroused he becomes, which I didn't realize was possible. Sudden emptiness makes my head spin as he flips me onto my back and slides back home.
Dark brown eyes roam my body as he lifts my legs over his shoulders. My mouth parts as incoherent sounds leave my body with every way he positions me, only to make the pleasure more intense. When I feel his arm wrap around the outside of my thigh to hold me in place, while his other expertly teases my clit, my body vibrates with anticipation.
A breath is lodged in my lungs when the overwhelming stimulation of being filled with his cock and worked over with his fingers like a goddamn guitar string have me shooting over the edge. My screams of pleasure come out silently when I forget to breathe until Giovanni pinches my clit between his thumb and forefinger, causing an explosion of rolling orgasms. His eyes sparkle with pleasure when he stills inside me, the sensation of his cum filling me makes my pussy clench harder around him. Fuck, why does this feel so good?
“Fuck me, you just milked my soul from my dick.” Giovanni grunts as he collapses on top of me and presses his lips to mine in a heated kiss. He presses his forehead to mine before he rolls off of me and onto his side a second later, strong arms pull me back into his chest as he dozes off.
My mind hasn't calmed down even after several mind-blowing and explosive orgasms. The anger I feel over the threat my father attempted to impose tonight is too much. My hair is still damp from the shower I took before coming to the gym, but I don't give a damn if I drip on the mats. When I open the door to find Michael using the punching bag I smile, even if I want to punch him since I have to wait.
“Couldn't sleep?” He smiles knowingly at me.
I shrug my shoulders as I pad over to the dreaded treadmill. My cheeks heat when I feel his gaze locked on me.
“Get over here. I'll spar with you, kid.” His kind offer is met with a wide grin on my end.
Nothing feels quite as good as beating your frustration and anger out against someone who is easily three times your size. Michael is a good-looking guy, even if he's closer to my dad’s age. I can see why Brittany is drawn to him the way she is.
The past twenty minutes of dancing around him, blocking his shots, and throwing punches of my own has my blood pumping. I feel a sense of pride fill me each time I get to practice with him. When we started, he told me his goal is for me to be able to take Giovanni down. My goal is to be able to take Michael down. One day it will happen, and I know that the ability to lay him out on his ass means that my father will never be able to hurt me again. My closed fist lands hard against his jaw, sending him stumbling backwards. I scream, worried I've hurt the giant, and rush toward him.
“Oh my God, are you ok?” I shriek out.
Michael's chuckle sends a rush of relief through me. When his eyes meet mine, his grin is wider than I've ever seen.
“You're doing good, kid.” His expression changes as he considers something. “Can I ask you something?” I've never seen a man appear to be sheepish before this moment.
“Sure, anything.” My curiosity is killing me as I stand still and wait for him to proceed.
“What's Brittany's deal?”
“Deal? What do you mean?” My brow furrows as I try to understand his question. When I'm unable to comprehend what he's trying to ask, I attempt to get clarification, but Michael cuts me off.
“Never mind - it's a bad idea.” He shrugs his shoulders and walks out of the gym without a glance back at me.