Chapter Nine
Gabriel
I am not a patient man, but this is a game of patience.
Tonight, almost cost me everything. I almost waited too long. I should have given up being cautious. Being careful is a waste of time in this world. If I could take it all back, if I could go back just one night, I could have saved my sweet princess from the damage Santino caused.
Cradling her to my chest as we sit in my bedroom, I am shaking with rage. Seeing him on top of her, her soft body bare as he pinned her down, made me want to shoot him dead. If not for Dario taking my gun to prevent that, I would have. We have a way we do things in our world—I cannot go against the rules if I want to keep her safe.
Blood will be shed. I will kill Santino for hurting her, for scaring her, for even thinking about her. With her blessing, I will kill her father as well. This entire ordeal is about his greed, his desire to align himself with someone powerful. He picked the wrong man to throw his weight behind.
“My poor princess,” I whisper as I rock her gently, her arms clinging to me as I kiss her temple. “Never should have let you go. I won’t again. Not ever again, baby. This is where you will be safe. Where I can protect you.”
“He...he won’t get to...I mean you won’t let him....”
“Santino won’t ever breathe your name again. I will end him. I will punish him for what he has done. I won’t let him or anyone else get that close to you again. Please forgive me.... I was such a fool to follow a stupid code.”
Gianna pulls back, her eyes darker than I have ever seen them. It breaks my heart. I am to blame. I let her go long enough to negotiate the war I knew would come. I had to convince the other families I had a damn good reason for blowing up the current peace within our world.
Gianna is worth starting a war.
“But you were there . You stopped him,” she mumbles softly.
“Never should have had to stop that. He...he almost...”
“But he did not,” she whispers, cradling my face in her soft hands. “You were there when I needed you. That is the first time someone has ever been there when I needed them most. I have nothing to forgive.”
“Yes, you do. I need you to forgive me for letting him ever get that close. For ever letting you out of my sight. I do not want to control you the way they did but...baby, I need to be sure I can keep you safe. I am keeping you here where no one can get to you.”
“Gabriel,” her voice is soft, her eyes lighting slowly. “I do not want to be anywhere else but here, with you.”
Before I can move, she presses close, fitting her mouth to mine. Her mouth is so sweet, tasting of strawberry and mint. I lick her full lips and slip my tongue inside her mouth, groaning as she suckles at it teasingly. Her ass shifts on my lap, a throaty moan coming from her when she feels how hard I am. I have no right to be turned on. No right to want her the way I do.
Gianna twists on my lap, moving to straddle me as she takes over the kiss. I love how she grows so needy. How she takes what she wants from me. It is so hot knowing she wants me as badly as I want her. I have never felt this kind of desire for anyone else and I know I never will again.
This is it. Gianna is it for me—nothing and no one else will ever do.
“Gabriel,” she cries out as she tears her mouth from my, chest heaving, eyes wild. “Please, I need you. Make me forget he touched me.”
Groaning, I burrow my face in her soft tits, breathing in her sweet scent. Cupping her ass as she rocks on my lap, I dip my head to suck at her left nipple. Her cries as I suck and lick at her budded flesh makes me so hard it hurts. But I do not deserve pleasure. I have not protected my woman, so I deserve nothing while she deserves everything.
Moving to the other breast, I suck hard, imagining her round with our child, milk filling my mouth. Fuck, that just makes me hotter. I bite down on her skin, sucking harder as she rocks faster against me. I smack her ass, the sound loud in the quiet bedroom. Smacking the other cheek, I laugh as she whimpers and starts to grind herself on me.
“Such a greedy princess,” I growl, nipping at her breasts, her throat, her shoulder. “Tell me you need me. Tell me you need just me, Gianna.”
“Yes, yes, I do! I need you. Please, I want...I want you to make me come. Will you do that? I need it, Gabriel.”
“How do you want it? Want me to fuck my fingers into that soaked pussy? Or lay you down so I can stuff my tongue deep in your cunt?”
Whimpering, she goes heavy in my arms, answering me. Chuckling, I lie her back, watching as she stretches out in the dark sheets of my bed. Hell, she is a damn goddess, her dark hair fanning out beneath her, her skin glowing in the afternoon sunshine peeking in the dark curtains.
Kneeling between her spread thighs, I take a moment just to appreciate her. How thick her silky thighs are, how wide her hips are. Those perfect, tear shaped tits with the pink pebbled nipples. Her beautiful eyes stare up at me, hunger in their depths. Hunger only I will be able to sate.
“Such a fucking goddess. My pretty little princess,” I hum against her skin, kissing her thighs as I push my own clothes off.
“Yes, I am a princess,” she whimpers, bucking beneath me as I blow gently on her soaked pussy.
“Yes, my princess. My queen,” I rasp, licking her open with a long, slow, greedy lick. Grasping her thighs, I lift them atop my shoulders as I dive into her pussy, sucking at her juices to savor her sweetness.
Slowly licking my tongue inside her tightness, I dig my hands into her thighs as they start to shake. Teasing my teeth over her swollen clit, I bite down, and she screams, arching off the bed. Smirking at how responsive she is, I do it again, stuffing my tongue inside her as her pussy clenches tight.
“Yes, yes, yes, please,” she whimpers, fingers in my hair, her hips rocking.
“Taste so sweet, baby. I want to eat this creamy cunt every night.”
“Oh, God, yes,” she moans, tugging at my hair as I fuck my tongue into her tight slit. Again, I bite down on her clit, feeling the tremor of her body.
Taking my time, I suck and lick at her, loving how she trembles, how she chants my name, begging me for more. I could die with her pussy in my mouth and have no regrets. Besides regrets of not filling her with my cock.
Reaching down, I stroke my stiff cock, but I won’t let myself come. I do not deserve it. It is just there, just out of reach. Rubbing the swollen crown, I grunt at the slickness there, I am so turned on I am aching with need. Need I will not satisfy yet. Not before I have given her the pleasure she deserves.
“Gabriel, please don’t stop. It’s so good. I love it,” she pants.
Stilling, I stare up at her as she mutters this. What she wants to say is she loves me. It is there in those stunning eyes of hers. Eyes I see my future in. My bride, the mother of my children, the love of my fucking life. I will wait forever for her to give me those words.
I will spend the rest of my days trying to steal her heart for mine.
Still watching her, I go back to eating her, to pleasing her, to driving her mad. Making her need me, and me alone. I could spend forever between her thighs, smelling her sugar, licking her sweet folds, sucking her candied cunt
Before I met her, I never bothered with women. I might toss some cash at a girl at one of our clubs to suck me off, but I never repaid the favor. I never took any of them to my bed. I am damn glad I did not waste my time. None of them, no one else on this earth, could ever compare to Gianna.
“Oh...I’m coming. I’m coming! Yes, baby, I’m coming!”
Shouting it out, she writhes beneath me as I lick her through one orgasm. I do not stop until she soaks my beard with a second one, my lips suckling at her clit, my fingers pumping inside her pussy until she chokes them with her tightness. Once I finish her off a third time, I scoop her up, slamming my mouth to hers as I head to the bathroom.
Drawing a bath in the huge sunken tub, I stand with her cradled to my chest as she deepens the kiss. My princess loves kissing. I told her I would give her everything, and I will. If she wants to kiss for hours, we will kiss for hours. If she wants me to kill someone then fuck her like a beast, then I will.
There is nothing I won’t give to her. Nothing I won’t do for her. I have no idea what sort of spell she has woven over me, but I don’t care. If I am under her magic, if I am to do her bidding for the rest of time, so be it. There is nothing else in the world that matters to me the way she does.
I will live and die for her now.
“Tell me another dream, baby,” I husk as we sink into the water, her eyes soft as they stare up at me. They tell me so much, her eyes. When she is turned on, when she is satisfied, and when she is scared. They're serene now.
Gianna turns in my arms to lie back against my chest, her hands walking up and down my thighs. It becomes almost a massage, the way her hands work my skin and I sigh in contentment. Until she tells me another dream.
“Knowing my brother. He died before I got to know him. He loved horror movies, I remember that. Father let him do whatever he wanted, gave him anything he asked, never kept him from the business. Think he figured those horror movies were nothing compared to real life.”
“Oh, my sweet baby,” I hum, dropping kisses down her shoulder. “Tell me what you do know.”
Something hard, hot settles in my chest. Because now that she has mentioned having a brother that was lost, a faraway memory comes to me. It is broken into pieces, but it tells a terrible tale. One that I must tell her
“His name was Anto. Not Antonio, not Anthony. Just Anto. Whatever he was to my father, to my mother, he was just...Anto to me. He made me laugh, he took me to play with him, he shared his sweets with me. We were close until.... He was just gone. They killed him because of father, but it was me who was punished. They blamed me because they wished it was me.”
“Gianna,” I gasp, just thinking about her trauma, her pain, knowing they punished her, it tears me apart. “It was not because of you.”
“Now I know that. For a long time...not so much. I miss him. Even if I cannot remember him at all, I will miss him forever.”
Sighing, I tighten my arms around her because I am about to deal a blow. “Gianna...they didn’t.... They lied, princess. All this time...it was a lie. Anto was not taken because of debts the Bianchi owed. Anto was not your father’s son, baby. He was the first-born heir of Antone Scarsi. Your mother...she was promised to him. They were set to be married before your father took her for himself. That boy was not his and they both knew it.”
Several moments of silence pass as she lets my words sink in. My hold tightens on her as if I can keep her in one piece after the bombshell I just dropped. Thinking for most of her life her brother was gone, buried beneath the dirt. All along he was out there with his father creating an empire.
Thinking she has been quiet long enough, I get us out of the water. Just as I did the first night, I kept her here almost all night—until I had Stefan take her back home before dawn—I slip my robe over her trembling shoulders. Lifting her again, I cradle her to me as I turn the covers down on our bed, slipping her beneath them.
“Don’t go,” she croaks as I turn to go, reaching for me.
“Oh, baby,” I kneel beside the bed, bringing her reaching hands to my face. I kiss the soft skin inside her wrists, her palm, then her fingertips. “I am coming back. Back to you, to this bed, where I will hold you every night for the rest of forever if you will let me. Let me go grab some food for my little princess. Some wine because we’re going to need some wine.”
Lying back with a sated sigh, she nods contentedly. Curling up with my pillow, burrowing her face in it, she is humming like the sweet kitten she is. I kiss her forehead then rush from the room. I am doing all I promised her. Food, wine, back to bed. Before I go back, I must make one call.
I call her long-lost brother, Anto, one of my best friends and the capo of the Scarsi families. It is time he let his little sister know he is alive and well.