Episode 24
Episode 24
My Life in Shambles
JULIANNE
“Say you’ll work with me on getting revenge against Brenden and Bianca,” I pleaded and held out my hand, hoping against all odds that Gio would agree. “Say yes to marrying me,” I whispered, my heart in my throat, my entire plan depending on his answer.
Gio closed his eyes and sighed deeply. “Fuck me.” he rumbled.
“I plan to. But only once we’re married, old friend,” I chuckled dryly. The situation wasn’t funny at all. It was fucking tragic , but I didn’t see any other way around Bianca and Brenden’s betrayal. They couldn’t get away with kicking me to the curb of my own family’s company. Besides, Giovanni was the standard I compared all other men against. He was the most handsome man I’d ever met. He had a great sense of humor, cared deeply about those he loved, and was a genius in business. I’d learned a lot from him while working at FM Enterprises, and knew I could teach him a few things as well. He’d also been an incredibly attentive and giving lover the one time we’d had sex—a fact he’d forgotten after he passed out in bed beside me all those years ago.
Gio rubbed his face with both hands and slumped over, his elbows resting on his knees as he hung his head.
“Our parents would have a field day with this plan, Jules.” He sighed so deeply I could feel the weight in the air pressing against my body like two metal plates squashing me from either side.
I shrugged and pressed my lips together as the reminder of what I’d lost came racing back to the surface. Even thinking of my parents for a moment too long would bring on the waterworks, and I’d already cried a river of tears since their unexpected death. Now I was just so angry.
Angry at my brother.
Angry at Bianca.
Angry at God for taking my parents away.
And frankly, I was angry at Giovanni for running away from it all to lick his wounds, leaving me behind. And here I was, my entire plan depending on him.
My life in shambles.
“Look, the parents I knew wouldn’t have allowed any of this to happen. I’d still be living my best life at FM Enterprises. You’d still be marrying a backstabbing, unfaithful bitch, and loyal to a friend who clearly wasn’t giving the same in return. Perhaps this was meant to show us Brenden and Bianca’s true colors. Though I have no clue what it means about my parents and them not leaving me equal shares. That’s still something I can’t wrap my mind around, no matter how often I run through every possible scenario.”
Giovanni nodded. “It doesn’t make sense. They loved you deeply, Jules. I find it all hard to believe as well, but marriage…between you and me?” He swallowed, and I watched his Adam’s apple bob deliciously along his tanned throat.
“A marriage between you and me would be filled with trust, respect, hot sex if that kiss was anything to go by, and a whole lot of success in business. And if our marriage has the added bonus of making Brenden and Bianca go nuts?” I grinned wickedly. “All the better.”
Giovanni crossed his arms over his chest, his legs spread out wide as he tapped a foot. He looked large and in charge, a king on his throne, ready to crush the enemy.
“Aren’t you angry?” I prodded at the simmering beast.
Gio’s gaze flashed to mine. “Of course, I’m angry. Brenden betrayed me. I called that man brother.”
I nodded. “Yeah, and Bianca. You gave that twat all of your love, time, and planned to give her an amazing life by your side. She not only spat on that gift, she got your best friend to be an accomplice. I know that hurt, Gio, because they both did the very same to me.” I scrambled over to him, fell to my knees and rested my hands over the center of his strong quads. I lifted my chin and stared straight into his eyes. “These two people did the unthinkable. I need your help and you need mine. Together we can be such a force.”
He reached out and cupped my jaw tenderly. I rubbed my cheek into his palm like a content kitten.
“If we come together, Julianne, and it goes bad, it could break our families’ bond forever.”
I cupped his hand over where he held my face. “And if what’s between us is good, we could be the legacy our parents always wanted for us.” I let go and put both of my hands to his thighs again, then ran them up and down the long, muscular length, my touch gliding from soothing to intentional.
Giovanni’s gaze heated as my wandering hands moved further up his thighs, my fingertips just barely grazing his hard length, for which I was rewarded with a sharp grunt. He’d been hard since I’d grinded on his lap and kissed him silly. What he didn’t know was that I was wet between my thighs and more than ready to show him exactly how much I was attracted to him.
I wanted Giovanni’s help, but I also genuinely enjoyed working with him. We were a formidable team. With Brenden, we’d been the three musketeers. Somehow all that changed with the introduction of Bianca and then the deaths of our parents. I wanted to go back to the time it was just us three and our happy parents.
“Giovanni, our new reality has changed.” I kept running my hands up and down his quads, my fingers purposely grazing the firm bulge behind his slacks as I forced his legs to open wider.
I crawled on my knees until I was fully between his thighs. Boldly, I cupped his length with my entire hand and smiled devilishly at him when he moaned, the sound bouncing around the too quiet room.
“Jules,” he grated, but I felt his hips press forward, pushing his length deeper into my hand, as though he couldn’t help himself. Even when I could clearly see the restraint in his expression, I proceeded to stroke him from balls to tip. His jaw was firm, the muscles in his neck and cheeks bulging. He showed his teeth when I shifted my hands to his belt and started to slowly pull the leather through the metal buckle.
“Let me show you how amazing it could be between us, Gio?” I taunted breathily and licked my lips.
His gaze went from heated to a burning inferno. “This isn’t smart,” he warned, but didn’t stop me.
I undid his belt, drew the zipper down, then curled my fingers around the waistband of his slacks. His breath was sawing in and out of his chest as he watched me insert my hand into his black boxer briefs and pull out his thick, long, cock.
“Damn, so not only are you hotter than any man has a right to be, you have a monster cock too?” I teased. I’d barely gotten a glance at it years ago.
He was about to speak when I gripped his length and swirled my thumb around the glistening tip before stroking him down to the base.
“Fuckin’ hell, this is going to be complicated.” He grunted but moved his hips in an alternating pattern from my strokes.
I grinned. “Oh Gio, you have no idea.” I bent forward and swallowed him whole, all the way down to the base.
One of his hands dove into the back of my hair where he fisted it at the roots and followed my movements up to the head, where I laved at the bulbous crown. A cat lapping up all the cream. I rolled my tongue around the mushroom capped top, sucking at it until more of his arousal seeped at the tip.
“Christ Jules, where the fuck did you learn that?” Gio’s hands tightened at the back of my head as he cupped my jaw and pulled me off his cock. I was immobile, my lips just grazing the sticky head. I flicked my tongue out and teased the slit at the top, making sure to get every drop.
“Dirty girl,” he hissed, his tone dripping with desire as arousal rippled through me. My entire body ached. My clit pulsated as my lower body clenched with the need to take him inside.
“Let me…” I flicked my tongue, barely getting a taste of him from where he held me hovering at a distance. I gazed up at him from my position on my knees, submissive to his whims, his cock standing hard and proud.
“You want to take this cock down your throat again, Julianne?” He growled. “Taking me so deep you choke on it until I explode?”
I mewled and nodded, suddenly desperate to give that to him. To make him lose his mind so completely that we both got exactly what we needed.
“Tell me what you want?” His grip in my hair tightened almost to the point of pain. But that slight jolt of discomfort set me reeling. He’d stumbled upon a side of me I didn’t even know existed but wanted desperately to explore.
“I want you,” I whispered.
He shook his head and shoved my head toward his length. Instantly, I gobbled up his cock like it was a feast and I hadn’t eaten in days. My throat had barely been breached, my nose nestled against the black trimmed curls at the base as my pussy clenched around nothing, arousal coating my lace undies, when he yanked me off again.
“No, dammit!” I griped, trying to move my head back to my tasty toy, but his hold was strong. I couldn’t even stick my tongue out and tease him at that distance.
“You will do as I say, Jules,” he bit out, almost as if he was angry but hadn’t tipped over the edge. “You suck my cock when I say you can, not when you want. Am I clear?” He commanded in a sexy snarl that made my heart pound and my clit throb.
“But—” He cut me off at the quick.
“When we are being intimate like this , you do as I say, or we will never work out. I need control in this. Do you understand?” His nostrils flared as his gaze pierced mine. Those eyes said he was about to give me unspeakable pleasure, the likes of which I’d never experienced before. I simply had to trust him.
I was so turned on, all I could think about was putting my mouth back on my prize until he satisfied me by shooting down my throat. Fuck, I could practically taste it now. I panted, my gaze going from his weeping, hard cock, to his magnificent face. I couldn’t help my response. This Jules was suddenly not me. She was Giovanni’s to mold and play with until we mutually got what we wanted.
“Say you understand, or this stops now,” he clenched his teeth.
“I understand.” I trembled.
He smiled devilishly, an entirely different Giovanni sitting before me. This man was confident and arrogant, unconcerned that his cock was out, the tip wet with my saliva and his arousal.
He’d never been sexier, even including the single night we’d had. This was a new, mature Giovanni. A man who knew exactly what he wanted, how he wanted it, and just how he expected his woman to tend to him. I couldn’t fucking wait to rock his world. Because this whole experience was obliterating mine in ways I wouldn’t be able to contemplate until later, after it was all said and done.
A shiver tore through me as I realized in that moment I wanted nothing more than to please him. Knowing if I did, he’d reward me somehow. I needed that reward.
“Good girl. Now use that mouth to take me deep.” He loosened his hold on my face, and I instantly took him back in my mouth. I moaned around his erection and did as he’d instructed, taking him all the way down my throat, breathing through my nose and relaxing my tongue.
“Fuck yeah,” he roared into the empty room, the sound vibrating in the air around us.
I doubled my efforts and went to town on him. Up and down, flowing with his thrusts. His hand stayed in my hair and would tighten and loosen along with his movements. So much so, I felt like I was a bucking bronco, along for the ride, until he cupped the back of my head and held me down.
“Swallow it all,” he demanded, his words a raspy growl.
I hummed low in my throat, and his body went stiff as he came. I did as he’d bade, swallowing like a champ, feeling so unbelievably proud of myself when he groaned and shook. Just as I pulled off his softening length, he hauled me up and over his lap. Suddenly my chest and belly were pressed to his thighs and the silky fabric of my dress was up over my ass. He wasted no time at all ripping the lace fabric of my undies at the seams and tearing them off.
I had no idea what was coming, but screeched when my entire ass became enflamed with white hot fire.
“Ouuch! What the hell!” I yelled as another blow of Giovanni’s hand crashed against my ass jolting me forward.
“Dirty, fucking girl,” he smacked me harder, my cheeks bursting with pain that sizzled and spread out before warping into unbelievable tingles of pleasure .
What in the…
Another smack, lower on my ass, where the fleshy bit met the back of my thighs.
That time, a moan slipped from my lungs, low and heady. Another fire brand came down on the other fleshy cheek, which had me tilting my ass up higher, desperate for him to hit me lower. To touch me where I wanted him most.
“Look at that pretty round, red ass, begging for more of my touch. Let’s see just how much you want release, hmmm…” Giovanni hummed. Then his fingers slid between my thighs, two of them plowing straight inside me.
“Oh my God, yesssssss,” I cried out.
“Just as I suspected… soaked .” He plunged his fingers deep, and I clung to his thighs.
“Please, Gio,” I begged and hung my head. I’d never wanted to come so badly in my life. Right then, I was his to play with. His to pleasure. His in everything he wanted.
He hooked his fingers and started to fuck me with them. His thumb maneuvered between my folds, found my clit and circled the hardened bundle of nerves until my body contorted into a silent scream. The orgasm shot through me so fast I wasn’t prepared for how huge it was. Giovanni held me across his legs as I bucked, grinding into his hand as the pleasure splintered and spread through my entire form.
I came and came and came until my body went limp on top of him, and I blacked out.
When I woke, my dress was back in place, and I was chest to chest with him. My legs draped over one side of his lap as he held me close with both arms.
“Hey,” I spoke gently, feeling emotionally and physically raw.
“Jules, what happened…it wasn’t…I just lost my mind after that kiss and…”
“It was so hot, I’ll be masturbating to it for years.” I chuckled then yawned.
“Wait, you’re not mad?” He swallowed slowly, his gaze searing into mine, his expression tortured while I felt sated and content for the first time in months.
“Depends. Are you going to marry me now?” I asked, then pressed my head to his shoulder and sighed, wanting nothing more than to close my eyes and sleep for a week.
“Jules, we need to talk more about that. Especially after what happened.” His words were filled with concern and regret.
I sat up and cupped both of his cheeks, forcing him to pay close attention. “What happened was hot as fuck, and I want to do it again and again. You didn’t take advantage of me. If anything, I started it by rubbing your hard-on, until, of course, you took the reins and gave me a sexual experience I certainly won’t ever forget.”
He bit into his bottom lip. I reached forward and used my thumb to remove it from between his teeth. Then, I lowered my head and kissed that spot.
He returned the gentle kiss until I pulled away. I got up, grabbed the panties he’d torn, balled them up and tossed them at him. He caught them midair.
“Hold onto those for me, will ya?” I winked then went over to the contract and signed my name with a flourish. I grabbed the contract and pen, brought it over to him and held both out before him. “We just proved how explosive we can be in the bedroom. Let’s spend the next three years kicking ass, taking names, and sticking it to my brother and your ex. How about it?”
His gaze traced my body from head to toe before he closed his eyes and shook his head. “Where do I sign?”