Chapter 27
Twenty-Seven
Rowen
I blamed Giancarlo’s magic sex potion cologne. There was no other explanation for how I’d turned to goddamn putty in his hands, for the way I’d melted against him as he made me promise not to run. For letting him kiss me.
For kissing him back…
I was doing a hell of a lot more than just kissing the man. We’d somehow both ended up on our feet, devouring each other’s mouths like we’d find oxygen in there to breathe, tearing off as many articles of clothing as possible while blindly stumbled toward the bedroom.
His bedroom.
Apparently, where I belong.
Now that I was finally tasting what I’d been—stubbornly, stupidly—denying myself for so long, I didn’t know how I could be expected to go back to treating this arrangement as “just business.”
Was it ever?
It was hard to remember, not when Giano’s tongue was tangling with mine, laced with honey and good intentions, as if I was good enough to receive them.
How can he possibly think I’m a good man?
I’d never given Giano any reason to believe I was. The first time we’d met—on the terrace of The Skyline, when I’d been drawn to him like a raggedy moth to a fancy flame—I’d been nothing but a scoundrel.
Flirting shamelessly.
Stealing his money.
Giving him this art heist idea in the first place.
Fuck…
If something goes wrong, it will be all my fault.
“Whatever you’re thinking about, stop it,” Giano growled like a goddamn animal in my ear, making me arch up off the bed.
When the hell did we get on the bed?
We’d also lost the rest of our clothing, apparently, as he had his hand wrapped around both our dicks, slowly stroking us together with our collective pre-cum.
Who needs 14-karat lube anyway?
“I was thinking about how you moaned like a whore while I ate your ass,” I lied, kind of, since now I was thinking about exactly that. “What a slut you were for my tongue.”
How I want to do it again.
“Mmm… I was a slut for your tongue, wasn’t I?” he murmured, delighting me as always that he played along. “Perhaps we should see if I can make a slut out of you as well.”
Wait.
What?
Before I could reassert dominance, Giano released my dick and flipped me onto my stomach. And before I could pretend to protest, he’d yanked my bottom half up onto my knees, wrenched my cheeks apart, and dove, tongue-first, into my hole.
JESUS FUCKING CHRIIIIST!!!
Of course, I’d been eaten out by past partners, but it was never my favorite bedroom activity—mostly because the vulnerability made me squirrely. When it was Giancarlo Luxford feasting on my ass, however, I miraculously discovered I didn’t mind it so much.
I fucking love it, actually.
He was gracing my hole with the same, sensual attention he’d given my mouth. Alternating long, languorous licks around my rim with measured thrusts inside—one, two, three strokes—just enough to have me writhing and moaning and begging for more as he started the cycle all over again.
It’s official.
I’m a slut for this man.
“Mmph… I wanna come…” I mumbled—drooled, really—into the bedsheets as I was repeatedly denied an orgasm, but Giano only laughed.
“Not yet, baby.” He nipped at my inner thigh, using my cutesy nickname against me as I shamefully melted some more. “Not until you know you’re mine.”
Oh.
All at once, I realized I’d underestimated my little billionaire. He’d submitted so beautifully for me, letting me run the show both in and outside the bedroom, I’d assumed he was happy right where he was.
Surprise, surprise.
He’s a switchy rich bitch.
Giano was so naive, so sheltered in so many ways, I’d forgotten he was raised in a cutthroat world where outmaneuvering your equally powerful opponent was how you came out on top.
And, apparently, my man wanted to be on top.
Fine.
“Pleeease, Giano…” I dramatically whined, peering over my shoulder and batting my eyelashes like the demure little slut that I was. “I still haven’t shown you how sorry I am.”
I can play dirty too.
That got him to stop edging me with his magic, boot-licking tongue for a moment. “Oh? What did you have in mind?”
I took a very deep breath, rallying my courage to ask for something I’d never wanted from anyone—because I’d never trusted anyone enough.
But I think I trust him…
“I want you to take control!” I blurted out before I could lose my nerve. “Fuck me however you want—just… just claim me as yours. Please…”
Giano stared at me with blatant shock for long enough that I whimpered for real, dropping my forehead down to the mattress, humiliated beyond belief.
Buuuut still hard as a rock, apparently…
“Don’t hide, Ro.” Giano’s amused voice had me peeking open an eye as he rolled me onto my back again. “That simply wasn’t what I was expecting to hear.”
“You don’t have to if you don’t want to…” I muttered, still flustered as hell that I’d asked for my ass to be owned out loud.
“Oh, I want to, and I’m thrilled you trust me enough to ask me to take control.” Giano smiled wide, his immediate understanding of the situation settling my remaining anxiety. “But…” His expression grew concerned. “Don’t you need a safeword in this instance?”
Not likely.
Then again…
Who knows what this boot-licking freak will come up with.
“Welllll…” I wiggled beneath him, trying to get our dicks to rub together again. “My safeword was Piguet, but you’ve cured me of that particular trigger.” I paused to openly admire my new Bond villain accessory.
Because we fuck with fancy watches on.
“How about ‘commercial flight?’” Giano mused as he lubed up his fingers. “Does that work for a safeword?”
I barked a laugh, even as I propped my feet up on the bed to give him easy access. That this man not only found me funny but could make me laugh while my dick was out…
Don’t get too swoony, Rowen.
Before I could really embarrass myself—with more confessions or, hell, a marriage proposal—I cupped his criminally attractive face in my hands and delivered a disgustingly sweet kiss instead.
It will be our little secret.
The kiss turned sloppy and slutty soon enough, especially as Giano slipped two fingers inside my ass to work me open, making me moan like a whore directly into his mouth.
No regrets.
“Be good for me,” Giano soothed as I grew impatient, lining up his perfect dick with my entrance and slowly pushing his way inside. “There won’t be an inch of you I haven’t claimed by the time I’m done.”
I groaned as he bottomed out, adjusting to the perfect stretch he provided and wondering how I’d ever be satisfied with anyone else again.
What if I don’t want anyone else?
“Mark me up, Moneybags…” I rasped, dropping my head back so he couldn’t see my panic. “Just make sure we can hide it beneath my clothes.”
Keep me as your dirty little secret.
“No,” he replied with a snap of his hips before lowering his head and sucking on my Adam’s apple.
“No more hiding,” he continued, moving on to the side of my neck—kissing a trail until he reached that spot behind my ear, determined to ruin me.
“I don’t want to hide who I am from anyone anymore… especially not from you.”
I was thankful Giano’s attention was on the massive hickey he was now leaving on my neck—above where my collar would be, oh well—because it meant he wouldn’t notice the way my goddamn eyeballs were leaking worse than my dick.
I’ll just claim to be allergic to sex potion cologne.
There was no good reason to be getting so emotional, except the thought of how he’d been forced to hide parts of himself—parts I’d always displayed loudly and proudly without fear—had my chest getting weirdly tight.
“I don’t want you to hide who you are either,” I murmured, hooking my legs over his flexing thighs and draping my arms over his shoulders so I could annoyingly tug on his thick hair.
Not so I could hold him closer.
Not that at all…
The understanding that Giano had shown me exactly who he was from the start hit me the same instant I realized the slow, steady rhythm he seemed determined to stick with was edging me more than his tongue had been.
It’s like he’s making lo—
“Harder and faster, Luxford,” I muttered, sliding my hands down to his ass to urge him onward. “That’s how you should be fucking me.”
I can’t handle anything else right now.
“No,” he repeated, grabbing my arms and pinning them to the mattress above my head. “I’m the one in charge tonight, and I want to fuck you exactly like this.”
“But…” I weakly protested, horrified to learn Dom Giano was definitely going to coax an orgasm out of me through… lovemaking.
Oh no…
As if he could read my thoughts, an evil smirk spread over his face, hovering only inches above mine.
I have nowhere to hide.
“That’s right. You’re going to come on my cock just like this,” he purred, mesmerizing me with those honey-brown eyes of his as he rolled his hips, slow and deep and so fucking good. “And I want you to be looking at me when you do.”
Oh, fuck.
“I don’t think I can,” I whispered, even as every drag of his perfect dick brought me closer and closer to the edge.
“You have a safeword if you need it,” he replied, running his lips along my jawline. “But I don’t think you’ll use it.”
I won’t.
“Giano…” I whined, still pretending to protest while his big dick methodically rearranged my guts.
Please…
“I know you want to come for me.” He continued everything he was doing, mercilessly, as pressure built at the base of my spine. “Don’t you want to give me what’s mine?”
Yours.
“Yes!” I choked out, limbs shaking and balls drawing up tight. “Fuck. I’m… Fuuuck…”
“C’mon, baby,” Giano crooned, staring deep into my eyes—into my fucking soul. “Trust me.”
For some terrible reason, that’s what booted me off the cliff. I arched upwards, but obediently kept my gaze locked with his as I moaned and whimpered pathetically, exploding all over both of us like the good little slut I was.
I trust you.
Of course, I couldn’t say that terrible truth out loud, but with the way he grinned, with how passionately he kissed me, moaning into my mouth this time while filling my ass with cum, it was safe to say he knew.
It had better be our little secret.
“Fuck, Luxford,” I panted, unable to move a muscle as he released my wrists and pulled out, then slid down my body to clean me up with that wicked tongue of his. “Maybe you should just top from now on.”
“I doubt you’d allow that,” Giano chuckled, knowing me far too well. “Plus, I—”
He stopped talking so abruptly, I propped myself into my elbows to frown down at him. “What?”
To my horny delight, he was blushing. “Well… I would like the opportunity to experience truly bottoming eventually. For you.”
This fucking man.
“Goddamn right it will be for me,” I snapped as I flopped back onto the mattress and let him continue licking my cum-covered stomach. “Unfortunately, it will have to wait, since you’ve now siphoned my fucking soul from my body with your Magic Moneybags dick.”
Do it again.
He chuckled again. “I take it you enjoyed yourself, despite being denied ‘harder and faster?’”
“It got the job done,” I sassed, even though we both knew damn well what had just happened between us. “But now I’m starving, since you ruined our dinner plans earlier by being mad.”
Giano huffed and stretched out beside me, arching an assessing eyebrow. “Yes, I was mad… but then you showed me just how sorry you were, didn’t you, baby?”
He really has my number.
When all I did was grumble in reply, he laughed and sat up, reaching for the hotel phone. “I’ll order us room service, since I assume you lack the willpower to leave the hotel room.”
Really, truly.
Proving his point, I remained where I was, sprawled out with limbs made of jelly while he rattled off an endless order in what I assumed was perfect Italian.
Pretty sure I heard carbonara and a bottle of thousand-dollar wine, so we’re golden…
“I should probably shower,” I announced, even as I continued to lay there boneless. “If you could return my soul to me, I might be able to get myself to the bathroom.”
“No,” Giano cackled, scooping me up and throwing me over his shoulder, apparently uncaring that cum was dripping out of me as he marched us into the en suite. “As I said, every inch of you is mine now.”
Yes, sir.
I didn’t protest—didn’t have the willpower to—as he got the shower going and dragged me in there with him. And if I let him wash me, and told him he could pick the first movie for our impending room service movie marathon, so what?
Mr. Quincy deserves the night off.