Chapter Eight
Clarissa and Lorenzo did not leave for twenty-four hours.
At one point, Mia thought they might have to pump her stomach as the alcohol was just too strong. She didn’t, and she wasn’t sick again. Her food consisted of dry toast that only expanded to plain chicken soup. Clarissa was the same, and they both agreed no more alcohol.
Now, as Mia wandered through the house, she made her way toward the stairs but caught sight of Giovanni through the door. They had talked quite a bit, and Mia knew he had confided to her what was going on in the mafia, where other husbands might not have. Clarissa wasn’t aware of the drug.
She also couldn’t help but think about his revelation yesterday morning in the bathtub. She nibbled her lip. Mia knew she couldn’t blame it all on the drugs. She had just let down her guard, and it had allowed her to open up in ways she never had been able to before.
She took a deep breath and put her foot on the step in front of her. Giovanni was not going to make the first move. She understood why, even if she didn’t like it.
She didn’t want to keep doing this. She certainly didn’t want to live in a loveless marriage. She never wanted to turn out like her parents.
The only way to do this was to meet him halfway. Mia turned and made her way toward the office.
He was working on some paperwork, and he looked so sexy. His jacket was draped over the back of the chair. He had his sleeves rolled up, so she could see the many tattoos he had. She had no idea if any of them had any real meaning, and in that moment, she didn’t care.
Mia stopped fighting it and closed the door, flicking the lock into place. She had no idea where this willpower was coming from, she only knew she was not going to stop. She refused to keep this wall between them.
They were married.
He didn’t see her as a child.
And she was not going to behave like one.
“Mia, is everything okay?”
She rounded the desk and took the piece of paper out of his hand. Her hand shook a little, but she didn’t want him to see how nervous she really was, so she slid that piece of paper back into the folder and moved it out of the way.
Giovanni had pushed himself away from the desk, and he leaned back just a little.
She had no idea how he could make himself seem even more sexy than he already was. The arms of the chair were out of the way, and rather than take a seat in front of him on his desk, she moved closer, and without waiting for an invitation, she straddled his lap and sat down.
“Hello,” she said. Taking hold of his hands, she wrapped them behind her and put his hands firmly on her ass.
“Mia?”
She cupped his face, tilting his head back. “I have not taken anything. I am the one in control right now.” She stopped talking to kiss him.
She didn’t deepen the kiss, but after a brief touch of her lips against his, she trailed hers down, going toward his ear, and she pressed her lips there. “I want you to fuck me, Giovanni,” she said.
He didn’t even flinch, and she couldn’t help but smirk as she knew he was close to losing control. She would be lying if she didn’t admit she liked it.
Between her thighs, she felt the hardening of his thick cock. She no longer wanted anything coming between them. All she wanted was Giovanni, and for their past differences to remain there. What was said, was said. They were the ones that could choose to move forward, no one else.
He gripped her ass, tugging her in tighter.
“Is that what you want, baby?” he asked. “You want my big, thick dick in your tight little pussy?”
Mia gasped.
One of his hands traveled up her back, and his touch sent waves of pleasure rushing through her, as he growled against her flesh.
“Do you have any idea what you fucking do to me?” he asked.
In the next second, he had gripped some of her hair and pulled it back just a little.
Then, his mouth was on her neck, and he started to kiss right to her pulse, and the moment he touched her there, she felt like she was going to lose it.
His touch was strong, and as his teeth bit down, she couldn’t contain her yelp.
“Are you wet for me?” he asked.
“Yes.”
He let go of her hair and Mia stood as he started to pull at the dress she wore. It had no fastenings, so it was easy to quickly whip it up over her head and toss it to the side.
She moved closer to him and straddled his waist, but Giovanni wasn’t done. He grabbed her panties in his fist, and she let out a yelp as he suddenly pulled them right off her body.
It felt so good to have his hands all over her. She didn’t want him to stop.
“You drive me fucking crazy,” he said.
And then, his hand was right between her thighs, and she cried out, especially as he slid a finger through her slit. He grazed across her clit, then glided down to push a single finger inside her pussy.
“So fucking tight. I think I am going to have to fuck you every single day, to get you nice and ready to take my cock all the time.”
She loved his dirty talk and didn’t want him to stop. It felt so good.
“Please,” she said, with a whimper.
He added a second finger, and he started to press in and out of her, pushing in deep to the knuckle and then pulling back.
His fingers were not as big as his cock, but as she was about to complain saying she wanted him, Giovanni pulled back. She groaned.
But that didn’t last long as he started to tease her clit, sliding his fingers back and forth across her nub, setting her on fire with a need.
Just when she was about to find her release, he pulled his fingers back and away from her pussy. Mia saw them glistening.
“Taste yourself,” he said.
He pressed his fingers to her lips, and Mia took them into her mouth, watching him as she did this.
Giovanni took his fingers away, and with a quick flick of his fingers, the bra she had been wearing was gone. She removed the straps and threw it to the floor, to get it out of their way.
Before she had even completely removed it, Giovanni took her breasts into his hands, pressing them together. When his mouth touched each of her nipples, she cried out. The pleasure going straight to her pussy as he sucked each nub into his mouth in turn.
He flicked his tongue across each peak, and Mia needed to feel him inside her. She didn’t want to go another second without his cock deep within her. She reached between them, grabbing at the belt of his pants, and tugging on it.
Giovanni stopped kissing her tits, and then reached down, releasing his belt, followed by the button, along with the zipper.
The moment he was free, Mia climbed off his lap, and Giovanni kicked off his shoes, and shoved down his pants.
She didn’t have a chance to go far, as Giovanni grabbed her hand and moved her back into position over his dick.
He lined the tip up with her entrance, and Mia looked into his eyes.
She loved looking into his eyes. She had since the moment they got engaged.
It was like they were the only two people in the room.
Of course they were, but this wasn’t just through sex. This was through everything.
She couldn’t get enough of him. Didn’t want to get enough of him. She was done with the fighting. Done with the endless games. This was the two of them, and they couldn’t keep lying to each other.
She had fallen in love with Giovanni when she was eighteen years old, and that had scared her.
Even though she rarely saw him, and there was always some trouble after another when it came to their marriage, she had loved him.
Whenever he came to visit, she had always been excited.
Her brothers had teased her, calling her an idiot, a childish girl.
They had even hinted that Giovanni wouldn’t want anything to do with her, because he only wanted women.
This was why she had snuck into her father’s office and her brothers’ bedrooms to steal their computers.
They thought they were so smart, but she had figured out the passwords and was able to watch the porn to understand what Giovanni would want.
She hadn’t liked everything she watched, but she had learned enough to be prepared for Giovanni.
Not that she had anything to worry about. Giovanni had been the perfect gentleman, treating her with calmness and kindness. Their time together was the most magical she had ever spent.
Slowly, inch by inch, Giovanni sunk inside her, and she sat down over his lap, watching his eyes as he sunk within her.
She loved this moment. It meant everything to her.
“Fuck me, you’re perfect,” he said. “I wouldn’t have you any other way.”
His words meant everything to her, but they were not shallow or lies. It was the look in his eyes as he stared back at her—she saw it in the depth of his gaze. Giovanni was not lying to her, he was telling the truth. Cupping his face, she kissed him hard, unable to hold back.
He growled against her lips, and when his tongue slid across her lips, she met his with her own. They opened, touching and tasting, all the while he was balls-deep inside her, and she felt every pulse as he filled her up. She didn’t want any of this to stop.
The kisses were incredible. Giovanni ran his hands down her back, going toward her ass and gripping her flesh. She let out a moan.
This was magical in all the right ways. The moment he grabbed her ass, Mia gasped as he lifted her, then pulled her right down with a slam onto his hard length.
There was no going back now. She put her hands on his shoulders, holding onto him tightly as she slammed down on his length. They both cried out.
Giovanni’s hands tightened on her hips as he pulled her down and rocked her up and down his length.
Mia kissed him as they continued to fuck.
Suddenly, Giovanni picked her up, put her down on the desk, and she laid back. He grabbed the edge of the table and rocked inside her, going harder and deeper. The desk was nailed to the floor, so there was nowhere for it to go.
Mia arched up, thrusting against each hard press as he fucked her harder.
This is what she had been missing. This was what they needed.
Mia held onto him, and she didn’t want to let him go, not for a second.