“I appreciate you taking my side and standing up for me. It means more than I can say.” My throat burns as the worries I can’t brush off as easily as Giovanni can storm back in. “But if this doesn’t work out the way you believe, it could end badly for you.”
He doesn’t stop devouring me, and that terrifies me more than his anger ever could. His confidence is an impenetrable fortress, but for the first time in the past few weeks, I feel like I’m standing outside in the storm.
“Giovanni…”
“It will work out,” he snaps out like his word is law. “And my request for her to stay away has nothing to do with your pregnancy. It’s because I refuse to give her another opportunity to hurt you.”
I want to believe him—god, I do—but the cracks in my resolve keep widening.
“If that’s true, you didn’t need to warn her to stay away.” My reply comes out with a quiver when he removes his finger from my ass, flips me over, then enters me from behind so fast my pillow does little to muffle my screams.
Grunting, he drives himself in deeper before using every inch of his fat cock to dominate me.
The growls he releases when the fingertips on the hand curled around my sweaty hip reveal the deepness of his thrusts sets me off.
I come with a cry, my entire body shaking as Giovanni continues to unravel me.
After re-angling my hips for perfect domination, he plows into me on repeat. I know what he’s doing. He’s filling me to the brim, aware I can’t think straight while being thoroughly fucked. I’m at the mercy of my libido and him.
I wish I could put up a better fight, but who in their right mind would? Each thrust pushes me deeper into the mattress and spiralsmy mind. I’ve never felt so taken. Claimed. Nor have I felt more wanted.
“What does this tell you,dolcezza?” Giovanni asks as his fingers flex low on my stomach. “What does it announce?”
My lungs are too depleted of air to speak, but Giovanni doesn’t realize that.
“Answer me or I’ll come in your ass instead of in your cunt.”
Too blinded by the lust his threat inspires not to fall into his trap, I reply, “It says that I’m yours.”
The relentless churn of his hips dulls a smidge. “Then why are you doubting us?”
Us?God. The word feels like a promise and a curse all at once.
I glance back at Giovanni, gasping when my eyes drink in every spectacular inch of the masterpiece fucking me into oblivion. Tall and muscular, with chiseled features that make my insides ache. He is the picture of perfection, but it isn’t solely his panty-wetting face and body that secure my utmost devotion. It’s the strength of his aura and the power that radiates from him in invisible waves.
He’s risking everything for me—his family, his legacy, and maybe even his soul—yet his armor is unblemished. It shows no signs of frailty.
It makes me wonder if it’s strong enough to survive the pressure of a secret like ours.
“Valentina…” Giovanni growls, reminding me that he asked a question.
“I’m not doubting us.”
Fingers in my hair, he pulls me back and slams in—hard. “Don’t lie to me.”
“I’m not.” I can barely talk through the spasms erupting through me. He’s fucking like he wants to kill me, and I match every grind. “I’m trying to protect you, to keep you safe. I…”
Thrust.
“Don’t…”
Thrust.
“Want…”
Thrust.
“You…”