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I wanted her despite the age difference, despite the danger, and despite what anyone else said. From the taste of her sweet lips on mine, to the feeling of them when they wrapped around my cock, to the feel of her arms as she tangled them around my neck, even just the feeling of her soft, warm body in my arms before I slept–all of it was too amazing to give up.
I wanted to feel her weight on me, her little ass pressed up against my cock as I laid kisses on her fragile neck. Her warmth was like a drug to me, one I was slowly losing my mind over.
I sighed deeply, letting my eyes close as I set my empty glass onto the nightstand. I began to drift off, my mind consumed by thoughts of Olivia.
“Giovani.”
I opened my eyes, surprised, as I spotted Olivia standing there in my room. She was completely bare, with not a sign of clothing to be seen. Her little red nipples were hard, and there was liquid dripping from her cunt as she gazed at me.
There was a needy look on her face, the same kind she got when she wanted me to ravage her. My cock hardened as she breathed out heavily.
“Giovani.”
She whispered my name like a prayer and a curse as she climbed on top of my lap. My hand automatically went around her waist, and I groaned as she ground down on my swollen dick.
“Please,” she begged, wrapping her arms around me, sliding back and forth teasingly as she mouthed at my neck. It was almost too much, and I cursed as I gripped her hips.
“Merde, carino,” I groaned, pulling her down onto me as I thrust up. I could feel how wet she was, practically dripping all over me.
“Giovani,” she gasped, her eyes lidded with lust as she pulled me into a rough kiss.
Our tongues intertwined, and I used one hand to pull myself up, aligning my dick with her entrance in a hurry.
We both wanted it, needed it. But just as I was about to thrust into her, I was startled awake by a soft knocking.
I whirled up in the chair, blinking my eyes as I realized it was just a dream. I yawned into my hand, determined to settle back into sleep and hope I continued the dream I just had.
It had just gotten to the good part.
There was a soft knock at the door again, and I frowned as I lifted myself to my feet. I trudged over the carpet and toward the door. I opened it up and was surprised by who I saw in front of me.
*Olivia*
I couldn’t help myself. I couldn’t stop even if I had wanted to. It took an hour of staring up at the ceiling and trying to will myself to sleep before I finally realized I wasn’t going to.
I was scared the nightmare would come back and that the sight I didn’t want to see would be right behind my eyelids, chasing after me. Would I die this time? Would I be tortured gruesomely before they killed me?
I didn’t know, and it terrified me.
Maybe that was why I found myself standing outside Giovani’s door. Or maybe that was just the excuse I had used.
But when the door opened, and I saw Giovani standing there, as calm and patient as ever, my heart tugged hard enough that I stumbled right into his arms.
I feared for a moment that he might pull away, that the scene earlier truly had pissed him off, but I had nothing to worry about. He wrapped an arm around my waist, and I squeaked before I slapped my hand over my mouth as he lifted me off my feet with one arm.
He pulled me inside, gently setting me on the floor as he shut the door behind me. I heard him breathe a sigh of relief and then turn to me with a blank look on his face.
The anxiety was suffocating me, waiting for him to make a move. I didn’t know if he was angry or not, but I was frayed at the ends, quickly coming undone, and he was the only thing that could keep me together.
I fell into his arms, grasping him as tight as I could just in case he wanted to step back and send me back to my cold room where the nightmares lived. I desperately held back the tears, even though I wanted to let them fall.
Slowly, his arms wrapped around me, pulling me close, and all the anxiety and fear vanished like a puff of air in the winter cold. He didn’t say a word, just held me, but that was enough.
We stood there for a while, enough that my bare toes began to grow cold, and I shivered in his arms. I was in too much of a hurry to grab my slippers or hoodie, so now I was just standing in his room in a pair of shorts and a very old T-shirt.
Some part of me would’ve been embarrassed, but I was past that. He’d seen me at my worst, so an old T-shirt from a band I’d never even listened to was nothing.
“I’m sorry,” I whispered eventually. “I keep having nightmares, and I don’t want to sleep alone.”
I felt more than heard him sigh, his chest moving up and down with his release of breath, and I savored the moment, his heartbeat thumping loudly in my ears. It felt like a lullaby just for me.
“Okay,” he muttered softly, pressing a kiss to the top of my hair. “You can stay with me, but we have to make sure you’re back in your room before anyone sees you.”
I nodded softly, and Giovani lifted me up in one smooth motion. I curled my legs as he moved me to the bed, laying me down softly as he pulled back. His eyes were soft as they looked at me, and he brushed my hair away from my face, caressing my cold cheek with his warm hand.
“Come on.” I tugged at his hand pleadingly, and he chuckled. I scooted further inward as he got into the bed, throwing the covers over both of us. Once he was settled on his back, I curled around his body.
Our legs became entangled, and I laid my head on his chest, resting both my hands on his body. It was surprisingly comfortable, and I breathed a sigh of relief as I settled in.
He lifted his right arm around me, curling it along my back as he gently played with the strands of my hair. It was soothing to us both.
Silence fell upon us like stars, and my eyes slowly closed as I relaxed fully into his embrace. I felt like I could finally breathe again, like nothing and no one could touch me when I was here with him.
But as always, peace never lasts.
“Do you ever worry about our age difference?” Giovani asked out of the blue.
My eyes snapped open, and I frowned as I processed what he’d said.
Our age difference?
A lightbulb went off in my head, and a sense of dread filled the pit of my stomach. Was this about earlier?
I jerked up into a sitting position as I glanced down at him worriedly. “Is this about Alessandro? Nothing happened, I swear.”
I winced at how that sounded. For trying to make myself seem less guilty, it sure made it seem like I was a wife covering up an affair.
“I just meant that I don’t know why else you would be worrying about that now,” I finished lamely, trying to calm the anxiety bursting in my heart.
What if Alessandro had said something to him, and now he didn’t want to be with me? What if–
Before I could think of anything else, Giovani raised an eyebrow at me, an expectant look on his face, and I sighed.
He was right. There was no use in hiding this.
“He tried to kiss me,” I admitted, quietly.
That was the wrong to say. I should’ve hidden it.
Giovani’s face turned to stone–complete and utter marble. I wasn’t even sure if he was still breathing with how still and firm he was.
I backtracked, panicking a bit now as I threw out, “But I told him no, I promise. I just didn’t want you to think I had done something with him, so I didn’t say anything. But I should’ve told you right away. I’m sorry. He didn’t say anything, did he?”
“Of course not.” He shook his head, completely emotionless.
