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I felt him kissing down my spine, and I sighed as he drifted further and further down. He reached my ass and pulled my hips up until I had to prop myself up on my knees.
I gasped as his tongue hit my cunt. His fingers dug into my slit, his tongue brushing against my clit as I pushed back as far as I could.
He was way too good at this. I shut my eyes, slamming my head into the bed as he fucked me with his tongue.
I came easily; the explosion was like a thousand fireworks. The electricity shot through my body, and I barely had the strength to keep myself upright as my toes curled upward.
“Giovani,” I whined once I caught my breath, and he only hushed me in return.
I heard him ripping something, and I saw the condom package falling to the floor through the corner of my eye.
I was quickly distracted as something large and hard rubbed against my opening and my eyes went wide as he pushed inside, slow and steadily.
Having already taken him once, it was easier this time for him to slide right in until he was hilt deep. Somehow, it felt so much deeper than before, and I felt so full of him.
I breathed out deeply, groaning as I squeezed down on him, testing this out.
“Shit,” he breathed and then his hands were in my hair, pulling me up. From the side, I caught sight of his eyes, and he smirked.
“Naughty girl,” he said, with a wicked look. “Good girls beg for what they want.”
“Please,” I begged immediately, hating the waiting as his hot cock shifted inside of me. “Please, fuck me.”
He leaned forward to press a kiss near my spine. “Good girl,” he murmured, and then he began to fuck me.
I screamed as he hit my deep with every thrust, pushing hard and fast. There was no mercy as he kept his grip in my hair, forcing me in place as he took control.
“Such a good, tight pussy,” he moaned, his body folded over mine as he pumped in and out like a mad man. “God, you’re so perfect, Olivia.”
“Giovani.”
All I could do was breathe his name as he rammed me over and over. I loved every minute of it, and my second orgasm came just as quick. I screamed, my voice muffled by the bed as he paused only briefly.
I was still shaking with the aftereffects when he let go of my hair and gently pulled me around, his dick still inside of me. I moaned as he crawled onto the bed, flipping me onto my back. He barely took a breath before he continued his brutal pace.
Face to face, I captured his lips at once, swallowing both of our groans. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pushing him in deeper until he hit the spot I needed the most.
I screamed loudly, feeling like a battering ram was hitting my womb and my third orgasm hit me like a ton of bricks. This time, he came with me, groaning deeply as he bit down on my neck, just enough to sting.
White light burst from behind my eyes, and I quickly lost all conscious thought as I breathed out.
It took another two orgasms before Giovani collapsed next to me, holding me in his arms. Both of us were exhausted, breathing heavily. By this time, I could barely move as Giovani cleaned us up.
We settled under the comforter, my head pressed against his chest. I listened to his heartbeat, comforting me as I dozed off.
Until something loud broke through.
Giovani frowned, rolling over to grab his phone as it rang and answered with an annoyed, “What now?”
I sat up in bed, holding the comforter close to my chest as his face paled. I could barely make out the words on the other line, but it caught my attention.
“It’s about Dahlia.”
*Giovani*
The sex was amazing, but Olivia was even better. I could still taste the champagne on her lips as I dove in again and again. She was so addicting, like a sweet candy or a drug I couldn’t get enough of.
She was exhausted, that much was clear as I cuddled her in my arms. The blanket kept us warm, even as we were naked. I brushed her hair over and over, the motion soothing us both as her eyes fell closed.
She was so goddamn beautiful. Right above her right ear was a little mole that I was sure she didn’t know anything about, and I traced it as I brushed my fingers through her hair.
I sighed, content as I watched her chest fall up and down with each breath. It was so peaceful just to be here with her, and I couldn’t help the greed that was building in my heart.
I wanted her all the time now. My thoughts kept going back to her over and over. I wanted her in my bed every night, to hold her like this until she grew sick of me.
I knew she was still insecure, still full of anxiety over our relationship, but neither of us knew what to call it. The fear that I might grow tired of her was reflected every time she clung to me, her little movements to keep me close like I would walk away.
I wondered if somebody had hurt her like that once, if she’d had to face someone walking out on her. Perhaps that was why she was so anxious about it.
She didn’t have to worry, though. She would grow tired of me long before I grew tired of her. I would have her by my side every second of every day if I could. She was beautiful, funny, and so kind and sweet–the opposite of everything I was, like an innocent bud yet to bloom.
She was still young now, but she would grow into a gorgeous woman, a confident, sexy, beautiful woman who knew she had me tied around her little finger.
Once she realized that, it would all be over for me.
I sighed again, listening to her breathing as it lulled me into a soft doze, not quite sleep but not quite awake either. I was never a deep sleeper, but after taking over this position from James, it had only gotten worse over time, especially around others. You never knew who was out to kill you.
But Olivia… it was too comfortable to be around her. Her soul was innocent and kind–not anything like the messy world I came from.
Right as I drifted off, my phone began to ring. I recognized the tone as Gabriele’s and I frowned. Annoyance shot through me at him ruining my time with Olivia.
She stirred, blinking awake in confusion, and I sent her a smile, trying to apologize without words. She was so sleepy and cute as she rubbed the corner of her eyes, and I had to peel myself away from her as I rolled over.
I sat up on my elbow as I grabbed my phone and answered with a rough, “What now?”
“It’s about Dahlia,” Gabriele said over the phone.
My eyes narrowed as I sat up in bed. I glanced at Olivia. She held the comforter over her naked body, a confused and worried look on her face.
I got to my feet, putting distance between us as I demanded, “What happened?”
“After dinner, Dahlia left with that boy she’s been seeing while the other boy took her friend home,” Gabriele said, passively as if he was reciting a report. “I followed Dahlia and the boy took her back to his apartment, as you thought he would.”
“I know. Olivia came back when that Adrian boy dropped her off,” I said, thinking about that stupid boy, and the way he had put his hands on my woman.
I growled, clenching my fists. “What does that have to do with Dahlia? Did you keep an eye on her?”
“Yes, sir. But this Adrian boy came back to the apartment and went inside. I was alone, so I couldn’t engage any further than that, so I wasn’t sure what was happening inside.”
The fuck? I’d placed three men on Dahlia’s surveillance for a reason.
“Where were Enzo and Marco?” I demanded. “I don’t pay them to hang around and paint each other’s nails.”
“There were suspicious movements in the Piazza from the Russians. I sent Enzo and Marco to investigate as they said the neighbor we’d pegged as one of them was over there. I stayed to watch over Dahlia until I lost contact with them three hours ago,” Gabriele said grimly. “I have to assume the worst.”
