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He gripped my shorts and panties and pulled them off in one smooth move. Before I could even respond to his threat, his mouth was already on my cunt.
I slammed my fist into my mouth to keep from screaming, and he pinned my legs down as I writhed from the sudden pleasure. His tongue dove across my clit, teasing it before sucking it into his mouth in slow bursts.
It kept all my strength to keep quiet as he ate me out like it was his purpose in life.
“Gio….” My whisper slipped out of my lips, past my fists as he slid his fingers into my center, pumping in and out masterfully, “…vanni.”
“Quieter, carino.” I felt him grin, nibbling on my clit. I suppressed the scream building in my throat, shutting my eyes tightly as he practically ravaged me.
His thick fingers pumped into me, and I flushed with shame as I heard my own wetness loudly sloshing.
I didn’t last much longer as the pressure built, and Giovani slammed his lips against mine just as I came. I tasted both of us as he thrust his tongue down my throat, preventing any sound from escaping as I stiffened against him.
The high lasted longer than any other time as I lurched up into his body, electricity pouring out through every inch of me.
But then it was over. I fell limply underneath his body, letting him pin me as we broke apart. I shivered from the aftershocks, and I was sure that even if I tried, I couldn’t stand.
“Fuck,” I panted hard, but he wasn’t done with me yet.
I heard him opening the condom, and before I had even recovered, I felt him slip into me with no issue. He wasted no time as he slammed into me with everything he had.
“You’re fucking perfect,” Giovani breathed as he pumped his cock inside of me, “so sweet and tight, baby.”
I panted, half out of it as I gazed up at him blurrily. I couldn’t catch my breath, not with the way he was pounding into me, squeezing so tightly and just the way I needed.
I moaned quietly, my vision blurry from sweat as I wrapped my arms around his shoulders. He paused in his motions, gripping my ass, and he supported me in his arms. I breathed into his neck, letting him take control as he fucked me.
The night was long, and at some point, I stopped counting how many times we came. But I was thoroughly exhausted by the time he slipped out of me for the last time.
“Get some rest, carino.” He brushed my hair away from my face, and I murmured something even I didn’t know back to him, collapsing into my pillows and blankets.
He chuckled, kissing my forehead. I heard my door opening as he flicked off the lights, and I was half-asleep, but I swore I heard someone calling his name right before the door shut.
*Giovani*
“Giovani.”
The minute I stepped out into the hallway, I knew I was fucked. There was Alessandro at the end of the hallway with a dark look on his face. A combination of fury and hatred glimmered in his eyes, a nasty look that was disconcerting to see, even for me.
I stiffened as I shut her door behind me firmly, hoping she didn’t hear him. I kept a blank look on my face, trying to play it cool even as a cold sweat developed down my back.
Of all the people who could’ve caught me sneaking out of her room, it had to be Alessandro.
Fucking hell.
“Alessandro,” I called out, low and quiet, but I knew he heard me. I kept a casual stance, trying to force it despite how stiff I felt. I didn’t need this right now, and if he found out what Olivia and I had been doing, I doubted she would forgive me.
There was only one option–lie my ass off and hope he was stupid enough to believe me.
I stuck my hands in my pants pockets, heading for my room when Alessandro cut in front of me, blocking my doorway.
There was a snarl on his lips as he glowered at me.
“You’re a fucking liar,” he snapped, the resentment in his voice having reached a new boiling point.
I straightened to my full height, glaring at my younger cousin.
“I don’t understand what you’re talking about, Alessandro.” I crossed my arms as I lied through my teeth.
“Don’t play with me!” He slammed his fist against my door, the bang echoing down the hallway.
I took a step forward, intimidatingly. “In case you forgot, it’s four o’clock in the morning. Don’t go making a scene and waking everyone else up with your temper tantrums,” I scolded him, grabbing his fist and throwing it to his side.
He took a step back from the force I used, and I took the opportunity to grab my door handle.
I didn’t make it far before he grabbed the back of my shirt and slammed me against the wall. From the way he looked at me, his teeth bared in a snarl, I would have been six feet under already if he’d had a say in the matter.
“I know you’re fucking Olivia,” he lashed out angrily. “And you’re letting her whore herself out to you, you fucking bastard.”
My patience snapped. Insulting me to my face was one thing, but targeting Olivia was going way too far. I’d had enough of his attitude. I brushed his hand off my shirt, stepping into his face as I glared down at him furiously.
“You don’t know shit,” I spat, not letting him speak about Olivia that way for even a single second. “And you will speak to and about Olivia with respect, or I will send you on the first plane back to the States and let your father deal with this bullshit.”
Alessandro laughed, cold and high without an ounce of warmth in his eyes. I was the enemy to him, and he was done pretending to be civil.
“Why?” he mocked tauntingly. “Afraid your little girl is gonna get hurt? She’s young enough to be your daughter anyway. That’s how you get laid, isn’t it–target the ones with daddy issues. Does she call you daddy, too?”
I saw red.
A crack formed along the wall, the wood splintering as my fist landed inches from his head, embedding my fist into the surface. Alessandro glared at me unflinchingly, even as I leaned forward, cold and precise.
“I suggest,” I muttered to him with barely constrained rage, “that you stop talking right now.”
His mouth snapped shut, his jaw clenching as I shut my eyes tightly and tried to regain my cool. He had touched a nerve, and he knew it, too, by the smug look in his eyes. I had practically confirmed how much I cared about Olivia already, and we both knew it.
I didn’t have many cards left in my hand, and I was running out of options. My heart thundered in my ears as I broke out of my anger and regained my senses.
I removed my stinging knuckles from the wall, cursing my lack of restraint by the hole I’d left. Shit like that happened around here all the time with so many deadly men, but I didn’t lie losing my cool.
I took a deep breath through my nose, glaring at Alessandro darkly. “Now, you can either tell me what this is about like the adult that you are, or I can throw you out of the compound and you can find a hotel to stay at.”
“Now you want to take me seriously?” Alessandro snorted, leaning back. “How about you stop pretending like you’re better than me and admit you’re fucking Olivia?”
I stiffened, crossing my arms so I wouldn’t be tempted to punch him in his stupid face. I leaned against the opposite wall, wanting nothing more than to go to bed at this moment and be done with this painfully repetitive conversation.
“I don’t know why you think we would be together, but we’re not,” I lied coolly. “I would never–”
“Don’t lie to me! I just saw you leaving her fucking room,” Alessandro argued back. “Or is there any other reason you would be sneaking out of her room at four in the fucking morning?”
I didn’t miss a single beat as I replied easily, “She was having an issue with her bathroom sink. I went in to fix it. That’s all.”
He narrowed his eyes at me, a skeptical look on his face as he glanced at my free hands.
“If you were just fixing her bathroom sink, then where are your tools?”
