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“And for you beautiful ladies, what would you like?”
Dahlia stepped forward and ordered with confidence. I had no idea how she could be so comfortable in every situation, but I hoped I could get to that point someday.
When it was my turn to order, I simply asked if I could have the same thing that Gio normally got.
“Great choice,” Francesco said, winking at me.
We sat at a small table in the corner, and Gio quietly informed Dahlia and me of how he had met Bianca and Francisco years ago when he was helping gain control of this block for his organization. The pair had been forced into paying astronomical “protection fees” to the old group who’d had control, which really just meant that they paid to keep the old group from coming in and destroying their shop. It had been Giovani himself who had put an end to it and ensured that nobody would dare come threaten Bianca and Francisco ever again. Ever since, he would drop by at least once a month to eat and check in on them, and they had quickly grown fond of him.
When our sandwiches arrived, I could tell why Gio had brought us here. He was right; it was by far the best panini I’d had in my life. Dahlia moaned loudly as she took her first bite, sending me into a fit of giggles. Gio smiled at me, amused by the fact that I was definitely still a little buzzed from the sangria. He’d been right to get some food in us. We weren’t drunk yet, but another hour under the sun sipping on the delicious drink, and we would’ve been delirious.
We finished our food quickly, Bianca hovering and ensuring that we wanted for nothing. When we stood to leave, she enveloped Gio in a tight hug.
“Don’t go so long in between your visits,” she scolded him.
“It was lovely to meet you ladies! Please come again!” Francisco called as we walked out the door.
Before we could start walking to the car, Dahlia spotted a gelato shop next door. Her eyes lit up, and she grabbed me and pulled me toward it. I could never say no to gelato, and Gio could never say no to me, so all three of us walked over, the bodyguards following closely behind.
Once we had our gelato in hand, I was ready to start heading home. Gio’s promise of what was going to happen this evening made me eager to get back. We rode in silence, my anticipation growing with every passing mile. I caught Giovani looking at me and licked my gelato seductively, a grin playing at the corner of my mouth.
Before long, we were back. Dahlia excused herself to go study, and I was grateful that I didn’t need to come up with an excuse to get her to leave us alone. My gelato was half gone, so I brought it to the bedroom with me, thinking it could provide an interesting element to whatever Gio had planned. Giovani followed close behind without a word. I could practically feel the sparks flying between us. The air crackled with electric need.
As soon as we were inside, Gio shut the door behind him. His eyes were dark with desire, and I stared up at him, just waiting to see what he planned to do to me.
“Clothes off,” he said gruffly.
I shivered and handed him my gelato then immediately tore off my sweatshirt and stepped out of my jeans. It had to be some kind of record for stripping down. His eyes roved my body, his desire written all over his face as I stood in front of him in nothing but my bra and panties.
“All the way off, carino,” he said, a dangerous edge to his voice that only emphasized his sexiness.
I reached behind me to unclasp my bra and let it fall slowly forward to release my breasts. I watched his face as they came free. I would never get tired of the way his eyes slightly unfocused whenever he saw me naked. He was normally so controlled, so calculating in his every move as a Don. It drove me wild to see the way his desire for me made him reckless.
I let my bra drop to the floor, then hooked my thumbs on the sides of my underwear and slowly pulled them down my thighs. Once I had stepped out of them, I stood back up, gazing at Gio as he stood before me fully dressed. The vulnerability of being naked in front of him while he wore several layers of clothing only sharpened my need.
Without warning, he scooped up my remaining gelato with his thumb and wiped it over my breasts. The sudden cold had my nipples peaking so hard I gasped. He dropped the gelato bowl into the trash can and licked his thumb to get it clean.
“Mmm, chocolate’s my favorite,” he said, his voice rough with pleasure.
The gelato on my breasts began to melt, I could feel little drips running down my torso. Gio stared at them for a moment, taking in the mess he had made before diving down to lick me clean. He held my hips firmly to keep me in place. The heat of his mouth was searing next to the cold of the gelato. I moaned, unable to hold in my pleasure any longer. He licked and sucked his way from my stomach up to my breasts, giving special attention to my nipples. Within seconds, I was gasping and moaning, unable to hold myself up. Gio’s grasp on my hips was the only thing keeping me from collapsing into a puddle of need.
Just when I thought I couldn’t take any more, he finished licking the gelato and picked me up, walking toward the bed. He laid me on the edge with my legs dangling over the side and kneeled between my thighs, putting my knees over his shoulders. I waited in anticipation, knowing my release was coming soon. I could feel his hot breath as he came closer and closer to my pussy. He was moving slowly, too slowly, but I knew better than to try to rush him.
Suddenly, his mouth was on me and he was sucking hard on my clit. The sudden sensation had me whimpering with pleasure. He didn’t let up, just adjusted so that he could press a finger inside of me. The combination of sensations had me on the brink of orgasm within seconds. It never failed to amaze me how easily he could get me to come.
“Gio, I’m–I’m going to–” I gasped, unable to even get the words out.
He didn’t stop, just nodded to let me know it was okay. His nod was all I needed. My orgasm was hard and fast. Giovani kept his mouth on me but slowed his movements, helping me enjoy the aftershocks. When I was spent, he kissed my right thigh, then stood up and undressed himself. I stared at him, enjoying the way his muscles rippled with every movement.
Once he was undressed, he climbed on top of me and helped me scoot back so that I was fully on the bed. I felt him pressed against every inch of me and relished in the skin-to-skin contact. I would never get tired of the way he felt pressed against me.
I opened my legs for him, and he slowly pressed the length of his cock into me. He punctuated his movement with soft kisses to my neck. I tangled my fingers in his hair, pulling him closer and closer.
“I love you,” he whispered in my ear.
“I love you, too,” I responded, holding back tears as I was overwhelmed with emotion.
The combination of his slow, gentle thrusts and his heartfelt declaration made me feel incredibly cherished. I knew he really meant it when he said he loved me.
He started moving faster as he got closer to his own orgasm, and I ground my hips against him to help him along. His entire body shuddered against me as he came, and he grunted a deep moan. After a few seconds, he rolled off of me and pulled me close to him.
I snuggled against his chest, feeling more relaxed than I had since I had found the note in my backpack. Yet, in spite of the safety that being wrapped in Gio’s arms made me feel, I couldn’t shake the feeling of fear that seemed to have permanently settled deep into my mind.
*Olivia*
I woke up and immediately panicked. I couldn’t see anything, and I wasn’t in my soft bed snuggled up next to Gio. Where the fuck was I? I blinked hard, trying to see in the darkness, but realized there was something over my head, covering up my vision.
I turned my head from side to side, trying to get any sense of what was going on, and realized it was a black bag over my head. I tried to pull my hands up to my eyes, but my wrists were being held together tightly behind my back; it felt like it was zip ties based on how they were digging into my skin. My feet were tied to the legs of the chair that I was sitting on, and the hard metal dug into my ankles.
Even though I knew it was pointless, I kept trying to pull my wrists free. My hands were going numb from my efforts, but everything in me fought against being tied down like this. I didn’t know what was going on, but I knew enough to know that I was in terrible danger. People don’t tie you up unless they plan on doing horrible things to you.
A man’s deep laugh burst into the quiet from my right, and I immediately went still. It hadn’t occurred to me that someone might be watching my struggle. How had he managed to get me here? Where the fuck was Gio? My blood went cold when I realized that if I was here, it must mean that they had Giovani. There was no way he would have let them take me from our bed without a fight.
Oh god… what if he was horribly injured, and they had him tied up just like me? He could be right next to me in this very room for all I knew. I wanted to scream out his name, but I stayed silent. I couldn’t let my captors know what I was thinking. I didn’t know what they wanted, but it would be dangerous to give them even the tiniest bit of information.
“Good morning, printsessa,” a man with a thick Russian accent said.
The words sent a shiver down my spine, but I forced myself not visibly to react to his voice. He didn’t need to know that I was scared out of my mind. I sat up as straight as my bindings would allow, determined to look confident, even if I felt anything but. I tried to channel Dahlia. She knew how to be a badass in any situation.
“How did you sleep?” he murmured somewhere by my ear.
He knew I had no way of knowing exactly where he was in the room, and he intended his sudden closeness to be disarming, to put me on edge. It did, but he didn’t need to know that. The benefit of the bag over my head was that he couldn’t see my facial expressions and know exactly how terrified I was.
I stayed silent. I wouldn’t let him goad me into a reaction, no matter what. I was strong. I couldn’t see him, but I could hear his soft footsteps as he slowly circled me. The hair on the back of my neck prickled as I got the distinct feeling that I was being stalked by a predator. If he was a spider, I was the innocent fly caught in his web.
But if there was one thing I knew about spider webs, it was that the more the fly struggled, the less likely they were to ever escape. Struggle is what drew the spider’s immediate attention, and I got the distinct feeling that this particular spider was highly trained to note even the most minute of struggles. My reactions would determine the type of questioning that he threw at me. If I could just manage to sit here, emotionless and unreactive, I might be able to waste his time long enough that Giovani would somehow get us free.
I felt a surprisingly soft hand lay gently over the back of my neck. I couldn’t stop myself from jumping and trying to pull away. I was revolted by his touch. His fingers tightened just enough to keep me from being able to move, but not enough to hurt. The message was clear–he wasn’t going to hurt me… yet.
I forced myself to relax. I just had to remain calm no matter what happened. I could do this.
His hand slid from my neck to my left shoulder and he placed his other hand on my right shoulder. I could feel him leaning down so that he loomed over me. I forced myself not to shrink away. He pressed his face close to my left side and said softly, “Let’s make this easy on both of us. You’re going to tell me everything you know about Giovani, and we won’t even need to think about what happens if you don’t.”
He squeezed my shoulders slightly, not enough to hurt, just enough to show how easy it would be for him to hurt me. I wondered why he wanted to hear about Gio. Surely, they had gotten Gio as well? Or maybe they hadn’t. Maybe they had somehow managed to sneak in and only take me. His words filled me with hope. If they only had me, that meant Giovani knew I was missing and was doing everything he could to get me back. He would never let me be in danger for long.
“You’re a good girl, aren’t you? I’ve heard so many things about what a good, smart girl you are. Aspiring scientist, isn’t that right?”
I shuddered at the implications of what he said. Someone had been watching me closely and reporting back to him if he knew about how much I liked biology. It was probably the same person who had left that horrible note in my notebook. What if it was someone in the class with me?
In spite of my determination to be brave, tears began to leak from my eyes. For the first time, it occurred to me that I could die here, tied to this fucking chair. And there was nothing that Gio or anybody could do about it. It didn’t matter how badly he wanted to keep me safe or how hard he worked to get me back. Somehow I had been taken, and now Giovani was nowhere to be found. And if he didn’t get to me soon, it would be too late.
“So, tell me, are you going to be a good girl for me?”
His voice sickened me with how patronizing and damn near lascivious he sounded. I wanted his fucking hands off of my shoulders, but I didn’t dare try to move away. Somehow, I managed to find enough bravery to respond.
