Bound by Hatred (Born in Blood Mafia Chronicles 3)

CHAPTER FIFTEENMatteo

When Luca and I returned to his penthouse that night, I felt like a fucking train had run me over. I hadn’t gotten more than four hours of sleep in the last three days. The moment I spotted Gianna any thought of tiredness vanished into thin air. Her hair wasn’t brown anymore. It wasn’t the red she’d had before she’d run away but it was close and she looked fucking amazing even with her swollen lip.

I sensed something was off though. After dinner with Aria and Luca, we returned to our own apartment. Gianna hurried into the bedroom as if she couldn’t wait to get away from me; unfortunately for her that was the room I wanted her in anyway. I followed and closed the door with a bang. Gianna sent me an annoyed look but didn’t say anything. Instead she turned her back to me and rummaged in the drawers. I walked up to her, slipped my arms around her waist and pulled her against me. “You are thinking too much. Why don’t you let me distract you?” I sucked the skin over her pulse point into my mouth. At first she tensed but then she relaxed against me.

“How do I know you’re not going to play with me again?” Her voice had a strange quality to it but I wasn’t in the mood to talk emotions.

I kissed my way down to her collarbone and slipped my hand lower, cupping her pussy through her clothes. She arched into me. I smirked against her skin. She smelled of flowers and her very own delicious scent. “Don’t worry. I want to taste you all night long. I want to make you come over and over again.”

She trembled against me, then her hand clamped down on mine, pressing me harder against her. She made a greedy sound in the back of her throat. I licked her shoulder as my fingers slipped under her skirt and panties, brushing her wet folds. I stifled a groan at the feel of her arousal. It took all my self-control not to dip my tongue into her pussy right away. I parted her velvety lips, brushing my fingertips over her slick skin before slipping a finger into her. She leaned her head back against my shoulder at the same time as she reached back and grasped my cock through my pants. I growled, then thrust against her palm.

I slid another finger into her. Fuck, she was so tight. Her inner walls clamped around my fingers like a vice. I couldn’t wait to replace them with my cock. I was too fucking horny to take things slow or be gentle. I fucked her with my fingers, relishing in the feel of her juices on my skin, and the sounds coming from her mouth. She moved her hips in rhythm with my thrusting and her grip on my cock tightened almost painfully. It felt fucking fantastic. I rubbed my thumb over her slick nub of pleasure.

“God, yes,” she gasped, her body stiffening against me. I kept thrusting as her orgasm rippled through her. When she relaxed, I lifted her into my arms and carried her over to the bed. I didn’t give her time to recover. I pulled down her skirt and panties, and climbed between her legs, shoving them apart. My eyes took in her glorious pussy, glistening and perfectly pink. Unlike some girls Gianna wasn’t shy about her body. She didn’t try to shield her breasts or pussy from me. She let me admire her, returned my gaze without hesitation. She was fucking perfect.

Never taking my eyes off her, I lowered my head. She tensed when my lips almost touched her folds but I stopped to draw in a deep breath of her intoxicating scent. Gianna bucked her hips, a silent demand that made me grin. I didn’t need convincing. I took a long lick all the way from her tight hole up to her perfect pink clit. My dick twitched in response to her heady taste. Fuck. I dove in, licking and nibbling. She rewarded me with breathless moans. Her fingers dug into the blankets when I sucked her inner lips into my mouth, gently teasing them until she squirmed on the bed. I took my time, bringing her close only to pull back over and over again. Gianna’s moans turned into cries. Watching her body arch up in ecstasy was the best sight in the world. My hard-on was almost painful. When Gianna came down from her high, I released her and quickly scrambled off the bed.

I needed to fuck her now or I’d lose my mind. I got out of my pants and briefs but didn’t bother with my shirt. Gianna surprised me by kneeling on the bed and wrapping her fingers around my cock. Her blue eyes were almost challenging when she brought her mouth down and closed her lips around my length. I groaned and my fingers brushed her hair from her face to have a better view of her mouth taking in my cock. I almost shot my cum right then, but a few mental tricks brought me back in line. Slowly at first, then faster, Gianna sucked me, her pink lips stretching around my width. I wanted to come in her mouth with her looking up at me like that, but even more than that I wanted to feel her tight pussy again. She circled my tip with her tongue before she took me almost all the way in until I hit the back of her throat.

Then she pulled back abruptly and wiped her mouth. She raised her eyebrows. “How do you like it when I stop like that?”

I chuckled. Was she trying to make me pay for this morning? She’d chosen a bad time. I climbed on top of her with a wicked grin and pressed my erection against her hot opening. Her eyes grew wide, but I didn’t give her time for a reaction. I hooked my hand under her leg and parted her further before I started to slide into her. She was still tight and her face flashed with discomfort at my intrusion. I slowed further, easing into her and giving her time to grow accustomed to my cock. Yesterday I hadn’t been careful because I hadn’t known the truth but today I wanted to make her come with me in her. I watched her face closely until I’d sheathed myself completely in her tight channel. I paused for a moment. She gripped my shoulders, the challenge returning to her gaze. “Are you going to stay like that, or are you ever going to start moving?”