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He didn’t give her any choice. She felt so full, so gloriously full, that her hips started to move, as if on their own. She put her hands on his shoulders, going back and forth, giving him her all, and taking her own pleasure.
He groaned and started fucking her from below with hard thrusts, while she kept riding him. Hard. Apparently, he liked that because another groan followed.
She felt his finger between them, trailing down to her pussy. A jolt of electricity went through her when he found her clit, rubbing it, circling the little bud. She let out a whimper when he pulled his finger back. The pressure inside her was building up and up, making her almost scream. Any sound that could have left her lips was smothered when he pushed up and ravaged her mouth. Taking her hard, in the same rhythm as he was fucking her, grabbing her by the hips, pushing into her from below.
She grinded her hips into him, wanting, demanding to come. When he bit her nipple one more time, she cried out. Her climax shattered her, the edges of the world going dark.
With a sigh, she fell on top of him, totally spent. Unlike, apparently, Gio, who came to lay beside her, looking totally unfazed. It took her a second to realize that, unlike her, he hadn’t come.
She frowned, reaching out to his jutting erection.
“There’s no need for that,” he said, a finger caressing the V between her eyes.
She started to get up, but he held her down. “I, um…do you want me to take care of that?” Which was a stupid question. Of course he did. What man would want to sleep with a boner like that.
“Yes, Jazzy, I would.” There was a smile to his voice. In a tone she wasn’t used to from him. Until now, he had been demanding, arrogant, and sometimes insufferable, but not…playful like this. It made her wonder who the real Giovanni Detta was.
She expected him to demand a blowjob, which she was actually looking forward to, but he surprised her again by flipping her onto her stomach.
He lifted her hips up and slammed his cock back inside her.
“Just relax and enjoy the ride,bella.”
And what a ride it was.
CHAPTER 12
JAZZY
When Jazzy woke up the next morning, it was to an empty bed. She grabbed her phone from the nightstand, ready to check on her sister, when she discovered that Carmen had returned home. She had left her a message that she was doing fine—which Jazzy found hard to believe—and telling her to enjoy her honeymoon.
So much for a honeymoon when your husband left you to fend for yourself on the morning after your wedding. Not that she had really expected for them to act like newlyweds. After all, they were forced together by circumstances, but it still hurt that Gio hadn’t even bothered to stay in bed with her.
After a quick shower, she wentsearching for some clothes and discovered that her clothes had already been brought over. Someone had even cleared out space in the closet and dresser for her. She put on some jeans and a T-shirt and headed downstairs.
There were people in the hallway, removing decorations that still lingered from the wedding the night before. There was no trace of Gio. In the living room, she was greeted by a burly woman in a gray dress and an even grayer bun.
“Good morning, Mrs. Detta.”
Right, that’s me now. “Morning.”
The woman gave her a tentative smile. “I am Thea, your housekeeper. Your breakfast is ready. Please follow me.”
Jazzy’s stomach made a growling sound when she smelled fresh baked bread. She took a seat at the lavishly set kitchen table while Thea poured her fresh orange juice.
“Nice to meet you, Thea. And thank you, but you don’t have to tend to me like that. Really, I’m perfectly capable of pouring my own juice.” She ended with a smile as to soften her words.
Judging by Thea’s smile, she wasn’t insulted in the least. “I will return after your breakfast and show you your new home, Mrs. Detta.”
Jazzy winced. She wasn’t used to this “Mrs.” stuff. The housekeeper at home had been there since she was a little kid, and none of them were ever formal. It just felt weird. “Could you please call me by my name, Thea? Jocelyn; or Jazzy, for short.”
Another smile and then a nod followed.
“So, um, did you see my husband this morning?”
“Yes. After breakfast, he retreated to the library for a meeting with his brothers.”
In a meeting, huh? Well, if he didn’t want to join her for breakfast, she sure wasn’t going to ask him.