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ELEVEN

giovanni

Z ina takes a deep breath and folds her arms across her chest. “Can you please do me a favor?” She asks.

I narrow my eyes at her. I’ve only just confronted her about an anonymous warning I got that she’s here to do more harm than good - and now she’s asking me for favors. What the fuck?

I glare at her without answering. I won’t say yes, but I am curious what she wants from me. She’s standing just in front of my desk. She looks uncomfortable. Nervous. She’s fidgeting and knotting her fingers together.

When she realizes I’m not saying anything she goes ahead and asks what she wants of me.

“Giovanni, on your security system - is there a way to see who’s accessing the cameras?” Her mouth tight as she bites at her lower lip.

“Why the hell would I give you information about my security system?” I snap.

“Please, just do this for me - I want to know who was linked to the system between 2:30 and 3:30 this afternoon. Someone is watching me, and I need to know who. Why don’t you want to know? Aren’t you worried about who’s linked to your system?”

“No one is linked to my system, Zina.” I say in frustration. “I have state-of-the-art firewalls. No one can get through them. You’re imagining this.”

“Stop being so fucking stubborn.” She shouts. “Why do you always have to be like this?”

Anger spikes inside me.

“Like what?” I growl, walking towards her, closing the gap as my patience disintegrates and I have an intense urge to grab her around the throat and shake her, demanding to know she’s up to. Why someone would feel the need to warn me about her. Why is she asking me about my security system?

I clench my fists at my side as I glare at her. Her scent flows over me and I huff out a breath to push it away.

She tilts her chin upward to confront me. “What are you going to do, Gio? Hit me? Strangle me? Will that make you feel better?” She hisses in anger, but I can see the fear in her eyes. The doubt, creeping in like a slow burning flame. She’s scared of me. My heart beats faster.

Her fear is turning me on in dangerous ways.

Unable to control myself, I reach up and slowly wrap my hand around her throat, tightening my grip until that panic in her eyes intensifies. It’s a beautiful sight, seductive. Tempting.

Expect now my body is burning too. My cock is growing harder and I know she can feel it as it bulges against my pants.

Her lips part and she takes a strained breath, my fingers cutting off most of her air. Her chest is heaving, and her pupils dilate.

I press my body harder into hers. My cock throbs against her stomach and she doesn’t move. She doesn’t try to push me away.

The look in her eyes is daring me to go further. Daring me to do whatever I want to her.

My lips crash into hers and instantly the taste of her floods through me like a drug, one I thought I was long over, but the moment I taste her every cell in my body ignites with need. Every pleasurable moment I’ve ever had with her taunts me. My lips move over hers and I push my tongue inside her mouth.

I step towards her again, forcing her onto the desk as the kiss intensifies. Her hands are pulling at my shirt and the sounds she making against my mouth are almost enough to tear me apart.

My hand slides up her thigh, pushing her skirt higher, my touch burning against her skin.

I shove her legs apart with my hips, leaning into her to pin her to the desk.

She whimpers beneath me and my adrenalin spikes.

She is mine to do whatever I please.

My cock aches, remembering how it felt to thrust into her -

A dark growl vibrates through me and I pull her off the desk, spinning her around and pushing her face down onto it again.

She cries out in fright but arches her ass up towards me. I slap her hard, leaving a red mark on her skin. She looks vulnerable and unspeakably sexy.

Yanking her dress out of the way I took my finger beneath her panties, brushing over her pussy, feeling how wet she is already.

With a sharp tug, I rip the delicate lace right off her body. She gasps and shifts beneath me.

She tries to look at me over her shoulder and I shove her head forward, pushing her cheek into the desk as I tear my belt off and free my cock. Thick veins are throbbing down the length of me, pulsing and aching with need.

I position myself behind her and when I thrust into her, I do it with force.

Holding nothing back I shove my cock deep inside her pussy, stretching her open and burying myself inside her. Her pussy tightens over me as she tries to adjust to the size of me.

I pull out and thrust in again. Her hips bash against the edge of the desk and she cries out.

“Shut up.” I growl in warning.

She whimpers quietly, obedient. And I begin to fuck her like I used to. Claiming her entire body each time my cock plunges into her. My fingers knotted in her hair as I hold her down. She is beautiful and helpless beneath me, but more willing than she wants to admit.

She used to tease me for hours until I took her like this. It was a game I loved to play with her.

I thrust, again and again, pleasure building and intensifying as I fuck her harder and harder.

My cock slides in and out, soaked with her desire, pushing her pussy open for my pleasure. She arches against me, rocking into my thrusts and when I place my hand on her hip, I can feel her body shaking with pleasure.

An urgency rushes through her and she starts moving, trying to circle her hips, trying to have more of me. A low, dark laugh rolls from my lips and I kick her legs wider apart, grabbing both hips in my hands I fuck her as though she was a whore, and her only purpose was to please me.

She loves it - and the more she loves it the more it drives me wild.

Until she is gasping and moaning and shaking so much she can’t take anymore.

She explodes onto my cock, her entire body convulsing as the orgasm waves through her.

I push deep inside her and release as well.

Leaning over her as I fight to steady my breath while the last spasm of pleasure flows from me.

I close my eyes, breathing heavily.

What the fuck have I done?

My head swims with regret as I slide my cock out of her. And even as I do this, my body floods with new desire, seeing her bent over and exposed like that.

She stands up, tugging her dress down.

I clear my throat and turn away from her as I zip my pants.

My office door suddenly opens, and Santino walk in, instantly freezing in place when he sees us.

His jaw sets tightly. I glance at Zina, dressed, but still adjusting her clothes to straighten them. Her hair is loose and wild around her shoulders, messy from my fingers being knotted in it.

I’m still busy doing my belt up.

There is zero chance of denying what just happened.

Santino lets out a harsh breath, glaring at me in anger.

“Seriously.” He snaps.

“I’ll talk to you later, Santino. Just give me a moment.” I demand.

Zina giggles and steps to my side. “No, that’s ok, I’ll go.” She says, but then she stands on her tiptoes and with her hands wrapped around the back of my neck - she kisses me.

The moment our lips touch my body melts against hers. My blood flows hotter and my heart races. I forgot everything else around me.

She pulls away, brushing her thumb over my lips. She smiles up at me, then turns to walk away. My eyes follow her as she steps around Santino, not acknowledging him, and walks through the door with her hips swaying and my mind screaming at me to follow her because I want more of everything.

“Seriously, dad?” he snarls angrily, snapping me back into reality.

“Just leave it alone, Santino.” I huff, sliding my belt into the final loop. I turn away from my son, busying myself by straightening the paperwork we sent flying over the desk top.

He walks around the desk so that he’s in my line of sight again.

“You can’t be that stupid dad. You’re not blind, so why are you falling for this?” he challenges me.

“What are you talking about, Santino?” I sigh, trying to figure out how it got to that point. One moment I was confronting her about the message - the next -

“She’s manipulating you. She’s using her body to control you and your letting it happen.”

“No one is manipulating anyone, Santino. It was just - it was - just leave it alone.” I say with regret cutting into me. Fuck. What have I done? Why the fuck did Santino have to walk in right at that moment?

Thank goodness he didn’t walk in earlier.

I clenching my jaw and brush my hand through my hair.

This is a disaster.

That should never have happened.

Santino is still glaring at me.

“Just fucking let it go.” I snap. “You don’t get to question my actions.”

His lip curls back in anger, but he nods. “You’re right. But open your eyes dad. If you don’t realize what she’s doing to get her way - you’re going to regret it.”

He storms from the office, and I have no idea why he came in here in the first place.

I flop down onto the chair and let out a loud groan of frustration.

I already regret what happened.

I can’t believe it - she - she felt so incredible. Every inch of her is exactly the same as I remember it. Her curves, her beautiful pussy, those sweet little sounds of desperation that spill from her lips. The way she hands control over to me and gives me permission to be wild and aggressive and -

My cock throbs and I groan again, adjusting it before it becomes uncomfortable.

Is she manipulating me?

Is my son seeing something I’m not seeing?

All I know is that being with her is nothing like anything else I’ve ever experienced. And I’m worried now, because how will I stop thinking about this. How can I convince my body that it’s too risky to give in to those desires?

Standing up I leave my office, unable to focus or think clearly. I need a session on the gym. A good work out will get rid of the edge that’s cutting against me.

I’ll sweat her off my skin and out of my mind.