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CHAPTER 8

Giovanni

F or the first time in my life, I’m struggling not to cum. The feel of Aurora’s tight channel wrapped around my cock can only be described as exquisite.

She fits so well around me. Like she is made for me. I fuck her like a crazed man, her every moan and groan pushing me further and further to the edge.

“Oh God, oh God,” she chants.

“You’re taking me so well, princess,” I grunt.

“Oh God, Gio,” she moans.

“That’s right, baby,” I growl. “Who owns this pussy?”

“You,” she breathes out.

“I said, who owns this greedy, little cunt?” I enunciate every word with a hard thrust.

“You, sir. You own it. Don’t stop. Don’t stop.”

“Good girl,” I praise.

I don’t miss the way she shudders at my praise. So the naughty princess has a praise kink, too? That’s interesting. She’s an endless layer of curiosity for me, and every layer I unwrap holds me captive.

I reach under her and find her clit. Then I rub tight circles around her protruding nub until she’s vibrating.

“Cum for me, princess,” I order her.

She tenses, and then she cums with a muted groan. I thrust one last time into her before cumming with a shout, filling her full with my hot cum.

All I want to do after is pull her to me and fall asleep, something I’ve never ever felt like doing my whole life. Everything with Aurora is just so different. She rearranges my whole systemic makeup and turns me into someone I don’t recognize.

With a groan, I pull out and watch my cum leak out of her.

“We never made it to the blanket,” she mutters drowsily.

“What?” I ask in confusion.

She turns to lie on her back and blinks up at me. There’s a look in her eyes that makes me tense. It’s a look of sleepy adoration.

“Don’t look at me like that,” I warn her harshly.

“Like what?” she mumbles.

“Like you’re getting ideas in that pretty little head of yours.”

“Aww, you think I’m pretty.”

“Aurora,” I warn.

“Call me Rory. Aurora’s a mouthful,” she says. “Not that I’m opposed to a mouthful or anything.”

I shoot her an unimpressed look. “You talk too much, and you don’t listen.”

“I heard everything you said,” she argues. “It went something like I’m really pretty, and you want to fill my mouth. Did I miss anything?” she asks cheekily.

I pull my pants up over my hips and say, “This isn’t a relationship. I’m not your boyfriend because of what just happened.”

A frown forms between her eyebrows. “So I can make this drive with someone else tomorrow then? Cool.”

At her words, my hand lashes out with lightning speed, and I grab her jaw. “I’m the only one who gets to touch you. This pussy is mine. Every inch of you is mine. You don’t want to know what will happen if some other bastard touches what belongs to me. I’m very possessive about my property, princess. Do I make myself clear?” I growl roughly.

Her eyes are wide as saucers, and there’s a hint of fear in them, but the major emotion shining in her eyes is lust.

“Y—yes,” she whispers.

“Yes what?” I demand.

“Yes, sir.”

Her pupils are blown now, and she’s all but begging me with her eyes to free my rapidly hardening cock and fuck her into the dirt.

I release her with a sigh. “I don’t think this is a good idea.”

She rolls her eyes immediately. “I’m not going to fall in love with you if that’s what you’re afraid of.”

“It’s more than that. I don’t want you to romanticize whatever this is. It’s just sex,” I tell her. “I don’t want to be your friend or your confidante. I’m not a good man, princess. With time, you’ll see parts of me that will terrify you. Those parts are who I am.”

“I’m sure there are worse men in our world.”

“Our world?” I give her a mocking look. “We don’t belong to the same world, princess. Your world is glitters and guns. My world is the mud under which your world has been built. Everything you think you know about me, leave it at the door because what I truly am is far worse.”

“You can’t scare me into running,” she says with foolish bravado, jaw clenched. “If you don’t want this, then say it. Don’t beat around the bush and try to make me be the one to end it because you’re too much of a coward.”

I smile humorlessly. “A different person would have had their tongue chopped off for calling me a coward.”

She goes rigid with shock at my words.

“And you’re wrong, princess,” I drawl. “It’s not about me not wanting this. God knows I want it far too much, and there’s no use lying about it, considering the evidence.” My gaze drops down to her pussy that’s still leaking my cum.

When I look back up at her, her cheeks are beet red. Who knew she was capable of feeling embarrassed?

“You’re also wrong about me wanting you to run,” I tell her with a chuckle. “On the contrary, it’s too late for you to run. You can try, but you won’t get very far. And even if you do, there isn’t a corner of the planet where I wouldn’t find you.”

Then I bend over her, my mouth a hairsbreadth from hers. She sucks in a breath, body tensing.

“I hope you know exactly what you’ve gotten yourself into.” I bite her bottom lip softly. “Because the ink on the paper is dry, and there’s no going back.”

With that, I give in to temptation and cover my mouth with hers.

I end up wringing another orgasm from her body, and by the time I’m done, she’s only semi-conscious and very drowsy.

I have to help her put on her clothes before bundling her back into the car.

She’s asleep even before I turn the car on. It’s the best solution to Aurora’s trouble-making ways: keep her too tired with multiple orgasms so she won’t be able to muster up the strength to cause more of her brand of chaos.

The car ride to her house is quiet, only broken by the soft sounds of her quiet breathing and the occasional unconscious mutter from her.

My mind, on the other hand, is as far from quiet as possible. It’s split into two factions that are currently at war. One side wants me to walk away from Aurora and not look back, while the other side knows and acknowledges that it’s far too late for that.

She’s already in my bloodstream, and I can’t get her out. I don’t deserve her. I shouldn’t touch someone as pure as her with my sin-blackened hands.

She deserves someone who can love her and make her happy.

I look over at her and imagine her with someone else. No freaking way. I see red at the mere thought, and it takes a while for the violence to clear from my vision.

It doesn’t matter what the princess deserves. She unfortunately cast her net and ended up with me, so she had best believe I wasn’t letting her go for any reason. I’m going to do my damn best to protect her, but I know that, in the end, I’m going to break her fragile heart.

By the time I pull up in front of her house, there’s a clear winner of the mental war. Aurora is mine. End of discussion.

And I’m willing and ready to burn the world down if it tries to keep us apart.

Regardless of my new resolution, I still plan on taking baby steps with Aurora. She likes to act like a worldly vixen, but I can see her for the wide-eyed, naive brat she is.

That’s why it comes as an unwanted surprise to me when, a day later, my home office phone rings while I’m in the middle of an important meeting with one of the men who helps me transport my drugs out of the city.

“Our issues with law enforcement are settled, but we’ve had?—”

I cut the man off, holding up a finger to indicate that he should give me a second before I pick up the phone.

“I specifically said no interruptions. It seems someone is itching to have their brains blown out,” I say silkily into the phone.

“Uh, s—sorry, boss. But it’s Miss Vitale. She’s headed to your office now.”

I narrow my eyes. “What do you mean she’s headed to my office? Who let her in?”

“Well, boss?—”

I tune him out as the woman in question comes into view. She strolls into my office with an unsteady gait.

One look at her, and I can tell she’s drunk as hell. She even reeks of alcohol. I run my eyes down her body. She’s in a red mini dress and shoes so high that I briefly wonder how she made it all the way up the stairs without falling to her death.

“Leave us,” I tell the man in front of me in a dark voice. Aurora’s unwelcome presence is more of an emergency than a few bandits trying to steal our drugs during transit.

The man nods and walks out without a comment.

“Hey, there,” she hiccups. “Missed you.”

“Aurora,” I say by way of greeting. “What a surprise.”

“A good one, I—” She hiccups again, then covers her mouth with her hand. “Sorry.”

She bursts into giggles as I rise to my feet and walk toward her. I’m furious at her irresponsible and reckless behavior. How dare she barge into my home like this? How dare she move around in her current condition?

Anything could have happened to her. Anyone could have taken advantage of her. The only thing keeping me from raging at her right now is knowing Carlos was watching her.

If she had been in any real trouble, he’d have informed me immediately.

“Where were you?” I ask in a deceptively calm voice.

“Ancora. Nice place.” She lets out a giggle. “We should go together some—” Her words trail off as she tries to take a step forward, loses her footing, and begins to fall.

I immediately wrap an arm around her waist and yank her to my chest. This close, the stench of alcohol is overwhelming, and it only sets to make me even more pissed. Not only is Ancora a trashy club that caters to degenerates, but it’s also not under Vitale or Lombardi territory.

“You’re so warm,” she mutters, smiling up at me.

“And you’re as dumb as a pile of rocks. What were you thinking traveling all the way across town from Ancora while drunk off your ass?” I growl at her. “Do you have no ounce of self-preservation in that thick head of yours?”

Hearing my words, she pouts, her eyes getting shiny with tears. “Stop being so mean.”

I sigh frustratedly. “There’s no use talking to you in this state. I’m putting you to bed.”

If this is her ploy to finally get her sleepover, it is working perfectly well, and I have to applaud her.

“I think I’m going to puke,” she groans. Indeed, her face has gone a little bit green.

Shaking my head, I lift her in a bridal carry and take her straight to the ensuite bathroom of my bedroom. As soon as I deposit her in front of the toilet bowl, she hurls and empties the contents of her stomach into it. I hold her hair up and out of the way as she retches and dry heaves.

Then I give her mouthwash after she’s done and help her into one of my shirts.

The casual domesticity of the acts isn’t lost on me. These are things I’ve never done for any other woman on Earth. I’m far past angry and regretting every life decision that has led me to this moment as I remove her heels, tuck her into bed, and fill a glass of water for her on the nightstand.

I wonder if it’s too late to walk away from Aurora.

As I watch her in my bed, I’m furious at myself for feeling not all that bothered by her presence there.

How can one far too young and far too naive woman successfully turn my world upside down in such a short amount of time?

I storm out of my bedroom and head straight to my home gym with a curse of self-disgust.

Too much energy is coursing through my veins, and I need to burn it all off before I end up going back to my room and burning it off in a far different way that may not be welcome.

I don’t know how much time I spend in the home gym, moving from the pull-up bar to the elliptical machine to the weightlifting seat until someone’s presence at the door alerts me.

I glance up to see Aurora standing at the doorway in my T-shirt, her hair falling in messy curls around her face.

“What are you doing?” she asks softly.

“What does it look like?” I drop the bar and turn to look at her. She looks soft and fragile standing there with my shirt stopping at mid-thigh, the neck slipping off one shoulder. She’s barefoot, too, and something about that sets my pulse racing.

“It’s almost midnight,” she murmurs.

I do a brief calculation in my head. I’ve been in the gym for over two hours now.

“You should go back to bed,” I say to her.

“Why?” she asks softly.

“Because you’re not supposed to be here. I’m not in the right frame of mind to be around you, princess.”

“What’s the right frame of mind to be around me?” she probes stubbornly, putting a hand on her hip.

“I’m trying my best to keep my hands off you right now, and you’re not making it easy,” I growl at her. “Trust me, baby girl, you don’t want me to touch you right now. Not like this. Because I won’t be able to hold back.”

Her gaze takes me in carefully, and then she licks her lips, desire flaring in her eyes. “I don’t want you to hold back.”

“You don’t know what you’re saying,” I warn her.

“Then show me,” she insists. “Show me what it means to be truly taken by Giovanni Lombardi.”

“Go back to bed, Aurora,” I growl.

She raises her jaw defiantly, and then she takes a step forward, crossing fully past the doorpost. The look she gives me is full of dare and challenge.

“I’ll count to three, and that’s the only warning you’ll get. One.”

“Two, three,” she says breathlessly with a grin.

The words are barely out of her mouth before I cross the room with long strides and drag her into a hard kiss.

Aurora has no idea what she’s asking for because now I’m going to show her exactly what it means to be fucked by a monster.

Hard, rough, and brutal.