by Shanna Bell
She let out a squeak when he bit her left nipple.
As he treated her right nipple to the same painful experience—biting, licking, nibbling, until the bud was throbbing from a mixture of pain, heat, cold, and pleasure—she couldn’t stop herself from riding his legs. She needed friction, damn it.
She expected him to ask her to strip, but he didn’t. His hand simply slid inside her panties, going straight for her core. When she let out a gasp, he swatted both her breasts this time, pulling her tortured nipple inside his mouth until it hurt.
“Please...” She knew she was begging, but she didn’t care.
His answer was to pump two fingers inside her wet core. Her back arched and she almost pulled back her arms, to put them on his broad shoulders so she could ride him, but somehow managed to hold back.
Clearly, Gio wasn’t finished with his punishment, because suddenly, he slipped the slick tip of a finger in her ass. She jumped up at the sensation, her eyes going wide from fear for a second.
“I don’t do anal, asshole.”
“You shouldn’t use anal and asshole in the same sentence. It gives me ideas.”
Still, he pulled his finger back, circling back to her clit, pumping his fingers in and out of her vagina.
“Soon,” he said. “Your ass belongs to me. Every piece of your body belongs to me.”
Right that second, she couldn’t agree more. She would agree to anything, as long as he kept moving his fingers in and out of her pussy and allowed her to grind against him.
Yeah, right there. That’s the spot.
Almost there…
Almost…
She practically whined when he pulled his fingers out, right when she was about to come.
“Get on your knees.”
She was on her knees, with a hand on his fly, in an instant. He didn’t have to guide her, she knew what he wanted. What she had been looking forward to since the moment they met.
He was already hard, his cock straining against his briefs. She sucked the angry head for a few seconds, before she felt his hand fisting her hair.
“No teasing,” he warned her. “Suck me. Suck me real good, and I’ll let you come before the night is over.”
She went to work eagerly, sucking him from the root to the tip. She could feel herself getting more and more wet. A throbbing pain and pleasure coursed through her body, asking for release. She moved her hand that wasn’t latched on Gio’s dick to her panties.
“Don’t.” His voice was like a whip. “Don’t you fucking dare make yourself come. The only one filling your pussy tonight is me, got that?”
When she didn’t answer fast enough, he gripped her hair, and pulled her mouth off his cock. She nodded, and licked her lips. Her heart fluttered when his eyes dropped to her mouth, making her bite her bottom lip.
“Fuck,” he hissed. “Put your other hand on your breast. I want to see you working your nipple. Pinch and pull it until it hurts. Do it until you make me come.”
What was it about him that made her want to obey him? But she couldn’t deny it. She loved the way he handled her.
By the time he came in her throat, her tortured nipple was screaming out in delicious pain. With a sigh, she let go of his dick and her breast, leaning her head on his thigh. She wouldn’t admit it, but she liked it when he petted her, complimenting her.
“You did good, bella. Really good. Now, get dressed. I’m taking you out for dinner. No shower for you.” His thumb wiped over her bottom lip. “I like knowing you still smell like me, and are all wet, while you sit next to me.”
CHAPTER 15
JAZZY
Apparently, getting head had worked up her husband’s appetite.
“Do I need to put on a dress?” She wasn’t really up to dining at some high-end restaurant in Union Square, but if he did, she couldn’t show up there in jeans either.
“No.” His gazed raked over her, lingering a bit longer on her breasts. “I’ll be right back.”
Jazzy took a brush through her hair, then put on some makeup, a black denim skirt, and a silver silk top.
When Gio emerged from the dressing room, she almost did a double take. Gio in a custom-made suit was hot, but casual-looking Gio in black jeans and a gray V-neck Henley was something else. It made him look younger, more carefree. She was suddenly happy with her choice of outfit. Hopefully it would send out a message that they were a couple, because she really didn’t want to deal with any other women drooling over him.
“I didn’t know you owned anything other than suits,” she joked.
He cocked a brow. “You believed you were the only one owning jeans?”
“I did in this house.”
He took something from his pocket. “Turn around.”
Jazzy gave him her back and felt a necklace slide on her chest. It was a simple silver one with a key for a pendant.
He pushed aside her hair and kissed her earlobe. “When my father married my mother, he was a made man, working for Scolini. He started at the bottom of that family, until he made it to the top. He wanted to make sure that one day, when he would have his own family, he would be able to provide for them and protect them. Every anniversary, he had the same necklace made for her, starting with a silver one at the beginning of their life together. He told me that a man should only buy jewelry for his wife. To this day, I’ve lived by that rule.”
Jazzy’s hand went to the pendant. Unlike Gina, she didn’t have an eye for jewelry, but somehow, she doubted it was silver. Maybe white gold. Either way, it was exquisite. “It’s beautiful.”
He took her to a classic, Italian family restaurant in Hayes Valley named Maria’s, complete with white and red checkered tablecloths, bottles of wine, and old-looking ceramics on the wall. The second they stepped inside, and the elderly hostess saw Gio, she beamed.
“Giovanni!” She left her place behind the counter and rushed up to him to give him a hug. Her gleeful eyes then went to Jazzy. “And who is this?”
“Maria.” He pulled Jazzy next to him. “This is Jocelyn. My wife.”
The woman clasped her hands together, looking surprised and happy at the same time. “Oh, you have found the one! I knew you would. Now you can make little bambinos and ask me to be godmother.”
They exchanged a few more pleasantries before they were seated in a cozy corner in the back.
It didn’t take long for Jazzy to order a large funghi pizza, with a salad on the side.
Gio went for the pasta. “I like a woman with a healthy appetite.”
“Yet you dated women who don’t eat.” After Vanessa, she had googled him to see what other women would pop up on his arm. Aside from being blondes, they were all models.
“Obviously my taste has improved since then.”
Not sure if he meant that, she decided to change the subject. “I like this place. How did you find it?”
“I used to work here as a busboy.”
She had to check her jaw from dropping. “You? Working as a busboy?”
“I wasn’t born a real estate mogul.”
“No? I mean, I’m surprised to hear that. I just figured you had inherited.”
“Oh, I did inherit from my father, just not any money. The Detta name, however, is still famous in certain circles.”
She knew she was treading into dangerous territory, but she had to ask. “Mobster circles, you mean?”
“Amongst others. He was a known man in his world, of course, but just as famous with any government agency that was after him and the Scolinis. At the time, there was a huge task force set up, just to prevent the different families from starting a war in San Francisco. In the end, that war happened anyway, and it was probably what got my parents killed.”
“Probably?” She’d read about his father’s death. How he ended up a casualty in an underworld war. The same way a lot of people in his line of work ended. Part of her wanted to ask if Gio intended to follow in his path. It hurt to think of him shot. Then she chided herself for e
ven thinking that far ahead in the future. She had no business going there.
“Probably.” This time his tone was curt.
Okay, definitely a touchy subject, not that she could blame him. She herself still wasn’t able to talk about her parents without tears springing in her eyes.
“So, what happened after your parents’ death? Who raised you?”
“With Scolini and his associates out of the picture, we were left to fend for ourselves. Our only luck was that the ones who took out Scolini were practically decimated themselves. They were either dead or in jail.” She knew what he meant; that it had been the only reason why no one had ended his father’s line by murdering him and his brothers. Picturing him and his brothers as orphans, almost made her reach out to him over the table.
“We were sent to a group home. Not a pleasant place.” The pulse working in his jaw spoke volumes. “No one wants to adopt four boys, let alone mobster progenies. Not that I would have let them. I wasn’t going to allow anyone to change my name. We stayed there for three months, until Caitlin O’Brian.”
She frowned, not having heard that name before.
“Our grandmother from my mother’s side,” he explained. “She’d broken off any contact with our mother, when she married my father. We had only ever seen her from pictures. It had taken her months before she got through all the red tape, but in the end, she managed to become guardian to five boys; my brothers, and Hector. As a single, seventy-year-old widow, she wasn’t an eligible candidate, but our grandmother was nothing if not determined. She died a few years ago.” He looked her straight in the eyes. “She made me promise, on her deathbed, to create more little O’Brians. She never acknowledged our father’s name, and I didn’t have the heart to tell her that my kids would be a Detta.”
Children. She hadn’t even thought of that. Things between them had developed so fast. She was on birth control, and didn’t plan on stopping with that anytime soon. If she did… A picture of a beautiful little boy with black hair and baby blue eyes popped inside her head. To her surprise, the idea didn’t scare her. Someday, yes, she wanted that someday. With the man she chose to be with in the forever kind of relationship. It was hard to imagine that child in her mind not to look like a mini Gio.
She cleared her throat. “She sounds wonderful.”
“That she was.”
When their dinner arrived, they ate in a comfortable silence. When the waiter came to ask if they wanted dessert, Gio declined.
“I’ll have my dessert later.”
This made the waiter smile knowingly, and Jazzy glowered at her husband for making her blush. Well, he wasn’t the only one able to dole out a punishment. Although she wanted to go home as well, to actually become his dessert, she decided to place an order.
“I’ll have the panna cotta, please. I just love that delicious creaminess in my mouth. There’s nothing like it.”
The waiter left with a grin on his face.
“Playing with fire, bella?”
“Whatever do you mean?” She could make innuendos and have him wait as well.
To her shock, he got up and slid in the seat next to her, effectively boxing her in. His fingers started to play with her strands of hair. From the outside, it probably looked innocent; just a man so eager for his woman that he couldn’t stand the distance between them.
He placed a finger on her chin, parting her lips. His tongue delved inside, conquering her mouth. She was a slave to his touch, the taste of him, the way he nibbled her lips, bit them, before he took away the sting and turned all gentle and loving. By the time dessert was served, Jazzy was sure all her bones had melted.
Gio pulled away, allowing the waiter to place her treat and the tiny spoon that accompanied it before her.
Sadly, Jazzy’s appetite had changed into wanting something much more carnal. She wanted to get out of this place, now. The only thing stopping her was her pride, and the smirk on Gio’s lips. The bastard knew exactly what she was thinking.
“Ah, finally, the treat I’ve been waiting for all night,” she said, taking a spoonful.
She tried to ignore Gio’s hand that went underneath her skirt, hidden out of sight. His nose nuzzled her throat.
“How does the panna cotta taste, bella? The cream you love so much.” The question was followed by a finger slowly flicking over her panties, making her squirm in her seat.
“Delicious.” She tried to close her knees, but his hand between her thighs didn’t allow that. When he dipped a finger inside her, she could barely hold in her moan.
“I’m glad you like it.” His narrowed eyes bespoke his words. The frustration was written all over his face, and for some reason, it made her bolder.
“Oh, I like. I could eat it all night long.”
A crooked grin appeared on his handsome face. “All night long, you say?”
For some reason, his words felt like a threat; even a promise, perhaps. But she wouldn’t be who she was if she didn’t answer the fire in his eyes with fire.
“Oh yeah, baby. I could go all night long. What about you?”
Whatever patience he’d had so far, it ended right that second. He pulled the spoon out of her hand. Before she knew it, she was hauled up, and being ushered out of the restaurant.
“Wait!” She tried to stop him when they stood outside, and he signaled for his chauffeur. “We forgot to pay the check.”
“Maria knows how to charge me.” His words were clipped, his tone harsh.
She gasped at the feral lust she saw in his blue orbits. For a moment, Jazzy feared that she had pushed him too far.
The car pulled over before them and Gio opened the back door. The second they stepped inside, he hauled her over his lap with her back against his chest. There was no foreplay. No more kissing, preparing her. Not that he needed to, her panties were drenched.
His hand disappeared under her skirt again, ripping away her panties.
“Put your hands against the board.”
The moment she braced herself against the privacy divider, he impaled her on his cock and started to pound into her.
He let out a brittle laugh, his fingers gripping her shoulders, a hand planting on her ass with a smack. “All fucking night, bella. You will fuck me all night until you are allowed to come.”
Maybe poking the bear hadn’t been the smartest thing to do. She pushed her ass up against him, her globes connecting with his toned stomach.
He added one, two, three fingers to her greedy hole, stretching her even wider.
She bounced up and down on Gio until she could feel he was almost coming.
“That’s it, bella. Push your ass against me.”
By the time the car pulled over, she was trembling from unfulfilled desire. Despite him casually tucking his dick into his pants, she could see the fire burning in Gio’s eyes. He was just as affected by this explosion of desire between them as she was. And for some reason, this made her feel powerful, as never before. For the first time, she believed she could handle this man.
True to his promise, Gio kept her up all night. It was close to dawn when he finally let her come. By then, she was a sweaty, withering mess, panting like crazy. When she finally dropped on top of him, her head on his chest, she closed her eyes.
“Jocelyn?”
She looked up, surprised by his sudden serious tone. “Yes?”
“Don’t ever threaten to leave me again.”
Not sure how to respond to that, all she did was nod.
CHAPTER 16
GIO
Gio was halfway into a meeting with Jackson and his account manager when his secretary interrupted them.
“I’m sorry to disturb you, Mr. Detta, but I just received a call from the bank about an unusual transaction with one of your credit cards. I wanted to inform you first before I canceled the card and called the police.”
He had a suspicion which one of his credit cards was in question. He couldn’t suppress a grin when he thought about the equally unus
ual person using it.
“I’ll take care of it, Gale. There’s no need to cancel it. It must be the new card I gave to my wife a few weeks ago.”
She blinked when she heard he was married and her eyes slid to his left hand where he was sporting a ring, but she was too professional to ask any questions.
When she closed the door behind him, he called Hector.
He was greeted with a curt, “Yeah?”
“I heard my wife went on a shopping spree today,” he said, to confirm she’d been the one using the card.
“She sure did. Your woman is determined to feed every shelter in San Francisco.”
Now, that was surprising. When he’d expected her to go on a shopping free, he’d expected it to be of the retail kind.
Hector cursed under his breath. “Damn it, woman, put that box down. It’s too heavy for you.”
“You better not be yelling at my woman,” Gio warned him, because friend or not, no one yelled at his wife but him.
“I was yelling at Mary. Fuck.” A few more expletives followed. Hector loved to curse. “Give me a battle zone any day over this shit.”
Gio wondered what had a former Marine cursing. He’d asked his friend to take on Jazzy’s security detail personally instead of assigning it to one of his employees. That is, until Hector’s best bodyguard had returned from a mission. He wouldn’t trust Jazzy’s safety to anyone else. Hector had always had his back and would take a bullet for his wife.
“What’s going on, Hector?” When he heard a man yelling in the background, Gio rose from his feet. “You can finish this,” he told Jackson, and went for his car.
Hector seemed to be running. “Some asshole came inside with a knife, looking for his wife and kids. Had I mentioned that your wife is at a women’s shelter in the bad part of town?”
“No, you haven’t. Text me the address,” Gio clipped. “I’m on my way.”
He arrived at the shelter, only to find Hector toe-to-toe with a not-so-timid-after-all Mary.
