by Bethany-Kris
“Yes, you should because I want you to,” Kim whispered, making Gio realize he’d voiced his inner thoughts out loud. “Fuck me, Gio. Right here in this house.”
Sweet Christ, if his cock could have gotten any harder, it did just hearing that.
Gio wasted no time pulling Kim from the door and bending her roughly over the bathroom countertop. Her hands grappled for purchase on the taps of the sink, her quiet cries urging him on as he wrenched her dress up over her hips.
There was nothing to hide the beautiful creamy flesh of her ass under the silk. Just a scrap of white lace he wouldn’t even consider worthy of being called underwear. It didn’t cover a damn thing. He stopped his rough movements just long enough to grope her backside, pulling her perky ass into his groin. Beneath his slacks, his erection strained against the fabric, fitting between the cheeks of her ass snug enough to relieve the throbbing pain in his shaft.
“Dio, I’m never going to get tired of looking at your sweet ass, Kim.”
“Come on, then,” Kim murmured, glancing back over her shoulder at him. “Fuck me.”
Gio didn’t need any more encouragement. It was entirely stupid and reckless. A death wish on his part. Shameful to his family and the creed he took for Cosa Nostra. That didn’t stop him from pulling her thong down to her knees before dropping his own pants and freeing his erection to his palm.
Using his thumb, Gio spread the bead of precum leaking from the head of his cock. He didn’t say a word as he slid the tip along her slick folds, spreading them. Kim moaned as she tried to back into his dick. Every time he brought the tip to her entrance, he flexed forward just enough to let her feel him there, opening her. The juices from her sex smeared over his cock; her pussy glistening with arousal. With his hand on her lower back, he kept her body forced down to the counter so she wasn’t able to move.
“You want me to fuck you right here?”
“Gio, please,” Kim whined.
Gio felt like he had to give her once last chance to back out, or maybe he was trying to give himself one. It was one thing to be doing sneaky shit like they had before, but this was going to put them both on a whole different level of carelessness. No regrets. Gio tried never to have them. He didn’t want this to turn into one, but he wasn’t sure it would lead anywhere else.
“I need a yes or no,” Gio said, still sweeping his cock between her folds.
“Yes. Jesus Christ, yes, Gio.”
That was enough for him. Gio let his hold on the base of his shaft go at the same time he flexed forward again. With one hard, swift thrust, he bottomed out nine inches deep into her shuddering pussy. There was no resistance from her body. She always seemed to fit him like a hot, wet glove. A tight, blazing paradise. The force of the plunge and his groin meeting her ass sent Kim up to her toes in three inch heels, a blissful cry ringing out. Her hands flew to the mirror to keep her steady.
Gio froze, not only from her shout, but from the soaked, velvet heat surrounding his length. No condom. No. Fucking. Condom. He wanted to tell her to be quiet, but the words lodged in his throat and the breath stuck in his chest like tar.
“Gio?” A quaver rocked Kim’s soft tenor.
“I …”
No, the words still wouldn’t come. It was hard to focus while he was buried in Kim, feeling every twitch and flutter of her walls along his shaft. Being sheathed inside her, unsafe and natural, literally knocked the sense right out of Gio. He couldn’t breathe as he felt her heartbeat pulse inside her flexing sex holding him in. Everything … holy shit, he felt it all.
“No condom,” he finally uttered, beating back the urge to start pounding into Kim.
Not that it mattered now, he knew. What was done was done. It wasn’t the fact he was fucking Kim without protection that shocked him into stillness, but rather, that it happened so easily and he hadn’t even considered using something at all. God, what was this woman doing to him?
“I’m safe, Gio,” Kim said, passing a look over her shoulder with hooded eyes. “I promise. Please stop freaking out and fuck me.”
“I’m not freaking out.”
Not a whole lot, Gio corrected internally.
It probably wasn’t the best moment to enlighten Kim that this was the first time he’d ever fucked unsafely. Instead, Gio slowly pulled out from her sex until only the head of his cock was still in her sweet heaven. He watched, completely absorbed and enthralled at seeing her juices drenching his length. The way it felt was indescribable. So goddamn amazing.
“Hold on,” Gio grunted.
Kim’s reflection in the mirror showed her confusion. “What?”
Gio didn’t answer; he slammed into her body again. What little self-restraint he may have had left was gone with that one thrust. Something inside snapped, like a dog who lived its whole life tied finally breaking from the chain. His rhythm of fucking her was punishing, totally unrelenting. Gio didn’t think, he just moved. He only wanted to feel her. All the flutters of her channel hugging him and the gushing of her fluids covering his cock as he took her.
One of his hands stayed on her waist, pulling her back to meet every demanding thrust of his cock. The other found the back of her neck, his fingers tangling into the wisps of hair that fell from her chignon.
“Oh, God … Giovanni, just like that,” Kim breathed. Gio could feel her heart rate at the pulse point on her neck racing like crazy. “So, so good.”
The roughness of their coupling didn’t seem to bother Kim a bit. A shiver wracked her shoulders as she stared at Gio in the reflection in the mirror, those pretty pink lips of hers falling open with low, whining cries. The frantic, frenzied pace kept her high on her toes and her thighs slamming into the counter. No doubt that silk dress of hers would be crumpled and wrinkled something awful when Gio was done with her.
Kim’s fingernails dragged across the mirror, her hands balling tightly. She bent her head down, using her fists to cushion her face from the hard surface as every crack of his body meeting hers pushed her into the glass.
“What do you want?” Gio asked, his voice thick. “Tell me how you want me to fuck you, Tesoro. Tell me how close you are to coming all over my cock.”
“So close … so fucking close. Più duro, più veloce,” Kim hissed through clenching teeth.
Harder, faster, she told him.
“Oh, I can do that.”
Gio let go of her waist to grab roughly on her inner thigh. Lifting her leg high enough so her knee was resting on the counter, she was spread wider for him. It gave Gio the best view of his painfully hard length vanishing into her pussy. The new angle allowed Gio’s cock to sink deeper and she met him thrust for thrust. He hit something good for her because the hot walls of her sex clamped down while her fluids flowed down his cock. Kim’s head tossed back up, her eyes wide as she let out a strangled whisper of his name.
Every inch of him felt her climax in an instant, sucking him in and milking his dick. The pressure he hadn’t realized was building in his spine and groin released without warning. Gio’s orgasm crashed down hard over his senses, blinding him with sparks of colors behind his closed lids. He held her tight to his groin as he spilled deep into her sex.
Somehow, Gio managed to bend down and bury his face in the spot between Kim’s shoulders to muffle his shout, pulling her leg down from the counter at the same time. As it was, they’d both already been gone from the party for too long, so he reluctantly pulled out from the ecstasy that was her pussy. Gio’s hand was on her neck, trembling from the intensity still rocking throughout his body. He struggled to catch his breath, feeling the stickiness of his own come trickling down where his fingers were still squeezing the inside of Kim’s thigh.
Silently, Gio fixed Kim’s thong, kissing the dimples above her backside before dropping her dress back in place. She didn’t move from her place bent over the counter, though.
“You okay?” Gio asked.
“Yeah,” Kim said, her voice weaker than he liked.
Kim fi
nally spun around from the counter, her gaze sweeping the bathroom floor. Gio wasn’t sure what she was searching for until she finally found it and plucked it up. The ring she tossed away so hatefully earlier was slid back onto her hand without any hesitance. The sick, angry feeling rushed through Gio’s blood, but this time he knew it had nothing to do with the cognac from earlier, or Franco’s treatment of Kim. No, Gio was enraged with himself and … hell, Kim.
“That’s it?” Gio asked, not bothering to hide the heat in his tone. “You let me fuck you and then you put his ring back on just like that?”
Kim looked wary. “Gio …”
Gio didn’t want to hear it. None of her excuses, he just didn’t want to listen.
“This can’t happen again,” Kim said, swallowing hard as she swiped her fingers under her eyes. “I’m sorry.”
“No shit,” Gio growled. “Is this some kind of game for you?”
“I should ask you that, too. Because the way you act sometimes sure seems like I’m nothing more than a good chase for you and the prize always ends up being a hot fuck.”
She was flushed, sweat-slicked, her make-up smudged, and so damned beautiful. But, he was so fucking pissed with her, too. Used, that’s how Gio felt. Like Kim had just manipulated him.
“Can you even remember who you were before he told you who you needed to be?”
“Screw you. Just because you’ve fucked me doesn’t mean you know me,” Kim muttered spitefully. “Don’t think you have any idea of what I’m going through.”
But he wanted to know her … everything about her. Why couldn’t she see that? Kim didn’t want to see it, clearly. What she wanted was some abusive little prick with entitlement issues, and maybe a fuck or two on the side with Gio.
Anger flared in Gio again, fast and vicious like his next words. “Don’t sleep beside him tonight with me still wet between your thighs, Kim. Franco’s an asshole, but he’s not a complete fucking idiot.”
Kim gasped, her hand fluttering up to cover her trembling lips as her back hit the wall behind her. The hurtful remarks had flown out of Gio’s mouth before he could stop himself, and he wished he could take it back the moment he said them. It didn’t matter. Her actions were clear enough for him. They were done, and what happened between them again tonight was just a sport for her. Nothing more than revenge. Gio wouldn’t be her toy to use when she needed to hurt Franco.
“Go to hell, Giovanni.”
“Tesoro, take a good look at me. You’ve already put me there.”
Chapter Eleven
Gio ignored the rolling nausea ravaging his insides as he paid the cab driver and got out of the car. He hoped he could get the rental car and go back to the hotel to sleep. No rest had found him after he left the Sorrento home the night before.
The sick feeling he sported had little to do with the liquor he indulged in, but rather, the disgust he held for himself. Gio scowled at the sight of a familiar luxury SUV parked a ways down from his rental car. He assumed Franco and Kim would have gone home after the party, but apparently not.
Just his fucking luck.
Not wanting to stick around long enough for someone to notice him, Gio unlocked his car.
“Giovanni, I thought that was your car.”
Gio cringed at Maximo’s cheerful voice coming from behind him. Turning, Gio watched as the man patted his wife on the cheek before letting her get into a dark sedan. Maximo made his way down the short driveway.
“What are you doing this morning, Skip?” Maximo asked.
“Sleep,” Gio said. “That’s the plan, anyway.”
“Have you eaten?”
Gio could lie, but he figured he done that enough lately. “Not yet.”
Maximo nodded, turning with a wave. “Come. Kimberlynn cooked. I adore my wife, but she’s horrible in the kitchen. It’s one of the only things I miss about my ex-wife.”
Gio couldn’t refuse the offer, no matter if he wanted to or not. It was rude to deny a Don, especially when it came to something like a personal invitation into his home. Gio might have bent the rules, but there were some he knew better than to cross.
Antony would not be pleased to find out Gio shunned a boss.
“What’d she cook?” Gio asked, trailing slowly behind Maximo.
He didn’t know what else to ask.
“Dolce Cristo … everything.”
• • •
Maximo didn’t lie. The buffet spread in the kitchen was enough food to feed ten people, at least. There were a few stragglers hanging around in the house. The food wouldn’t go to waste. Gio recognized the men as Franco’s idiots and a couple of Maximo’s capos.
Kim had barely managed to hold back the shock and anger at seeing Gio. Politely, she said hello when he came in, but that was the extent of their interaction.
Two men Gio knew only as Ben and Lucas, friends of Franco’s and the guys that kept a close watch on Kim, were being loud and obnoxious in their seats. They couldn’t be much older than Gio, but they were acting like pre-teens, tossing bits of food at one another from across the table.
“Cazzo,” Maximo barked, making both of them men jump. Gio leaned over like nothing happened to grab a waffle from a plate. “Cut that shit out before I kick your sorry asses out of my house. Goddamn bunch of stolti.”
Maximo shot a baleful look over his shoulder at his son who seemed unbothered by the rude ruckus his men were making. Too quiet for the idiots at the table to hear, he asked, “Giovanni, have you been introduced to Ben and Lucas properly?”
Gio took note of the careful wording. “I haven’t.”
“These cafones are friends of Franco’s. They’re already aware of who you are.”
Gio gave a single nod in response. Both were unmade men, and by the way Maximo regarded them, they would stay that way for a while.
“Enjoy some food before you get a start on your day, Skip,” Maximo said. “I have to make a couple of calls, but I’ll be back.”
Maximo wasn’t gone from the kitchen more than five seconds before Franco swiveled on his stool. Gio knew what was coming. Franco was predictable. Sickeningly so.
“Is your father getting in on the cars, or not?” Franco demanded. “Because I’m starting to get twitchy with you around my guys all the time. I thought you had your crew to handle back home. No doubt your brothers are once again picking up your slack. Just like always, they’re stupid for doing it.”
Gio wasn’t in the mood to play Franco’s game of trading snide remarks.
“First of all, nobody takes care of my shit but me. Secondly, I thought I made it clear what would happen if you insulted another man in my family.”
To make a point, Gio removed the gun he picked up from a dealer a few days earlier from the back of his pants and rested it on the table in view of anyone in the kitchen. Let Franco make of that what he wanted. Gio grabbed a knife off the table, dipping it into the butter before spreading it on his waffle. The easiest way to piss Franco off was by acting like he didn’t even matter.
“And finally,” Gio continued, sucking butter from his pinky. “I don’t talk business with a woman in earshot.”
“Kimberlynn’s not an idiot, Gio. She knows what goes on around here, and if she doesn’t she might as well learn now rather than later.”
Kim said nothing as she picked at the eggs on her plate. Gio didn’t understand how she could stand for Franco to talk like that about her, let alone say it as if she wasn’t even there.
“I didn’t say your fiancée was an idiot. Kim can’t involve herself in the discussion, and we know it. You might not mind doing it, but I think it’s downright fucking disrespectful to exclude someone from a conversation when we could avoid it altogether. The fact remains; I don’t talk business with women around.”
Franco’s gaze narrowed in on Gio. “You do realize who this home belongs to, don’t you?”
“Your father invited me in and not to talk about your schemes. Besides, I have no doubt Maximo would agree
with me.”
“I don’t—”
“Don’t what, Franco? Unless the conversation directly involves something with Kim, we don’t need to be having it while she’s here. You know it like I know it.”
Franco huffed like a pissed off bull. The fool liked to dish out his bullshit, but he didn’t like to take it back.
Gio turned in his chair, done with the chat. He took a bite of the waffle, tasting cinnamon explode in his mouth. The food was great. Even if he was pissed at Kim, she should know he appreciated her meal, so Gio added, “My apologies, Kim, the food is delicious.”
“Thank you,” Kim said quietly.
Clearly Franco wasn’t quite over being put in his place. “I’ll be happy when you’re back in your own fucking city, Gio.”
“The feeling is mutual,” Gio mumbled around another bite of waffle.
• • •
The door connecting the house to the garage opened, allowing Kim to slip in silently before she shut it just as quietly.
“What are you doing?” Kim asked.
Gio held up his lit cigarette.
“No. I mean what are you doing here.”
“Getting my car,” Gio said, cocking a brow. “I drank too much last night. I didn’t think you’d be around.”
“I didn’t have school, so Franco wanted to stay.”
“Don’t care.”
Kim flinched at his dismissal. “About last night—”
“Don’t bother,” Gio muttered, exhaling a cloud of smoke to the air. “It’s over. That’s what you want. We’re done.”
Shit. He wished he could convince his head and heart of that, too.
“I never said—”
“You didn’t have to, Kim. You couldn’t even wait until I was out of your sight before you put his fucking ring right back on your finger.”
“Stop interrupting me, Giovanni. You were awfully quick to point out to someone else when they’re insulting or being rude to me, so take a note or two from your own book.”
