Destino (21 page)

Another flurry of deep powerful strokes drove him to the brink. He licked his lips. He felt parched. This vixen, this lovely chocolate temptress, was draining him dry. The more he gave the more she took. Giovanni reached under her, covering her back with his chest, he pinched her bud and pumped hard and fast in her channel. She cried out, with her face lifting from the pillow.

Mira collapsed flat on the bed. She squeezed her thighs tight in response to the orgasmic pull he was certain was the cause for the way she trembled below and begged for mercy.

“Yes. Yes. Yes!” she wailed. “Oh yes,” she exclaimed.

To his surprise, she flipped to her back and scooted out of his reach to the headboard and pillows. Unwilling to let her go, he pulled her back to him. “We aren’t done.” Putting her left leg over his shoulder he pushed her thigh back into her chest as he positioned himself. Re-entry was twice as sweet. It was as if their union was destined. He slid his way into her. Her eyelids half open and heavy from sexual exhaustion, she moaned softly upon his re-entry. Pulling half way out and then pushing all the way in, Giovanni closed his eyes, overcome by warmth and heat. He struggled to stay in control as he felt his body stiffen with a desperate need to possess her. Pinning her leg down he kept with his passionate thrusts, promising to go with more care the next time. He was wound so tight he needed her desperately for his own release.

She understood. Pushing him she forced him to not break their sexy rhythm but to roll. He understood and complied bringing her on top. She arched her back sliding down on him again. He held her by her right hip tightly. She threw her head back and put down a powerful up and down bounce on his cock that had tension exploding from his groin and cock.

“Fuck!” he wheezed. Placing both her hands against his chest, she rocked back and forth driving him to the breaking point. Giovanni’s hips bucked two more times before all was unleashed, and hot semen filled the reservoir of his condom. Feeling his chest muscles tighten and his nails dig into her hips, he kept up the rhythmic roll of his hips, and she continued to pump her hips to control him. Together they exploded and crashed into a sexed out daze.

The woman lying next to him stirred. Giovanni’s head turned. She drifted to sleep soon after their love session. An hour of staring at the ceiling trying to figure out all that had transpired between them had left him restless. He rolled to his side. There were few things in the world he needed as opposed to wanted. And nothing in this world was denied him. Giovanni decided. He would have her, for as long as this feeling lasted. The problem for him remained consistent. He wasn’t sure what these feelings she stirred within him were?

With his head propped in his hand, he studied the sleeping beauty. The thick mane of curls that bounced on her shoulders when she walked had become a bit tangled and frizzy. Hair covered the side of her face. He smoothed away the tresses to reveal her delicate features.

Mira opened her eyes in response to his touch. “Hi,” she said softly.

“I woke you.”

“It’s okay. What time is it?” she squinted at him.

Giovanni looked at his watch. “A little after three.”

A frown dawned her face. “Oh, I should go to my room.”

“This is your room. You will stay with me here.”

She opened her mouth to object, and he silenced her with a kiss. Like the sexy attentive lover he’d found so addictive, she slipped her tongue into his mouth and overwhelmed him. The kiss came to a natural end. She snuggled up against him, and he cradled the side of her face with his hand. “It’s settled.”

He kissed her nose and then her brow.

Mira stroked his hip. Her hand ran slowly down his thigh. “If you insist.”

“I do.”

“I was thinking about you, while I slept,” she teased.

Both of his eyebrows lowered. “I’m in your dreams?”

“Yes. Question after question kept surfacing in my head. One kept repeating over and over. It’s how I am, I have to over analyze everything.” She gave him a bashful smile. “Even things that feel good.”

“Now I’m curious,” he said, trying to roll her over and get between her warm thighs once more.

“Wait.” She stopped him. “Don’t you want to know what it is?”

“Mmm?”

“It’s the question that Fabiana struggled with asking. The one that you evaded.”

“I didn’t evade. I answered her.”

“Then answer me now. Who are you?”

“Who am I?” he laughed. “I thought you and I covered this one.”

Mira laughed as well. “No. I want to know, what is it that you do exactly?”

He kissed her lips softly. His face lifted with a boyish smile so wide and pure. How could she think he could be part of something nefarious? In this moment his handsome features almost made him angelic. Still she wanted to know about him. The hard demeanor, the power he exuded among men, the tattoos on his arms and back. “Are you the leader of a Mafia family? What does that mean? Being a Don?”

“What do you think it means?”

“Don’t do that.”

“What?”

“Answer a question with a question. I know you aren’t a drug dealer. I’m asking about organized crime. Are you really some sort of Mafia king or something?”

Giovanni withdrew from her. “Or something,” he mumbled.

Mira turned to her side. “You were going to be a lawyer. You studied in America. Why didn’t you finish that dream?”

“It was just a dream, and dreams aren’t meant to be finished. Plus that was my mother’s wish, not mine.” He said dryly. “I told you my father needed me. As did my family. So that dream is over.”

“That’s not true, I dreamt all my life to—”

“To what? Be a dress maker?” he laughed at her. “Some dream. Making rags for spoiled pampered brats!” he spat.

Mira flinched. She sat upright. “That was uncalled for! How dare you talk to me like that?” she said angrily turning to get out of bed.

He reached gripping her arm forcefully, pulling her back to him. “I’m sorry.”

“Let go!” she shouted, trying to push him away.

Giovanni overpowered her, pinning her to the bed. “I said I’m sorry!” he said in her face. “The fight is over.”

She stopped struggling underneath him.

He sighed. “I overreacted. Let’s not make a big deal out of it.”

“Is that how you respond when you’re asked a question you don’t like?”

“No, no…I was wrong. Let’s start over. I shouldn’t have insulted you. We cannot discuss my business. It’s not something that you and I will ever discuss.”

“You’re right, because there is no us. Now will you please let me go so I can return to my room?”

“Shit.”

“NOW!” she refused to be swayed.

Giovanni released her. He fell over to his back blowing out a frustrated breath. Mira rose from the bed. She hurried to gather her robe and cover herself. She could barely stand on her feet without swaying. Her legs and back ached from the acrobatics performed in his bed. She needed a tub packed with ice for relief.

“So this is what you do? You run because we disagree?” He glared after her.

“No. Watch me walk away, and not look back.”

“Wait.”

“Screw you, Giovanni.”

“Bella!” He shouted in a deep authoritative voice that stopped her cold. She glanced back at him almost in fear from the hard tone he used. But he didn’t seem to be threatening her. He looked more pained than anything else.

Giovanni put his hand to his forehead and rested his elbow against his raised knee. “My mother was a sad complicated woman. She lost a lot of her happiness at a young age and gave up her family to be with my father. She wasn’t Sicilian. Do you understand?”

“No.”

“She asked for very little from my father, only the best for her children. She wanted me to be a lawyer. It was her dream. I wanted to be my father; that was my dream. Those two dreams could not exist in one man. So the time came for me to make a choice.” He extended his arms. “This is my choice. My
famiglia
, is my choice. My business is a lot of things. And most of these things are within and beyond the law. None of it has anything to do with you and me.”

Masterful persuasion seemed to be his style, but when he spoke to her she couldn’t help but recognize his sincerity. “Your life sounds complicated.”

“It’s extremely complicated, Bella; my existence is rooted in contradictions and complications. Do you know what is not complicated? Us. This that we share. Passion. I make you feel good? Don’t I? You make me feel more of a man than anyone outside of those doors.”

“Because of the sex.”

“Because of your fire.” He smirked.

Mira rolled her eyes. Still, she couldn’t help smiling.

“We have a friendship, right? No strings. No need to attach meaning to what I do, if we are just enjoying each other. You appearing from nowhere reminds me of why I should not let complications get the better of me. If I do, I will miss some of the sweetness of life.”

The harsh uneven rhythm of her breathing thinned. The man spoke like a poet and with his accent she weakened. Her thoughts became muddled, and she couldn’t remember in that moment why they argued.

“I say what I mean, without a filter, Bella.”

“I see.”

“With you, I will be more cautious,” he said sincerely.

Her memories of their shared passion were pure and clear, at the front of her mind. It made his apology sweeter. The man didn’t really owe her any further explanation than the one he gave. She stared at him and wondered so many things. What did the tattoos on his body mean? What made him so angry and gentle all at once? What woman had his heart and how could she ever compete. He raised his hand to her.

“Veini qui. Abbracciami.”

“Translation?” she asked softly.

“Come here, hold me.” A mischievous, sly, smile tipped the corner of his mouth upward. As if the denial of his request was not an option. Mira wanted to yield to the burning sweetness that made her his captive. Her feet moved under his command. She shed her robe and crawled back over the large bed to him. “I think I like complicated,” she said.

“And I think I know what else you like.” he rolled her under him and her lungs dragged in deep breaths. He drew her to the edge of the bed and stood. She again was confronted with the angry long erection she longed to possess. Giovanni would oblige. His large hands smoothed over her skin and down her thighs before he spread her legs and lowered to his knees before her. She stared down the line of her body at him.

“Let me apologize properly.”

Lust pushed him straight into full-on arousal. A deep groan escaped his throat as he thrust his tongue deeply into her core and his hands clenched the soft lush curves of her firm ass. Her body undulated in response and her mound pressed upon his face. If he could smile he would.
Damn.
He could dine here for breakfast, lunch, and dinner every day.

He sensed the awakening flames within her. He fucked her with his tongue, sucked and nibbled on her clitoris until she thrashed and pounded her small fists against the mattress for release, and release she did. Lapping with repeated flicks of his tongue, he enjoyed her torment.

She sat up in the bed and squeezed her thighs tightly shut while she shook hard through her climax. Giovanni peered up at her, still on his knees. He rose, lifting her legs and cinching them around his waist. Their eyes met. He found her wide gaze, full of appreciation for what they now shared. It made him more confident. He liked the way he saw himself in her eyes. He could believe himself worthy with this woman.

Intent on full possession, he drove his cock into her. He tossed his hips side-to-side to sink deeper. “So good,” he groaned. “More,” he said. “I like how tight you keep it for me, how you move your ass. Like this. Yes.” He said thrusting in and out of her. She bucked her pelvis when he thrust deeper and he speared her with a hard glance. Though she moved the way he desired, he felt a sharp pang of jealousy that she would know so much of his needs. How many other men had known her sweet body? Who were the motherfuckers that came before him? He wanted names and address so he could send his men in to take care of the competition permanently.

“Don’t stop,” she moaned. Giovanni had slowed his passionate thrusts. He fell back over her and started to fuck her on the edge of the bed. A shiver racked her body and he knew she was close. Knowing his weight was making her breathless, he tried to lessen his passionate thrusts, but he soon slipped beyond control. Spiraling toward his own orgasmic ending that nearly made him weep like an infant.

Chapter Six

“What’s that on your neck?” Fabiana asked.

Mira’s hand instinctively covered the spot in question. She pulled the collar of her shirt over to hide the reddish-purple bruise.

“Oh shit! Is that a hickey?”

“What? No.” Mira chuckled. She found several love bites that morning when she showered. A few bruised patches of skin also peppered her breasts, abdomen, and between her thighs. The man had a habit of biting, sucking, and licking every inch of her. “You know I bruise easily. I was showering a bit too hard this morning.”