Page 96 of The Mad Don
“How was your day?” he asks.
It’s been a year, and I’m still not used to it. A day with no one to guard. No gun at my ribs, no punches thrown or taken. The first weeks of it nearly drove me mad. Then I started on the garden and then the kitchen, and now, my days are dirt under my nails and bread proofing on the counter. Christov coming home from training with Kirill, complaining about his shoulders. Lucia at the table with college brochures spread everywhere, asking me to teach her to defend herself before she goes.
So, I teach her. And I cook. And I grow things. It was strange, and it’s still strange, but Kirill says I need to understand freedom, and I don’t mind it. It’s just strange.
“I like staying home,” I reply.
He pouts. “But do you not miss me?”
I look at his face — the performed wounded look, the eyes underneath it that aren’t performing at all.
“Yes,” I say. “I do. A lot.”
Giovanni’s gaze darkens with that possessive hunger that still makes my heart stutter and my core clench after an entire year together. He leans in, lips brushing the shell of my ear.
“Show me,” he whispers, the words rough with want.
Lust floods through me; it’s that deep, terrifying safety I’ve learned to trust. I kiss him desperately, pouring every unsaid feeling into it. My fingers fly down his shirt, popping buttons until I can push the fabric off his shoulders. I kiss his bare shoulder then drag my tongue slowly across his collarbone, tasting the faint salt of his skin. I flick my tongue over one flat nipple, circling it before sucking it into my mouth. He groans, the sound vibrating against my lips and sending sparks straight between my legs.
His hand grips the back of my neck, and then his tongue is plunging into my mouth. I moan into the kiss, my hand sliding down to stroke the thick, hard outline of his cock through his pants. He’s rock-hard and throbbing for me. I tug the zipper down eagerly and free him. His heavy cock springs out, and it’s leaking at the tip. I wrap my fingers around the hot length and stroke him firmly, loving how he pulses and leaks pre-cum over my hand.
“Lupa,” he whispers against my lips. “You really miss me, huh?”
“Shut up,” I breathe, smiling into another messy kiss as I shove his pants lower.
He yanks my t-shirt over my head and pulls my bra down roughly, freeing my breasts. His mouth attacks them immediately. He is ravenous. He sucks one nipple deep into his mouth, tongue lashing and swirling around the peak while his hand kneads and pinches the other. Pleasure dances through me as I cry out softly, arching my back, pushing more of my breast into his hungry mouth. Sweat is already beading on my skin from the intensity.
He switches sides, sucking harder, teeth grazing just enough to make me whimper. His tongue is followed by tight suction that leaves my nipples swollen, glistening, and aching. I’m soaked between my thighs, dripping with need.
He rubs the swollen, leaking head of his thick cock against my slick entrance, teasing my folds, coating himself in my wetness. I moan loudly, hips rocking desperately against him.
“Put it in, Giovanni,” I beg, voice shaking.
He smiles against my mouth, eyes dark with love and lust. “Say please.”
I look up at him, heart full and body burning. “Please.”
He pushes inside me in a deep thrust.
The stretch is exquisite in every inch of me. I gasp sharply, hugging him tight as he bottoms out. He feels so big, so perfect inside me. He starts thrusting, making my breasts bounce, and the desk creaks beneath us.
“Giovanni—” I cry out, the name torn from my throat.
“You like that,Lupa?” he groans, voice strained.
“It’s so good,” I moan, tears of overwhelming pleasure stinging my eyes. “So fucking good, Giovanni — oh god —”
He kisses and bites at my ear, tongue tracing the shell as he holds my back and drives into me harder. The desk shakes violently with every thrust. Sweat covers our skin where we’re pressed together, his chest sliding against my breasts, our bodies growing hotter and slicker. I’m flushed red, crying out with every deep plunge, trying and failing to contain my moans.
“Baby,” I whimper, voice breaking, “I’m so close?—”
“Me too,” he growls. He licks into my ear and whispers, “I love you so much.”
The words send me crashing over the edge. My orgasm rips through me violently. My pussy walls are clenching and pulsing hard around his thick cock as I cry out his name again and again. Wave after wave of blinding pleasure floods me. He follows with a deep groan, burying himself to the tip of his balls and spilling hot cum deep inside me. We stay locked together, panting, sweating, and trembling. He kisses my mouth softly, licking gently at my swollen lips like he can’t stop tasting me. Then he rests his forehead against mine.
“Let’s go out tonight,” he murmurs, his voice husky. “I have somewhere I want to take you.”
Still breathless, I smile and lower my hands to cup his balls, rubbing and massaging them gently. I feel his cock twitch and harden again inside me almost instantly.
