Page 49 of Because I Need You
“I need to know.” He breathed out, I breathed it in. His eyes flared again. “What were you doing? Were you fucking him? Just tell me.”
“For what? So that you can judge me or tell me he’s a clown or not good for me or whatever else?” I swallowed, lifting my chin. “No, we weren’t fucking. I was breaking up with him.”
“Jesus fucking Christ. This woman.” He breathed out, as if a heavy weight had been lifted off his shoulders and pushed off the wall again and turned around to pace the other way.
He looked like an animal that had been caged too long. Like one of those panthers in a zoo exhibit that pace while you watch them, daring you to try something stupid so they could ravish you. When he turned around and looked at me again, he didn’t look any less pissed off, but there was a new heat in his eyes, and I braced myself for it because I knew I’d certainly be his next meal. He didn’t even give me time to process what was happening. He put his hand around my throat and squeezed as he pulled me into him, his mouth crashing into mine hard, punishing, ruthless. I moaned deeply as his hands moving up to my jaw and squeezing my cheeks tight so that I have no choice but to open my mouth and let his tongue inside. There was nothing soft about this man. Not his body, not the way he looked at me, not the way he kissed me, and though we hadn’t yet, I was certain, not the way he fucked. I realized I liked it that way. I needed it that way. Maybe it was what I’d been missing all those months I’d spent with William.
Giovanni used his tongue thoroughly, as if he’s erasing any other kiss from any other person who’s ever touched my lips. That’s what makes me moan against him. That’s what sets me into a frenzy, taking off his jacket and unbuttoning his shirt. It was tucked in, and I couldn’t seem to get it out of his pants fast enough, so I sank my hands in it instead and planted my palms on every single muscle on his torso. He growled against my mouth, letting go of my face, my throat, as his lips pulled away from mine and he dragged them down my chin, down my throat. He ripped my shirt open easily, the buttons flying all over the marble floor, then he worked on my bra, and lowered his face to my breasts, breathing, not licking, not touching, just breathing against the middle of my chest.
“Fuck,” he groaned, as if he was trying not to do more, as if he was trying to hold himself back. I ripped the buttons of his shirt and he pulled away, searching my eyes. “If we do this, there’s no going back.”
He waited a beat after he said those words, letting them sink in. My brain was mush, my body burning with how turned on I was. I would have agreed to anything in that moment, and he seemed to know this. He waited and waited as he watched me. I moved against him, but he held me in place.
I let out a harsh breath. “Okay. Whatever you say.”
“No.” His eyes were hard on mine. “Not ‘whatever I say.’ If we do this, there’s not going back. There’s no volleying between me and that fuck face. If we do this, you’re agreeing to being mine.”
My heart thundered in my ears, eyes nearly falling shut at the thought of that. Being his. Why’d that sound so good? So dirty? So dangerous. I’d been with petty criminals when I was a teenager, kids I used to kiss in alleyways on our way to and from corner store. Nothing more, though. Not actual relationships. This felt bigger than that, and Giovanni wasn’t just a petty criminal. He wasn’t slinging drugs on the streets. I wasn’t even sure exactly what it was he was involved with, outside of the clubs, but I knew it was something I wouldn’t like. He leaned in, taking my bottom lip in his mouth and sucking hard, letting it go slowly, with a bite. I groaned loudly, heart pounding so hard it hurt.
“Yes. Just do something. Please,” I panted, finally, pushing myself against him, lowering my hand to touch him over his pants. I groaned at the feel of him and tilted my head back. “God. Please, please do something.”
He made a sound like he had no choice but to do something just before his mouth closed around my left nipple. I gasped, my head rolling from side to side as he gave the same attention to the other. He nipped my breasts and licked his way down my stomach as he knelt in front of me, unzipping my pencil skirt and bringing it down. When he saw my black lace panties, he inhaled sharply and looked at me again.
