GIOVANNI
I take in the fear in her eyes and it stings. Same eyes that had looked at me with so much warmth but all that is good now. Like I knew it would when I told her who I was.
"Look," I raise both hands up, "I'm not sure if they are after you or me. If they are after you, then you're in trouble and I can help. If they are after me, well, they know how to get to me now, don't they?" I ask with guilt churning in my stomach.
This was why we did not associate with innocent people because they could get hurt.
"Me? They could come for me either way," Alessia's eyes widened with fear, and I could see her hand shaking even though she had tightened them into a fist.
The wind blew and the strands of hair that had loosened when I saved her, fluttered in the wind. Carrying her sweet smell. Fuck! I can't believe I got hard just by pressing close to her. I was trying to save her for God's sake and not fuck her while we were being shot at.
"Boss, we got to go now," Vittorio cautioned, "the cleaning crew will be here soon and the police behind them,"
Shit. This wasn't my territory and I have no control of the cops here.
"Look, Bella your time is up," I stalk towards her purposely and move to place my hands on her and raise her to my shoulder.
Then her leg came up so fast that I wouldn't have seen her if not for the headlight Vittorio had turned on.
"Damn Bella, were you trying to unman me?" I ask with her leg in my hand.
She just tried to kick me in the balls! Ah! I knew I was attracted to her for the right reasons. She certainly wasn't a pushover.
"I'm not going anywhere with you Giovanni," she says stubbornly raising her chin.
"Yes, you are," I growl and flip her over my shoulder. I adjusted her and placed my hand under her thigh to support her.
"Let me Giovanni," she says, hitting my back.
I growl and give her an open-handed slap on her ass. She freezes and I smile.
"Did you just spank me?" She roars.
I chuckle open the car door to the back seat and bend. I placed her inside and grabbed her chin.
"Brats get spanked Bella," I say with ease then kiss her lips smartly.
"How dare you?" She growls at me, looking fierce and sexy.
I slide into the car and settle into my seat. "Let's go, Vittorio," I command, closing the door firmly behind me.
Alessia sits beside me, her expression tight with anger, shooting icy glares my way. If looks could kill, I'd be six feet under.
"Have you spoken to Lucia?" I inquire, trying to ease the tension.
"Yeah," Vittorio responds, his focus on the road ahead.
After a while, Alessia's demeanor softens, and she turns to me. "Can we stop at my place to grab some necessities?" she requests, her eyes pleading.
Despite the potential danger awaiting us, I can't bring myself to refuse her. I check my Glock, ensuring I have enough ammo.
"Tell Vittorio your address," I instruct, meeting Vittorio's gaze in the rearview mirror and nodding at him.
"Thank you, Giovanni," Alessia says gratefully, quickly relaying her address to Vittorio.
As we drive, I stare into the darkness outside, ignoring the distance Alessia puts between us. It stings to remember how she sought comfort and safety in my arms earlier, only to now keep her distance.
I clench my fist, the ache of rejection gnawing at me. I anticipated this reaction, but it doesn't make it hurt any less.
When we reach Alessia's street, Vittorio slows to a stop.
"I'll take a look around," he announces before exiting the car.
After a few minutes, Vittorio returns and raps on my window. I roll it down, eager for his report.
"It's clear," Vittorio declares.
"Alright." I tuck the Glock into my waistband and turn to Alessia. "Come on, Bella. Let's go get your things."
She hesitates for a moment before finally sliding her hand into mine. Together, we hurry into her house, seeking refuge from the danger lurking outside. Vittorio stands guard at the front door, ever vigilant.
"This way," Alessia directs, leading me through the familiar corridors of her home.
We reach her room, and she switches on the light. Turning to me, she gasps in concern.
"You're still bleeding," she points out, her eyes fixed on the wound on my arm.
"Huh," I grunt in acknowledgment.
"Take off your shirt. I'll go grab the first aid kit," she orders before disappearing into the bathroom.
I comply, shedding my shirt and carefully placing it on the floor to avoid staining her pristine sheets. When Alessia returns with the first aid kit, she wastes no time in getting to work.
Dousing a piece of cotton wool in spirit, she approaches me cautiously. Her gaze lingers on my chest and hardened muscles, igniting a silent groan within me. The intensity of her scrutiny is like a flame, searing through me.
"Bella," I growl in warning, snapping her out of her trance.
"Oh," she blinks, momentarily lost in thought, before focusing on the cotton wool in her hand.
"The wound. You were going to clean it," I remind her, breaking the momentary silence.
"Yes, of course," she nods, turning my hand over. "This is going to sting."
With a steady hand, she begins to clean the wound, her touch both gentle and firm.
As Alessia tends to my wound, her gaze repeatedly drifts to my chest, a flicker of desire evident in her eyes each time.
"There, all done," she announces triumphantly after finishing bandaging my hand.
I smile, feeling a surge of longing as I reach for her, mirroring her own movement.
Our lips collide in a fierce, passionate kiss, igniting a hunger within me. The sweet sound of her moans fills the air, like a melody to my ears.
"Ah, Bella," I groan, trailing kisses along her jawline and down to her neck.
With her body pressed against mine, she rubs against my hardened arousal, emitting soft whimpering sounds of pleasure. I slip my hand under her blouse, eagerly cupping her breast and eliciting tremors of sensitivity from her. Her neck beckons to me, and I eagerly return to her tempting lips, indulging in their taste. With a deft maneuver, I shift us until she's lying on the bed, me between her legs.
Damn, she's stunning.
I release the band holding her hair in place, letting it cascade over the sheets in a silky wave of black. Her luscious locks beg to be touched.
Moving back slightly, I gently guide her to the edge of the bed, her legs dangling off the edge.
"Gio," she whispers, her voice like a seductive melody.
"Shh, Bella. Vittorio is just outside," I reassure her with a smile, my knee resting between her legs.
I part her legs and press soft, lingering kisses along her warm, velvety thighs, gradually making my way towards her center. With a gentle tug, I pull down her thong, then lift her skirt to reveal my prize.
Damn! She's bare and dripping wet, her arousal glistening invitingly.
Moving closer, I inhale her intoxicating scent, confirming my suspicions that a new addiction has been unlocked.
"Please, Gio," she pleads, her voice thick with desire.
I pepper her mound and inner thighs with kisses, teasing and tantalizing her with every touch. Then, I place my tongue at her entrance, tracing a slow, deliberate path from bottom to top. She arches off the bed with a mixture of whimper and moan, her body responding eagerly to my ministrations.
Placing both hands beneath her, I anchor her in place, ensuring she stays exactly where I want her as I continue to feast on her.
My pace varies from slow and deliberate to hard and fast, eliciting an unrestrained grip on my hair as she loses herself in ecstasy. Forgetting all about Vittorio outside, she screams in pleasure, her thighs clutching me tightly as she rides the waves of her climax.
Finally, I focus my attention on her pulsing bud, suckling gently until she shatters, her thighs quivering around me as my name spills from her lips in a breathless scream.
"Gio!" she cries out, her release washing over her.
As she gradually comes down from her peak, I trail kisses along her trembling body until I reach her lips. She wraps her arms around my shoulders, holding me close.
"Beautiful, Bella. You're simply beautiful," I whisper, my admiration for her evident in every word.