GianMarco (16 page)

“You were still very young then. Your feelings have intensified over time. Unfortunately
that’s a trait that can sometimes work against us.”

“Is this how you felt with Petra?”

A muscle twitched in Nico’s jaw. “To be honest, I can’t remember. That was a very
dark time in my life and we only had such a short time together.”

“Do you still think about Jagger?”

“Every day of my life, but I know he’s better off where he is. Anyway, you should
cut Dante some slack. He’s been under a tremendous amount of stress lately with the
death of Trent, and then to find out that he wasn’t as loyal as Dante thought. We’re
all aware of how driven Dante is when it comes to Underground business. It takes
a toll on him because he neglects his needs. And when those needs aren’t met, wires
often get crossed. This is probably one of those times. So what if he has tender feelings
toward your bloodmate? This will sort itself out eventually. He’s an honorable man
who would never do anything to deliberately hurt you. Allow him to have his fantasies,
Marco. You have the reality.”

Everything Nico said made absolute sense. “I know all this, but it doesn’t stop the
way I feel. I fear that I’ll drive her away with my jealousy, but I can’t stop myself.”

“You’re going to need to get over that. I think the biggest issue here is the fact
you haven’t brought her over yet. That could be one of the reasons why you’re suffering
from these bouts of irritability. I’m sure you probably want to give her time to adjust
to the idea of being one of us but if you don’t do it soon, you’ll go into
la morte dolci
again.”

GianMarco exhaled. “You’re probably right.”

“Then what’s the hold-up?”

“She’s a little wary about leaving her children behind, and also about not being able
to give me a full commitment until her divorce comes through.”

“Well, something needs to happen quickly. Maybe you should take matters in your own
hands. Does Maggie realize the danger involved once she is brought over?”

“I explained things to her, but it won’t be like the last time. I might not have been
strong enough to protect Bianca, but I’ll be damned if I let the same thing happen
to Maggie.” GianMarco pounded his fist in his hand.

Just then, Dante came out of the building with a pale countenance. Noticing his brother’s
pallor and the splash of blood on the otherwise immaculate Armani jacket, GianMarco
asked, “What’s the matter, Dante?”

“I messed up.”

Nico furrowed his brows. “How? What are you talking about?”

“I didn’t get the information.”

“Why not?” Nico asked.

“I killed him.”

Chapter Fourteen

You must remember what I told you, Maggie. Do not forget or it may cost you your life.

Maggie woke up with a start. Her body was drenched in a cold sweat. The nightmare
had seemed so real, but all she could remember was the face of a man with dark hair
and black eyes, or were they a dark blue? She couldn’t remember. She tried hard to
recall other details of the dream but kept coming up blank.

Maggie climbed out of bed and headed downstairs to the kitchen. There was some leftover
chicken and lemon meringue pie from the dinner she had cooked earlier. She had thought
GianMarco would be home in time to share it with her, but he wasn’t back yet. As the
clock ticked away and still no word from him, she assumed he wouldn’t be back until
the next day. Maggie felt like a wife waiting for her husband to come home to her.

She was worried because he had called several times a day since he had been away,
but tonight he hadn’t. She was aware that he was with his brothers and they would
watch his back, but it didn’t stop her from thinking that maybe he was in danger.

Wherever he was, she missed him so much that she felt bereft. Sleeping alone in his
king-sized bed was lonely, and she would rather have spent the night at her own place
than in his house without him. Everything in this house reminded her of him. She pictured
him in each room and was reminded of all the spots where they’d made love.

Her old insecurities resurfaced. What if while he was away, he decided he no longer
wanted her? Maybe he was with some young hussy who didn’t weigh more than ninety-nine
pounds soaking wet. She sat down after fixing a plate and took a bite of her chicken
as she imaged what he might be up to.

“Now, why would I want some boney bimbo, when I have a real woman at home?” GianMarco’s
voice sliced through her thoughts.

Maggie jumped out of her chair. She didn’t know if she would ever get used to his
sneaking up on her this way or of him reading her mind. “GianMarco, I missed you so
much.” She wrapped her arms around his waist.

He grinned. “I’m glad to hear it. Had I known I would receive such a warm reception,
I would have come home sooner. I wanted to surprise you, which is why I didn’t call.”

“I thought you’d be here earlier.” She looked up into his eyes.

“I know,
ciccina mia.
My flight was delayed. God, I missed you.” He lowered his head to brush his lips
against hers.

“Are you hungry, because I can warm something up for you? There’s plenty of leftover
baked chicken.”

“As delectable as your cooking is, the only thing I’m hungry for is some pussy,” he
growled before burying his face against the column of her throat, inhaling her scent.
Maggie’s arms tightened around his neck as she surrendered to the wave of passion
that washed throughout her body.

The feel of his lips against her skin sent shivers down her spine. She threaded her
fingers through his thick blond hair, guiding his mouth to hers. They kissed long
and deeply, both unable to get enough of each other.

He lifted his mouth from hers with a groan. “I don’t think I’m going to make it to
the bedroom.”

“I don’t care. I need you right now!” She desperately needed to be one with him.

GianMarco held Maggie tighter, grinding his hardness against her stomach. “There’s
someone else who missed you.”

She frowned in confusion. “Who?”

He winked. “My dick.”

Maggie giggled. “I missed him, too. I think I should give him a proper greeting.”
She wiggled out of his hold just enough to lower herself to her knees. Working quickly,
she unzipped and pulled down his pants. He wasn’t wearing underwear giving her easy
access to his stiff cock. It sprang free looking, long thick and ready. She gripped
the thick shaft, and planted kisses over the velvety head.

GianMarco groaned in ecstasy. Maggie ran her tongue over the length of his cock, licking
it like it was a popsicle. She took her time, teasing and titillating him until he
began to shake. She knew he had had enough of her teasing when he buried his fingers
into her thick hair, and guided her mouth over his dick. Maggie opened wide so that
she could get as much of his cock in her mouth as possible.

He gripped her hair firmly as he gyrated his hips back and forth, gently fucking her
mouth. Maggie eagerly sucked on his large cock, enjoying the taste and texture of
him. The mere fact that she could turn him on this way made her pussy moist. She’d
never enjoyed giving fellatio as much as she did with GianMarco. She loved the feel
and taste of him in her mouth. As she sucked his member, Maggie fingered her clit,
heightening the sensation of the moment. She used her other hand to circle tightly
around his thick meat.

GianMarco moaned as he thrust his hips back and forth. “Oh, God, Maggie, your mouth
is wonderful.” She pulled back slightly, releasing his cock to gently fondle his balls.
They were huge, tight and hot to the touch. She leaned forward and ran her tongue
over the satiny sac, exploring each ball before taking one partially into her mouth.

GianMarco stopped moving. She looked up to see him gritting his teeth while his eyes
seemed to roll in the back of his head. It pleased her to know how much he enjoyed
her ministrations. Maggie increased the pressure of her mouth on his nuts. She removed
her hand from her pussy to work his cock. She released his throbbing ball from her
mouth before sliding her lips over his thickness with reckless abandon.

“Shit, Maggie! I’m going to fucking come!” His grip tightened in her hair as he resumed
thrusting in and out of her mouth.

Maggie’s eyes widened as she felt his warm semen slide down her throat. She slurped
every drop of fluid that gushed from him, savoring the tangy, sweet muskiness of his
spunk. When she finished him off, she pulled away enough to look up at him. She deliberately
bated her eyelashes at him. “How was that?” She asked though she already knew the
answer.

GianMarco groaned, hauling Maggie to her feet. “You like to tease, don’t you, woman?”
He turned her around and bent her over the kitchen table so that her breasts and palms
were pressed against the surface. He stepped out of his slacks, which had pooled around
his ankles, and kicked them aside. GianMarco lifted her nightdress and ripped her
panties away from her quivering form.

He smacked his lips. “You have no idea what a beautiful picture you present right
now. How can you not know how sexy you are?” He caressed her bottom. “This succulent
brown ass tempts me beyond endurance.” He then cupped her mound. “And this pretty
pink pussy is the most addictive thing on Earth”

His words seduced her and stoked the flames burning within her core.

GianMarco slid a couple of fingers inside of her wet slit before withdrawing them
and bringing them to his mouth. “Mmm, delicious. Do you know how good you taste, woman?”

Maggie shook her head, speechless as he reinserted his fingers inside her.

“This is how good you taste,” he whispered in her ear before placing his damp fingers
against her lips. “Open your mouth and suck my fingers. I want you experience this
too. Just like, honey.”

Maggie obediently opened her mouth and sucked on his fingers. She found that she enjoyed
the taste of herself against his skin. He removed his fingers from her mouth to put
them back into her gushing pussy. “Did you touch yourself while I was gone?” He twisted
his fingers inside her cunt.

“Yes.” She whimpered at the incredible things his fingers were doing to her.

GianMarco rammed his digits deeper. The sensual torment of his touch was almost more
than she could take.

“Did you come when you touched yourself?” he asked, shifting his hand so that his
fingers could go deeper still.

“Yes!”

“Did you think of me when you touched yourself? Did you think of me when all that
lovely cream gushed from this pretty pussy of mine? That’s right, Maggie,
my
pussy.” When she didn’t answer immediately, he asked again. “Did you?”

The velvet softness of his voice sent wave of delight flowing through her body. “Yes,
GianMarco. Please fuck me. Please. I missed your cock so much!” she begged, and attempted
to stand upright but he effortlessly pinned her to the table.

“Not yet. I think you should be punished for wasting my cream ... cream that you should
have saved for me. What do you think
, ciccina mia
?”

Maggie couldn’t have answered if her life depended on it. Before she realized what
was about to happen, he brought a palm down on the meaty part of her ass.

“Oww!” she screeched, more out of surprise than pain. The stinging in her ass faded
as he caressed the very spot he had just hit. Just as she began to relax under his
gentle hand, he smacked her on the ass again, making it jiggle. Maggie cried out with
pleasure-pain. He rubbed his hand over her heated flesh.

Maggie’s breathing became short. She never imagined that a light spanking could be
so sensual and could give so much pleasure. “More. I’ve been so bad!” She screamed
as he brought his hand down on her ass again in a rapid succession of slaps.

“This will teach you what happens when you come without me,” he said, before ramming
his cock into her ready hole. GianMarco gripped her hips as he pushed deeper into
her warmth. “I’ve missed this so much.”

“I missed it, too, GianMarco.” Maggie bucked her hips and backed her ass against him,
meeting him thrust for thrust. She felt as if she would explode from the delectable
sensation of his cock impaling her. GianMarco brought his palm down on her ass again
as he fucked her with the savage abandon of a man possessed.

“Damn, woman, this is good pussy.”

Their bodies were lost to the mindless rhythm of their lust. When Maggie reached her
peak, she nearly passed out. “Oh, God, yes!” Spots danced in front of her eyes. Holy
hell, if she had any more orgasms like this, she might die from pleasure overload.

Experiencing his own climax, GianMarco yelled out, throwing his head back, incisors
bared. He pulled out of her, after shooting his seed up her waiting channel and dropped
to his knees to fit his mouth over her pussy so that he could catch the flow of her
juices, He slurped away like a greedy child. Nothing compared with the taste of his
woman, GianMarco thought. He lifted his head just enough to sink his teeth into her
labia. The mixture of blood and her pussy juice was like nectar for the gods.

Maggie’s body heated up again as he tasted her. She purred in satisfaction as he had
his fill. GianMarco stood up, pulling her into his arms, and proceeded to carry her
to the bedroom where he planted his face firmly between her legs once again. He ate
her pussy well into the morning.

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Maggie woke up with GianMarco curved against her back. His cock was still deep inside
of her. His arms held her tightly, and his even breathing told her that he was sleeping.

She glanced at the clock.
Noon! Crap!
Oliver was going to hit the roof. She attempted to ease herself out of GianMarco’s
arms but he tightened his hold on her. “Where do you think you’re going?” One amber
eye opened lazily.

“I need to call Oliver. He’s probably wondering where I am.”

“I called him earlier, while you were sleeping. Now, quit squirming before I flip
you over and screw you until you pass out again,” he teased.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

A cocky grin appeared on his face. “More than you could possibly know. Are you ready
for me again?”

“When aren’t you horny? Let’s lay for a bit. I’m still a little sore.” She turned
in his arms to face him. Maggie traced the outline of his beautiful face with the
tips of her fingers. Her heart flooded with emotion. “I love you, GianMarco.”

He stiffened, his eyes searching her face.

“GianMarco?” she asked with uncertainty when he didn’t answer.

He responded by cupping her face in his hands and kissing her so passionately, he
took her breath away. “Is it true? Tell me that I’m not dreaming,
bellisima
.”

“You’re not dreaming. I love you. Do you ... do you love me?”

“
Eterno
,” he whispered, before kissing her again. “
Ti amo
.”

“I love when you speak Italian. It turns me on.
Ti amo
, means I love you, right?”

“
Sí,
ciccina mia
.” He stroked her face.

“What does that mean? You call me that a lot. It’s a good thing, right?”

He nuzzled her neck. “What do you think it mean?”

She grinned. “Amazing sex goddess?”

GianMarco threw his head back and let out a boisterous laugh. “While you are amazing
and a goddess, that isn’t what it means.”

“Why won’t you tell me?”

“Because it’s fun teasing you.”

She smacked him on the chest and pouted. “You’re being mean.”

He grabbed her wrist and planted a kiss on her pulse. “I apologize for laughing, but
you’re just so adorable.”

Maggie glared at him. “Yeah, yeah, but you still haven’t answered my question. I guess
I’ll just have to wait until I see your brother again to ask him. I’m sure he’ll tell
me.”

The laughter left his face. “Are you that anxious to see Dante again?” GianMarco
clutched her face in a vise-like grip. His playful demeanor vanished and his eyes
glowed.

She wasn’t sure what she’d said to set him off but she didn’t like where this was
heading. “You’re hurting me.” She pushed against him, but he wouldn’t release her
face.

“Answer me! Are you anxious to see my brother again?”

“No! Let go of me!” She slapped his hand, her eyes tearing up with pain. She didn’t
know why he’d suddenly become so angry but she didn’t like this side of him. The crazed
look in his fiery gaze reminded her of the night he’d gone into full blown
la morte dolci
. But she was certain it wasn’t that, and she refused to let him abuse her until he
figure out what the problem was.

When he finally released her, Maggie slid out of bed and dashed to the bathroom, locking
the door behind her.

“Damn!” He swore, jumping out of bed. What the hell just happened? This should have
been the happiest moment of his life. The woman he adored more than anyone in the
world had finally confessed her love for him and he had ruined it with his jealousy.
Maybe Nico was right; he would end up driving Maggie away from him if he continued
to act this way. He could hear the soft sounds of her crying behind the bathroom door.
He was an asshole and didn’t deserve her. But he couldn’t let her go. Not now. Not
ever. He’d make this right if this was the last thing he did.

GianMarco tapped on the bathroom door. “Maggie, may I come in please?”

“Give me a minute.” She sounded as if she were trying to regain her composure. He
was surprised she’d complied with him so readily. It underlined how kind her heart
was, and made him appreciate the gift he was given in the form of her. He leaned against
the wall, waiting for her to come out, agonizing over each tear she shed.

Maggie opened the door a few minutes later. Her eyes were red and puffy. Despite her
dark skin, he could see fingerprint marks forming on her jaw line. When he reached
out to touch her, she flinched away.

“
Perdonami
. I’m sorry.” GianMarco looked at his beloved with pain-filled eyes.

Maggie looked as if she would waver for a moment and allow him to hold her, but she
shook her head instead. “GianMarco, it wasn’t easy for me to pour my heart out to
you. I never thought I’d be able to love anyone again after my hellish nightmare of
a marriage. But you’re making me regret it. I’ve accepted who and what you are, but
you’ll have to grant me the same courtesy. I don’t intend to live the rest of my life
in fear of what I say to you. I don’t want to have to guard my every word, or worry
is I talk to someone you don’t approve of. There was no reason for you to fly off
the handle like that when I mentioned your brother. I only brought him up because
he’s the only other person I know who speaks Italian. But you made it seem like something
sordid and dirty.”

She took a deep breath. “And while we’re on the topic of your insane jealousy, the
other week when I asked you how Dante was doing, instead of answering the question
you got all Alpha male on me. You threw me on the floor, ripped my clothes to shreds,
and you were rougher than usual. I didn’t mind at the time, but the more I think about
it, I don’t appreciate you treating me like a whore who doesn’t know her own mind.
At first, your jealousy was sort of cute, but now, it’s sort of scary. We have to
take a break from each other. I need some time to think.” She spoke with such sadness
that it caused him to ache.

GianMarco’s heart plummeted. He couldn’t let her go. He needed her more than he needed
air to breathe. He pulled her into his arms and started raining kisses on her face.
“No, don’t leave me,
bella
. Stay with me. We can work this out. I can’t live without you.” He crushed her mouth
with his

Maggie pushed against his chest trying to twist her head away, but GianMarco was desperate
to convince her to stay. He wasn’t about to give up on the woman he would gladly lay
down his life for. As his tongue invaded her mouth, he sensed her softening toward
him. Only when she fully returned his kiss with a savage hunger that equaled his,
did he lift his head.

“Now tell me that you want to leave me.” His gaze locked with her soulful brown eyes.

Maggie broke out into tears.

“Baby, don’t cry. Please. I don’t want you to be unhappy.”

“You make me very happy, GianMarco, but you also make me sad when you treat me as
if I can’t be trusted. I’m not your possession, and I don’t want to constantly walk
on eggshells around you. Your possessiveness doesn’t bother me when we’re making love,
but when you carry it into our lives, it’s a problem. I’m not saying that we should
break up permanently but I have to get away for a few days.” Maggie sniffed.

“I was already away for nearly a week. I can’t bear to be away from you for a few
more days. Be reasonable, Maggie.”

“No. I’ve made up my mind. Don’t make this harder on me than it has to be.”

“Don’t you understand? I’m in physical pain when you’re not near me. When I was away,
I was in pure hell. When will you be mine? I mean really and truly mine?” he asked
in despair.

Maggie turned away from him, nibbling on her lower lip. “You want me to bring me over
but I’m still waiting for my divorce to go through, and I have to talk to my kids.”

“And how much longer do I have to wait?”

“Not much longer. Look, I’m going back to my apartment. Can I have the rest of the
week off?”

He didn’t want to make it easy for her to leave him. “What for?”

“I already told you. I need to get away for a few days.”

“Where to?”

“Stop it! You don’t own me, so stop acting like you do.”

He could feel her inner turmoil and his heart twisted. “Fine. Take as much time off
from work as you need.”

“GianMarco, I’m not doing this to hurt you, but even you have to admit, you got a
little scary on me. Is it a wonder that I want a little time apart?”

GianMarco sighed with frustration. “Duly noted. When will you be back?”

“In three or four days, I guess.”

GianMarco touched her cheek. “Three days and no more. If you’re not back by then,
I’ll fine you and bring you back kicking and screaming if I must.”

Maggie nodded with her eyes still glistening with tears. “I don’t doubt it.”

GianMarco wrapped his arms around her, and held her tight. She was his full-figured
goddess. He would do whatever it took to make her his forever.