GianMarco (19 page)

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Later, after bathing together in the hot tub of bubbles, GianMarco laid a trembling
Maggie on the bed. “Are you ready, baby?”

Maggie nodded her head. Her heart beat rapidly. GianMarco bared his incisors and shifted
his hand. With one sharp nail, he slit his skin along his collarbone.

His blood dripped down his chest. He lowered himself on top of her. “Do you remember
what you must do?”

“Yes.”

“Don’t be frightened. It’ll only take a few minutes. You may feel a little weak afterward,
but you’ll feel better in a few hours, I promise. Do you trust me, Maggie?” His amber
eyes glowed.

She nodded her head again, too nervous to speak. He sank his teeth into her carotid
artery. Maggie squeezed her eyes shut as she followed the instructions he had given
her earlier. She knew she would have to drink his blood as he did the same to her.
The blood exchange as he called it. Just a taste of vampire blood was not enough.
A link needed to be established, blood for blood, and lots of it. In a few minutes,
she would no longer be Maggie, the human, but Maggie, the vampire.

Chapter Seventeen

Maggie was no longer human. A week had passed since the change, and she was still
adjusting. Her vision was so sharp she could make out details of a bee on a flower
several feet away. She could hear a pin drop in a noisy room. There were things that
confused her, however. She thought she would be able to read minds, and do all the
other cool things GianMarco could do, but GianMarco reminded her that a lot of vampire
traits were gradually acquired with age.

She felt a little stronger, but she wouldn’t be lifting cars anytime soon. The only
things that really changed were her heightened senses and her insatiable need for
blood and cock. Maggie had nearly screamed when she had seen herself in the mirror
with her new teeth and glowing brown eyes. It would take some getting used to, but
with GianMarco by her side she knew she would make it through anything.

Maggie tapped her foot impatiently as she looked at her watch again. Eugene was late!
“What if he doesn’t show up?” Maggie frowned at GianMarco.

“He’ll show up,” GianMarco assured her, squeezing her against him.

Maggie glanced at her watch again. Their plane for Santo Domingo was supposed to leave
in twenty minutes. If Eugene didn’t show up, he could forget about GianMarco hunting
him down, because Maggie intended to find him herself and kick his sorry ass all the
way to Timbuktu.

She felt hot all of a sudden. “Are you okay, baby?” GianMarco asked with concern,
wrinkling his forehead.

“I just feel a little warm. Is it hot in here or is it me?”

“I’ll get you some ice. It’s been a while, but I remember when Bianca was pregnant,
she would get hot flashes every now and then. She always felt better when she had
something cool to drink, and when we could get it, she liked to chomp on ice. I’ll
be back in a flash.”

“Thank you, baby. You’re so good to me.”

“You’re easy to be good to.” He kissed her cheek before leaving to get ice.

GianMarco had not been gone for a full minute before Eugene appeared with a petulant-looking
Shelly in tow. Maggie stood up with a smile. She knew she looked good. Her hair was
pulled back into a tight, sophisticated-looking bun, her makeup was expertly done,
and she wore a black designer suit. The red top she sported beneath the suit jacket
dipped dangerously, revealing a generous amount of cleavage. Her skirt rested a few
inches above her knees, showing off her curvy legs. Maggie would never be slender,
but was comfortable in her skin and had embraced her curves and own unique brand of
beauty.

Eugene seemed surprised by the picture Maggie presented. Gone was the frumpy housewife
he had left. Before him was a new woman.

“Hello, Margaret. How have you been?” he asked formally.

She answered without missing a beat. “I’ve been sexy.”

Eugene’s eyes widened in surprise, as if he was unable to believe she was actually
Maggie. The Maggie he knew would never have had the balls to say something like that.
“Umm ... you look sexy,” he answered truthfully.

“I know.” Maggie smiled at him before turning to Shelly. “How are you today, Shelly?”

“Fine,” Shelly muttered through tight lips. She was obviously not pleased with this
exchange.

“Well, they should be calling our flight for boarding any minute now,” Eugene blurted
out. Something appeared to be on his mind. Maggie hadn’t been married to him for twenty-three
years without learning a few things.

“Is everything okay?”

“This guy you’re with ... is he ... is he putting you up to this? Are you safe?”

Eugene’s question made no sense but then again, what he thought was no longer her
concern. “Of course not. I’m ecstatic we’ll finally get this divorce business out
of the way.”

“But I thought you had a lawyer handling your affairs now. I don’t see why you wanted
to rush things.”

“My lawyer was paid for his time. As for you and me, we’ve been separated for months,
Eugene. Besides, it wouldn’t have come to this had you filed the papers like you said
you would. This has been a long time coming. And as you pointed out before, you weren’t
happy. Truthfully, I wasn’t either. This is for the best.”

Maggie patted his shoulder as if he were a child. It was funny because not so long
ago, she had played this scene in her head. She hadn’t quite pictured herself being
the strong one while Eugene looked unsure of himself. Maggie looked at her soon-to-be
ex-husband with new eyes.

Eugene was a bit on the short side, standing just less than five feet six inches.
He was not a handsome man, but his dark face held a devilish charm that made women
give him a second look. Maggie could honestly say that she now felt nothing for this
man she had once cared so deeply about. She was grateful to Eugene for giving her
two beautiful children, but she had no feelings for him beyond that. Well, that wasn’t
completely true. She felt pity for him. It was obvious he and Shelly were having problems.
Whatever happened, she didn’t wish him a miserable existence.

Just as their flight was called for boarding, GianMarco appeared with a cup of ice.
“Here you go,
belissima
.”

“Thank you, sweetie. I believe you’ve met Eugene and his fiancée.”

“Yes.” GianMarco glared at Eugene.

Eugene looked as if he was about to faint. This was going to be one hell of a trip.

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“I love you, Maggie Grimaldi.” GianMarco cradled her in his arms. Maggie and Eugene’s
divorce had only taken a couple of days, and on the same day the judge granted her
divorce, Maggie and GianMarco exchanged wedding vows, with Eugene and Shelly as witnesses.
Shelly had looked on, tight-lipped and annoyed, while Eugene looked as if he would
rather be anywhere else but watching his ex-wife remarry. After the wedding, there
had been an ugly scene.

Shelly had demanded that Eugene marry her as GianMarco had married Maggie, but Eugene,
being his usual evasive self, gave the excuse of wanting his mother at the wedding.
At the mention of Eugene’s mother, Maggie felt genuinely sorry for Shelly. She would
be in for it when Eugene’s mother was thrown into the mix. Even though Shelly was
the beautiful, accomplished, and poised woman that Eugene’s mother claimed Maggie
wasn’t, she had a sneaking suspicion that Mrs. Williams would have found fault with
any woman Eugene bought home.

A huge shouting match ensued, and Maggie and GianMarco wisely decided to leave. They
might have been vampires, able to handle themselves in most situations, but even vampires
knew when to get the hell out of Dodge. If those two actually did end up marrying
each other, it was going to be a bumpy road.

The hotel in Santo Domingo where they stayed was gorgeous. They had a view of the
clear, blue ocean in the middle of a tropical paradise. However, they were not paying
attention to the surroundings, only each other.

“I love you, too,” Maggie whispered, with tears in her eyes, touching her beloved
GianMarco’s face. Her heart swelled with love. She spread her legs apart, allowing
his cock entrance as it nudged against her wetness. “Mmm.” She moaned in satisfaction
as he buried his rod deep within her.

As he moved gently, they kissed and hugged. GianMarco was so tender, Maggie cried
at the beauty of the moment. “Those are tears of joy, I hope.” He kissed her softly
on the cheek, still moving within her.

“Yes. I never knew love could feel like this.”

“I know,
bellisima.
You cannot know how it makes me feel to be inside of you right now, knowing my son
grows within your womb.”

Maggie had never felt closer to anyone in her life. As his cock stretched the throbbing
walls of her pussy, Maggie bared her incisors, hungry for the taste of the man she
loved. She sank her teeth into his chest, savoring the taste of the sweet, sticky
goodness that filled her mouth. GianMarco cried out in ecstasy. In a move that took
him by surprise, Maggie rolled them both over until she was on top with his cock still
planted deeply within her.

She lifted her head with a grin, stretching her lips. “I guess I’m a little stronger
now. What do you think about that, tough guy?” She winked at him.

“I love a voluptuous, strong, sexy woman.” He smiled up at her, his eyes glowing with
adoration.

“And I love a big, strong vampire with a big cock.” Driving her point home, she lifted
herself slightly only to slam her hips back down on him, impaling herself on his cock.

GianMarco groaned. “Holy shit, Maggie. You are driving me crazy.”

Maggie bounced up and down on his pole. She fucked him with unabashed passion. GianMarco
grabbed her hips, roughly bucking his own hips upward to push deeper inside of her.
Maggie threw back her head and screamed GianMarco’s name over and over again. Maggie
pulled herself off his rigid shaft, knowing he was about to come. She wanted to drink
every drop of his mouthwatering cream.

She slid down his body, popping his cock in her mouth. As she tightened her lips over
the stiff rod, his cum shot down her throat. Maggie greedily slurped him, milking
him of every single drop. “How did you like that?” she giggled afterwards, cuddling
close to GianMarco.

“You know I enjoyed it. I am a little concerned, though.”

“Why?”

“We were pretty rough. I’m not sure if we should be so wild in your delicate condition.”

“I’m not a shrinking violet, and I’m sure the baby is fine. I suspected you were holding
back at first, which is why I had to take things into my own hands.”

“I noticed.”

“I don’t mind making slow, sweet love, baby, but sometimes I want to fuck.”

GianMarco raised a dark brown brow with a crooked grin on his face. “Oh, yeah? How
about a fuck now?”

“I thought you’d never ask.”

GianMarco rolled Maggie onto her back. The phone rang. “Shit. Who the hell would be
calling us?”

“Ignore it,” Maggie instructed, breathlessly.

“No. I have to take it. It’s probably one of my brothers, in which case it could be
an emergency.”

GianMarco picked up the receiver. “Hello?”

“You are a fool, Grimaldi.”

“Who is this?”

“I killed Bianca,” the raspy voice taunted.

GianMarco’s blood chilled. He had already killed Bianca’s murderer. What the hell
was going on? The voice on the other end of the line laughed.

“You’re a fool if you think you avenged her death. I killed Bianca, and I’m going
to do the same to Maggie. I’ve been watching her. I know she is one of us now. A tasty
little morsel, isn’t she? I think I’ll have some of that pussy before I gut her like
a fish.”

“Who the fuck is this?”

“If you really want to know, come find me.”

“Where, you sick son of a bitch?”

“Now, what would the fun be in telling you? If you really want to know ... I’m looking
at a really pretty portrait. I bet you fucked her after you painted it, didn’t you?”
The caller hung up.

What is it?” Maggie touched his shoulder. Concern was etched on her face.

“We have to leave. Don’t bother packing our bags. I’ll buy you new things.”

“Please tell me what’s going on. Who was that? Why does he want to kill me?” she asked.

“You heard? Of course. I forgot your hearing is a lot more sensitive now. Don’t think
about it, my darling. I will keep you safe. Do you trust me?” He cupped her face in
his hands.

“Of course, but ...”

“There’s no time for questions. We need to go now.”

“I hope we can get tickets out on such short notice.”

“No need. I have a friend who can lend me his private jet.”

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When their plane landed in New York, a limo was waiting for them. Dante got out of
the back seat, along with two other gentlemen who could only be GianMarco’s other
two brothers. One was blond like GianMarco, while the other was dark like Dante. Not
so long ago, Maggie would have been intimidated in the presence of such handsome men,
but now she barely blinked an eye. Besides, she was much too worried to think about
any of them in that light.

Dante stepped forward, embracing his brother before turning to his new sister-in-law.
He pulled her into his arms and gave her a light kiss on the lips. “Welcome to the
family,
piccola
.” GianMarco looked on, with a proud smile on his face. It was reassuring to know
he was secure in their love to not react negatively about his brother’s greeting.

The other two brothers stepped forward to greet their brother’s new wife. “I’m very
pleased to meet you. I’m Romeo.” Romeo brought Maggie’s hand to his lips.

Oh, boy, this was the smooth operator of the family, she thought; nonetheless, she
found herself becoming enchanted by his devilish charm.

“I am very pleased to finally meet you, Maggie. I’m Niccolo.” He gave her a warm hug
and a kiss on the cheek

She returned his greeting in kind. “Nice to meet you, Niccolo.”

“Please call me Nico. We’re family now.” His smile was engaging. Maggie liked him
as well. She could tell he was the quiet one, but the Grimaldi charm still radiated
from him.

After the introductions were made, GianMarco pulled Maggie aside. “You’ll be staying
with my brothers until I return. I’ll be back with you as soon as I can.”

Alarm filled her heart. “You’re not coming with me?”

“No. I can’t, but I promise I’ll call you every night I am away. I promise.”

“But why aren’t you coming with me? I don’t understand. I need you. I ... I have to
feed.”

“I know,
ciccina mia
, but my brothers will help you.” He stroked her cheek.

“Do you mean to tell me that I’m supposed to ... but I can’t. I only want you!” Maggie
gripped GianMarco by the collar and gave him a shake.

“I know, baby, but this can’t be helped. I know your heart belongs to me and I don’t
exactly relish the idea of you being with my brothers, but it’s necessary. You’re
a young vampire and you need to feed. Our baby needs to feed as well. Think about
him, and don’t feel guilty if you enjoy it.” He kissed her.

“Does that mean I have to share you, too, sometimes?”

“No. Don’t get it into your head that this will be something that’s going to happen
often. You have needs, and I am providing for those needs by sending you off with
my brothers. You don’t have to worry about sharing me. Number one, I am very old and
I don’t really need to feed that much, and number two, you’re the only one I want.
You’ve got to know that by now,
bellisima?
”

Maggie sighed. The thought of what could happen sent a shiver of excitement down her
spine as she remembered the night she had spent with GianMarco and Dante. On the other
hand, she wasn’t sure if she could go through with it if GianMarco wasn’t there. “I
know how jealous you can get. Will you be angry with me?”

“Never! I’m sorry for being such an asshole before. I wasn’t myself. Now that we’re
of the same blood, you don’t have to worry about my being overly jealous. I’ll always
be possessive over you but I won’t lose my head like I had before. You soothed the
beast within me when I brought you over, and I now know that you belong to me and
only me.”

“But—”

He placed a finger over her lips. “Enjoy yourself, and don’t worry. My brothers will
keep you safe. All you have to do is take care of yourself and our son. I’ll come
back for you soon. I love you.” He pulled her into his arms, holding her tightly against
him. He covered her mouth with his in a hot, hungry kiss.

“Be safe, GianMarco.” Maggie caressed her husband’s cheek.

“And you must listen to my brothers. Don’t go anywhere without at least one of them.
Promise me, Maggie,” he demanded urgently.

“Yes. I promise.”

“I think it’s time to go.” Dante joined them, and tucked Maggie under his arm.

Maggie waved to GianMarco as he re-boarded the plane. A tear escaped her eye.