Panting, I rasp out. “What are we doing, Ari?”
She stares up at me. My heart’s pounding in my chest. Breaths deep and ragged. She scowls at me for a split second before she grips me tighter. She tugs me harder against her body and devours me. Her lips crash against mine, her tongue forces its way inside my mouth, making mine submit to hers. She grinds herself unashamedly against me, and grunts as her pussy rubs into my cock. The jeans hard and punishing between us. But her eyes light up. She grinds again, and fuck, I thrust back. Her hands claw at my t-shirt as she drags it up over my head. Yanking and tugging at it until I’m free, and tosses it on the floor.
I’m breathing heavily. Staring at her. I’m panting, and she bucks, catching me off guard. Lifting her hips, and I roll off. I close my eyes and take a breath, trying to calm myself, but she straddles me, and I open my eyes to look at her. The towel’s gone. She leans over me. Pressing in to kiss me as I stare up at her. Her hand slides up my chest, caressing over my body as she wraps her fingers around my throat.
“I will do who I want, and I will do what I want. Once there’s a ring on this finger, I will be yours and only yours. Until then. You have no say in who I fuck,” she snarls at me. It’s all breathy and dominating.
She grinds her hips against me as she sits up. keeping her hand on my throat as she leans into it and winds her hips, my solid dick weeps for her. She rubs her body on mine. I slide my hands to her hips, digging my fingers into her skin. I slide my hands to her hips, digging my fingers into her. Making their way around to her ass,clawing at her cheeks, and I rock her harder against me. Her eyes flutter, and she stares down at me as I grip her tighter, sliding her over me, back and forth, she rides me.
Grinding against me as her eyes sparkle with need, I buck up into her, wishing I wasn’t wearing my jeans. But I’m pretty sure this isn’t about me. So I let her ride me. I groan as my dick tightens. She stutters out a breath, and I tug her harder over me, writhing faster as she lets out a little gasp.
Her eyes flutter closed. “Look at me,” I snarl. “I wanna see you come apart on me.”
I grip her harder, her tits bounce, and I wish I had more hands. I hold her against me, I thrust up again, and she gasps. Her eyes try to roll, but she stares into my gaze. I bite down on my lip. My thighs bunch under her as she starts to cry out for me. My balls draw up as her breath stutters before she holds it while she presses herself hard against me. Coming undone, she screams out, and I roar out as I come in my fucking jeans. She goes rigid against me. I drag her hips over me as she comes until she sags.
“Oh, fuck,” she gasps out as I grind her into me. Until she goes limp. She flops down at the side of me.
“I accept your terms,” I force out. I stand and head to the door.
“Wait. Where are you going?” She lifts up on her elbows. Her legs splayed open, the evidence of her orgasm seeping out of her and no doubt covering the front of my jeans. As I click open the door, I turn to her.
“To plan a wedding.”
I storm out of the room becausefuckif I’m gonna give him a chance to be with her now. She said once we’re married, she’s mine, so I’m not waiting. I know it wassupposed to be after the three months were up, once she’d taken over fully and was part of the Syndicate, that we were going to unite our families. She would take her father’s place, but we both know now, after the attempted hit on her, that that will never happen.
I refuse to wait and potentially allow her to be with another man. As I stalk through the house, his gaze meets mine. I smirk at him. He glares at my lack of shirt, then his eyes flick to the front of my jeans, the way his eyes tighten, his jaw ticks and his nostrils flare. I know he sees it, the evidence of her cum on me and probably mine seeping through, but his jaw clenches, tightening just a little more, and I grin. A shit-eating, fucking grin.
I shoulder check him as I pass him in the corridor and make my way to see Marianne, because what the fuck do I know about planning a wedding? And I need this planned yesterday. I refuse to share her with him, and I refuse to play second fiddle to her fucking bodyguard. I have to trust her word that once we’re married, she will cut off their relationship, however deep it may be. Because I will not let it go on any longer.
Arianna
Chapter Nineteen
I’ve barely seen Vittorio. He’s been spending time with Marianne, apparently on wedding-related matters. I have a meeting with Deano. Luca and Matteo step into the hallway as I walk down the stairs. Glancing back towards the kitchen, hearing his voice, him laughing with Marianne, and a pang of jealousy hits me. I want to be the one he laughs with. I want that with someone—the inside jokes, the comfort of having a person in your corner. I’ve never had that, and being this close to having something real is making me nervous.
What happens if this goes to shit and I lose it all? If I lose him. I shake my head. I can’t think like that. I need to get my head in the game. Luca steps towards the door, and Matteo steps close. His hand rests on the bottom of my back, and he leans in closer.
“Morning, Miss Bianchi.” He whispers, breathing across my cheek. I frown at his hands-on approach as he gently pushes me forward towards the door. When I reach the steps his hand still on my lower back, he reaches forward, taking my hand as if I haven’t walked down the stairs before in heels. I slowly retract my hand from his.
“I’m good,” I grit through my teeth. Luca is already standing at the car with the door open. I climb up into the back and slide across the seat. Matteo slips in beside me but sits unbearably close. His leg presses against mine, and the heat from him feels overwhelmingly uncomfortable.
“A little room here.” Gesturing between us, he smiles, nods and moves away fractionally. I grit my teeth and stare out of the window for the rest of the journey. He casually moves, brushing his arm across mine multiple times, reminding me he’s there.
I step out of the car as soon as we pull up, usually. I would wait for him to get out and slide across. I slam the door and walk around the car. Luca looks between us as I storm past.
“Wait here,” I snap and step into the building. I walk straight through and into Deano’s office. I don’t knock. I just slam the door behind me and sit in the seat opposite him.
“Miss Bianchi.” He nods.
“Deano. How’s it going?” I ask.
“I’ll let the numbers speak for themselves.” He slides a folder across the desk to me. It’s thick.
I snatch it off the table and stand abruptly. “I’ll look over this and give you a call.” I say as I head for the door.
“Before you go, I have a few new guys interested in positions with us. I could use your input.” He crosses his hands on the desk. I turn to face him, heading to sit back down because I may need a new bodyguard sooner rather than later at this rate.
“How many?”
