"Giovanni... please," she begs, voice breaking, hips pushing back toward me.
That's the last straw.
I rise up, shedding my pants in a hurry, my cock throbbing hard and ready. I line up at her entrance, one hand fisting her hip, and yank her back onto me in one smooth, deep thrust.
She takes me fully, her tight walls gripping like a vice, and her moan fractures into a cry that echoes through the room.
I don't hold back.
I push her shoulders down flat to the bed, my fingers wrapping around her neck from behind, holding her just firm enough to feel her pulse racing under my palm. I pump into herharder, each snap of my hips driving deeper, the slap of skin on skin filling the air.
I slide two fingers into her mouth, letting her bite down on them as pleasure overwhelms her, muffling her whimpers. "You like this, don't you? Being taken like this by a bad man who won't stop?" I growl, my voice rough with lust.
"Yes," she moans around my fingers, the word vibrating through me.
I lean over her, thrusting relentlessly. "What if I'd done it all along? Those nights at the pub, just bent you over the table and fucked you right there, no matter what you said. Claimed you in front of everyone, made you mine publicly while they watched. Would you have liked it?”
"Yes!" she screams, her body clenching around my cock, pushing me closer to the edge.
It thrills me to my core—this woman, matching every dark fantasy I've buried, egging it on instead of pulling away. She's mine, perfectly, completely.
I tighten my grip on her hips, pounding faster. "I'm going to come inside you now, Amber. Fill you up, and there's nothing you can do to stop it."
Of course, in the back of my mind, I know I'd pull out if she asked—hell, she'd know that too. But her moans only grow louder, wilder, telling me she's lost in it, craving the rush just as much.
"Please," she gasps, "please?—"
Her plea shatters me.
I come hard, spilling deep inside her with a guttural groan, her pussy clenching tight around me, milking every drop as waves of release crash through us both.
My hands dig into her hips, holding her flush against me until the last pulse fades, our breaths ragged in the heavy silence.
17
AMBER
Iwake up tangled in Giovanni's arms, our naked bodies pressed together under the soft sheets of his bed. Sunlight filters through the curtains, casting a warm glow over his chest, and for a moment, I just lie there, listening to his steady breathing.
Fully awake, I feel my muscles ache in the best way. It’s a delicious reminder of last night. Just closing my eyes brings it all rushing back—the way he took me from behind, his hands gripping my hips, the filthy words he whispered about claiming me publicly, bending me over that pub table.
Heat pools between my legs again, my pussy growing slick at the memory. I had no clue I'd crave something so raw, so edged with that dark fantasy, until he pulled it out of me.
But once he did, it consumed everything.
Would I change a single thing? Hell no. It was flawless, every thrust and moan hitting just right. And deep down, I knew if I'd uttered 'stop,' he'd have halted in an instant. Not that the thought even crossed my mind. The sex chased away all the worry, just like I needed.
Giovanni stirs beside me, his arms tightening around my waist, pulling me closer. His voice rumbles low and sleepy against my ear. "Good morning,gemma mia."
I tilt my head to look at him, curiosity sparking. "What does that mean? The thing you always call me?"
He smiles, lazy and affectionate, brushing a strand of hair from my face. "It means 'my gem' in Italian."
A play on my name, Amber. It's sweet, the kind of intimate detail that makes my chest tighten with warmth, and possessive too, in a way that sends a thrill straight to my core. My heart flutters, and heat spreads through me, making my skin tingle where it touches his.
Our lips meet in a slow kiss, deepening quickly as his tongue slides against mine. Then he shifts, rolling on top of me, his weight pinning me to the mattress. He captures my wrists in one large hand, stretching my arms above my head, holding them there with just enough pressure to make me arch up toward him.
"I'm going to have breakfast with your body," he murmurs, eyes dark with hunger as he trails kisses down my neck.
