Page 47 of Undeniable

“Everything.”

He says it so quietly that I almost don’t hear him. I lay there for a few heavy moments, letting his words wrap around me before I snake my hand around his neck and crush his lips against mine.

As if a rubber band has snapped, the soft look in his eyes is quickly replaced with a possessive one. His hands work quickly as he whips my dress up over my head and off before tossing it to the ground. He reaches behind me and flicks my bra open with two of his fingers before he tosses that to the side as well. His mouth quickly descends, covering my pebbled nipple as his tongue deftly strokes it. I arch my back, leaning into him as a breathy moan escapes my lips.

My fingers dig into his thick midnight black hair as he ravishes my body with his wicked tongue. Gio pulls back to look at me for a moment, something heavy playing across his face before he reaches down and undoes his belt, lowering his slacks until his thick length is pressed between my thighs. Instead of driving into me savagely like he normally does, he pauses for a moment. His hand reaches out tentatively to cup the side of my face, his thumb softly stroking my cheek. Something passes between us for a moment before he is easing inside of me.

Every time that we have been together has been near frantic and lust fueled, like we were desperate to touch each other, like we couldn’t go another minute without it. Tonight, feels different though. The way his hands slowly brush my skin, the strong hold he has on me that has an underlying gentleness to it and the complicated look on his face as he slowly thrusts his hips inside of me. All of it combined is enough to leave me boneless, completely lost in the pleasure haze that has currently surrounded us.

“Let go, baby,” he whispers hoarsely as he quickens his pace. “Come for me.”

I can’t speak right now, like physically, I don’t know if I have it in me. I whimper and nod as I arch into his hold. He drives into me deeper and faster until he is sending me catapulting over the edge, bringing his mouth down to mine to muffle my cries that probably would have been heard up and down the whole eastern seaboard otherwise.

He follows right behind me and lets out rapid string of Italian under his breath before he drops down on top of me, taking care not to crush me. We just lay there for a few minutes, not talking, not moving, just simply being. This single moment is the safest and most cared for that I have quite possibly felt in my entire life, and that is fucking terrifying.

This man is so dangerous, because he gives me hope. He makes me hope that this won’t crash and burn like I fear it will, he gives me hope that maybe I can have what I want for once after all this time. Hope is a dangerous thing for someone like me to have, but what is life without hope?

Instead of speaking or even thinking for that matter, I close my eyes and let the feeling of Gio’s hands running up and down my spine soothe me into a deep sleep.

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The days fly by and pretty soon we have been here for a week. Nothing, that I know of, has happened. Based on how jumpy everyone around us seems to be, I am not sure if that is a good thing or not. There definitely has been no talk of us leaving which is honestly fine with me because the one constant of everyday is that when everyone falls asleep, Gio sneaks into my room, gifts me multiple orgasms before he tucks me into his chest and holds me all night. It has become by far my favorite routine.

Ashlynn and I have gotten really close, and we spend practically all day together since she has been working from home. Currently, she is making me try on some of her samples that she is getting ready to show. She isn’t liking how the skirt flares out on one in particular and is trying to figure out how to fix it. She said that it is easier for her to see it on a real person and when she found out that I wore a size 2, same size as the dress, she practically hog tied me before pulling the dress over my head.

She stands back with her head cocked and her brows furrowed as I stand on a miniature pedestal while she inspects the dress. It is a mermaid strapless wedding gown with so much detail work it blew my mind when she first showed it to me. It isn’t like all of the other cookie cutter dresses you see in generic bridal shops. You can tell that this piece is one of a kind, made up of pure blood, sweat and tears.

“Okay, if you keep pursing your lips like that you are going to give me a complex,” I joke.

She snaps out of her daze and shakes her head. “What? Sorry. It’s just not laying how I envisioned it. You are stunning.”

I smile and wink, showing her that I am just teasing. She shoots me a faux irritated glare before she smiles and swats my butt as she drops to her knees with a hand full of pins to play around with the fabric. A heavy knock sounds from her office door before she shouts, “Come in!”

Giovanni steps through the door. “Hey Ash, sorry to bug you. Have you seen-”

His sentence cuts off when he looks up and sees me standing in the middle of the room, smiling nervously at him. Gio’s eyes skate down the bright white dress, not missing a single inch before slowly coming up to rest on my eyes. His eyes are bright and sharp as he stands frozen in place. His mouth opens slightly and closes several times before he clears his throat and stands a little straighter.

“What’s going on?” He asks.

“Tasha is a love and being my model while I solve an issue. What do you need?” Ashlynn asks as she brushes a loose piece of hair out of her face and stands up, noticing for the first time how rigid Gio seems to be as he continues to openly gawk at me. I can’t tell if he likes the dress or wants to burn it. Whatever he is thinking, it looks to be serious and powerful.

A sly grin spreads across Ashlynn’s face before she pastes on a look of innocence.

“What do you think, Gio? Do you like it?”

“Like what?” He asks, his eyes never wavering from mine.

“The dress. Doesn’t it make Tasha look gorgeous?” Ashlynn asks.

He shakes his head and my heart falls for a second at his disproval, until he speaks.

“Shemakes the dress gorgeous,” his gravelly voice grates out before he runs a hand over his perfectly trimmed scruff.

A shy smile blooms across my face as I duck my head for a moment before peeking up through my eyelashes to find he is still staring at me. A thoughtful look passes across his face before he nods, clearing his throat and making his way out the door without so much as a backwards glance. I look to Ashlynn with my brows furrowed.

“That was kinda weird right?” I ask.

“For Gio? Yeah. I don’t know what it is about you, but you twist him up like pretzel. I have never seen him so on edge and uncomfortable in his own skin. The man doesn’t have a hesitant bone in his body, except when he is in the same room as you.”

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