Page 64 of Giovanni the Savage

He returns the punch to my face immediately, and it feels like my jaw has shifted. I touch my face to see that there’s blood on it from the gash because of his ring.

“You’re dead to me,” I whisper.

I punch his nose hard and revel in the satisfying crunch. He clutches his nose in pain before aiming a punch at my stomach. I dodge it quickly, throw one on his back, and kneel on his stomach.

He wails in pain and tries to shove me off him, but I give him an uppercut, which he reruns by punching my jaw again.

Ouch, that hurts.

I grab him by his collar, and just as I’m about to give him another punch, my office door bursts open.

“Gio!” Luna screams, coming to me.

Her voice instantly calms me down, and I watch the fucker leave while her hands are on my back.

“Please calm down,” she whispers, kissing my back and rubbing my chest.

I turn in her arms to face her and caress her chin lightly.

She cradles my face instantly, sending a dose of warmth through me.

“I’m sorry you had to see that,” I apologize.

As the adrenaline is wearing off, I can feel the pain from the gash. She places a handkerchief on the wound and dabs gently.

“It’s fine,” she whispers, stopping when I wince. “Sometimes punching the fucker helps us feel better.”

I chuckle at her choice of words and pull her closer to me, placing my hands on her ass cheeks.

“Actually, something else would make me feel better,” I announce and dip my head to her neck.

She hums in response and tilts her neck for me. I place wet kisses down her neck while walking her backward.

“You’re hurt, Gio,” she reminds me like it’ll quench the fire in me.

“I know.” I untie the neck of her shirt. “This is making the pain go away.”

“Then you could have said that earlier,” she taunts.

“Well, now you know.”

I try to remove her shirt, but her body is rather stiff. She’s usually more responsive than this.

“Something wrong?” I ask, running my hands up her sides.

I feel like a selfish fucker for wanting to have sex with her right after fighting, but in truth, it’ll make my day better, seeing as Rocco almost ruined it for me.

“Yeah.” She smiles. “Why?”

Her smile seems a little forced, but I don’t give it much thought. I just focus on reading her body language.

“You’re a little unresponsive,” I note.

She laughs. “Well, it’s not every day you have sex in your boss’s office.”

I mentally kick myself for asking her that. Of course, she feels weird with me just randomly fucking her in my office. Also, I look like a desperate teenager.

“If you’re not comfortable, we could …,” I start begrudgingly and take a step back.

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