Page 66 of Giovanni the Savage

She hums, and I can feel my orgasm around the corner. Her fingers fiddle with my balls while she takes me in even deeper and circles her tongue on my tip. She goes at this for some time before I can feel my eyes cross with an impending orgasm.

I lift her up effortlessly and throw her on the couch. Her legs spread wide open, and she stares at me as I get on top of her.

“Gio,” she moans.

In a second, I shift her damp panties to the side.

“Please, Gio,” she groans in frustration.

I use this as my cue to drive my dick into her to the hilt. knocking the breath from her.

“Fuck! This feels good every damn time.”

I smirk and grind my dick intensely into her heat before pulling back and slamming in again. The couch shifts from the jerky movements, but it doesn’t stop me from fucking her hard; I can feel the walls of her pussy and hear her labored breaths.

Her face turns away from me, but I grip her chin and make her look at me. Her eyes flutter closed almost instantly, and I massage her boobs harshly to make her look at me.

Our heated gazes lock on each other, but her gaze is distant. I fuck her even harder to rid my mind of the negative thoughts, and she moans loudly. My animalistic thrusts are about to push her over the edge; I can feel her walls clench tightly around my dick.

“You’re going to come with me,” I instruct, hoisting her right leg over my shoulder, giving me more room to get in deeper.

She squeals at the new position, and her eyes roll to the back of her head.

A few more thrusts, and we’re both toppling over the edge, helplessly moaning out each other’s name and clutching each other tightly.

“That was so good,” she moans.

Even with the satisfied smile on her face and desire in her eyes, I can’t quench the feeling that something is wrong. Something that has to do with how far away it feels she is even though she’s right under me.

Something I don’t want to explore because I don’t want to ruin the moment.

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN - Luna

I massage my temples just as I finish compiling the files alphabetically. This is a tedious task, and I’m yet to get my coffee fix for the day. Gio has been in a long meeting since noon, so I haven’t seen him. A small part of me misses him, but the more sensible part assures me that it’s betterthis way.

Maybe it’s time I started putting some distance between us, which always proves impossible the second he looks at me with those haunting eyes.

I unlock my phone and go to my chat with Victor. The pictures of my brother are still staring back at me, and tears form in my eyes from the amount of hurt in them. I’m hurt and disappointed that I can’t save him. I’m also disgusted in myself because had it been Lucas in my shoes, he surely would not be fucking his boss when he’s meant to be saving me.

I wipe away my rogue tears and decide to call the fucker again after almost twenty failed calls. I put the phone to my ear and wait for it to pick up, but he doesn’t; instead, it goes to voicemail.

There’s no way I’m dropping a voicemail for a criminal.

I decide to stop calling the unknown number and dial Victor’s number hoping he will pick up. Surprisingly, he does.

“Well, look who called.”

His smug voice makes me want to pull my hair out.

I control my breathing. “Victor.”

He chuckles. “If it’s not the slutty spy.”

I hear loud laughter from the background.

“Don’t call me that,” I warn.

“Getting bold, I see,” he scoffs. “Or would you prefer Giovanni’s slut?”

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