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He groaned, jaw tight, but it wasn’t enough. Not yet. If she wanted to act up, she could holler his name loud enough to shake the damn shop. Giovanni gripped Paige’s throat tighter, not to hurt, but to make sure she felt him everywhere. To make her listen.

His other hand held her hip firm, anchoring her while he buried himself again, deeper, harder, slower.

The sound of skin meeting skin, wet, ruthless, undeniable, drowned out the bass still rumbling from the speakers.

“Say it,” he growled, teeth clenched, eyes locked on the way she took him in.

Paige tried. She really did. But all that came out was high, broken whimpers. The words were gone, drowned somewhere in the tingle at the base of her spine and the way Giovanni kept pulling her back onto his dick ruining her for anybody else.

“I’m about to cum again,” she panted. He grinned and pulled out of her abruptly. He leaned forward, pressing his chest to her back, his hand resting on her heart. He controlled her breathing, her moans, her entire body.

“You said you wasn’t gon’ call me...” he taunted against the shell of her ear, dragging his lips over her skin, savoring her shivers. “That you weren’t gon’ fall in love with me.”

He snapped his hips harder, diving back in with so much force he almost bottomed out. That act alone pulled a desperate, broken moan from her lips that bounced off the concrete walls.

“But here you go,” he grumbled the words poured from his mouth as he pressed deeper, grinding, staying there, letting her feel every vein, every inch. “Creamin’ all over this dick. Telling me you’ll be back and soon.”

Paige clawed at the pool table, the edges digging into her palms, the weight of his body and the sheer stretch of him sending her mind skidding out of control. She hated that he was right. Hated how easy it was to lose herself under him.

She tried to pull away, tried to catch her breath, but Giovanni wasn’t letting her run.

He yanked her back by the waist, forcing her to take him even deeper.

“You started this, talking all that shit,” he bit out, low and filthy in her ear. “You gon’ finish it.”

Paige could feel herself unraveling, the pressure building again, approaching quickly. Paige braced herself, the pressure closing in, sharp and intense. Every thrust drove her higher, until all she could do was cling to the edge, shaking, blinded by pleasure.

“Giovanni p…” she gasped, voice cracking, the tears slipping down her cheeks now from the sheer force of the orgasm bearing down on her.

“Give it to me Paige,” he demanded, hand slipping down between her thighs, his fingers finding her clit and rubbing in a tender circle. “I earned it.”

“Tell me I earned it,” he urged, making her arch her back more as he moved deep and deliberate.

“You earned it, you earned it,” she whimpered as she came apart so violently, she thought she might black out. Her entire body locked up, walls collapsing around his dick, squeezing him so tight he had to grit his teeth to keep from busting right then and there.

“Fuck, Paige,” he groaned, grinding through it, not giving her an ounce of space to recover, fucking her through her orgasm until she was shaking, begging without even realizing it.

Her chest rose and fell, skin dewy and flushed, glowing from the heat they’d created between them. Giovanni wasn’t done, though. He flipped her over gently, cradling her head in his palm like she was precious cargo. He slid in softly as he kissed her forehead, her nose, her mouth, slow, lingering kisses too tender for what they’d done.

“You ain’t gotta call me,” he whispered, so close their mouths nearly touched. “I’ll call you.”

Paige’s eyes fluttered open, dazed, glossy, still trying to gather her bones back together. Giovanni smiled that unhinged smile again, gripping her neck and pulling her ear to his lips, “And you better fuckin answer too.”

It was those words that sent her flying. Paige came again, and he was right behind her with his head tossed back in euphoria. When she finally opened her eyes, he was watching her with a smirk on his face. He was satisfied looking at his handiwork.

The music thumped softly in the background, but the world around them had stilled. Paige lay sprawled against the pool table, chest rising and falling in ragged pulls. Her thighs still trembled, her skin flushed and glistened.

Giovanni ran his tongue over his top lip, slid his boxer briefs back on before caressing the side of her cheek. “You good, P?” he asked in a scratchy voice that he’d earned from the work he put in.

She could barely nod, floating somewhere between heaven and the stars.

“I’m good. I need a minute.”

He smirked then kissed the side of her face, then her nose, then her lips,

“The next time you start talking reckless, Imma fuck you until the cops come knockin.”

He wasn’t playing. He’d let her slide all damn day, mouthing off, thinking she was running the show. But she ain’t fool nobody, least of all him. She slid intohis ride, batted her eyes, smirked at him, and complimented his vision. She knew what it was. When she got in his car, she signed her fuckin’ soul over to him.Death Row Records, baby.And he’d ensure she understood that, and it would be when she least expected it.

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