Page 20 of Stealing Her Heart
“Jesus, that’s pretty. Tell me you belong to me. I want the words.”
“I belong to you, Gabriel. I am…I love you. You don’t have to love me back. Men never do. But I love you and I am just yours.Only yours.”
Gabriel drops down fast, startling me. Grasping my chin, he pants for a moment, chest heaving, before he breathes his words. “Other men were fools. Good for me. Because they never had a chance. You were mine before I ever set sight on you. You’ll be mine until you take your last breath. And I’ll be yours. How can you doubt it? That I love you. I started living, breathing, my fucking heart started beating for you, Gianna. Because of you. Of course I love you. I said it: you’re everything.”
Pulling him down to me, I crush my mouth to his as he pins me beneath his big body. Grasping my thighs, he lifts them at his waist as he angles his hips between them. Holding my gaze as he pulls back, he presses the swollen crown of his cock to my pussy, pushing slowly. I gasp then he grunts and slams deep.
“Ah, fuck. Fuck. Princess. It is…è così bello. So beautiful,” he whispers, moving slowly out of me, both of us dropping our gazes to see the drag of him pulling out. We both groan as he pushes back in deep.
“Oh…oh, yes,” I moan throatily, clawing at his shoulders.
“So good. It’s so fucking good. No one else, princess. It is just you. No one else for me. Not ever. Not fucking ever. I love you. I love you so much I would slice your fucking throat before Ieverlet you go.”
To someone else, that might be a red flag. To me…to me it is a green flag. It is all systems go. Full steam ahead. This is mine. My king and our kingdom. He once said he would set Silver Shores on fire for me. I would light a match that would burn it to ash. His threat just turns me on.
“Yes. Yes. God, yes!” I scream, twisting beneath him, chasing the pleasure that will wash away the pain.
We come together at the same moment, gazes locked, bodies tangled. Nothing could tear us apart. Nothing else is this strong, it is impossible.
We just have to survive this war together.
Chapter Eleven
Gabriel
War is brewing but I am the happiest fuck in town.
Watching Gianna’s plump ass as she passes down some of her treasured things to me, I smirk. I stand on the floor while she balances on a stool, her tiny skirt barley covering her ass. I dip my head, smirk growing wider when I see a flash of her bare pussy. Good girl. I told her not to fucking bother with panties anymore.
I need instant access to her tight pussy at all times. I am insatiable for the grip of her around my cock, for the wild sounds she makes when I am driving into her, the way she glows when she comes for me. I have fucked her on my desk, on her little princess bed, at a restaurant after I kicked everyone out, my need just never ends.
“Flash me that princess pussy again, I am going in for an afternoon delight, baby,” I warn her, sliding my hand up the back of her thigh, letting two of my fingers spread her wetness over her folds.
“Gabriel! I am not showing it off,” she pouts even as she bites her lip as I pump my fingers into her.
We’re at her father’s place, getting whatever she wants. I told her I would buy her two of everything if she never wanted to come back here. All she wants is some of the little music boxes she collects and some notebooks where she wrote down all her dreams. I would never make her give those up.
Outside half a dozen guards wait for us. Her father has vanished like the fucking coward he is. Santino put word out he wants me dead. Too bad for him no one respects him enough to take the contract. Our war has been pretty quiet thus far, though some of the Marconi’s have gone to ground.
They will come out of hiding eventually. Once they do they will be picked off one by one, unless they align themselves with the remaining families. There has never been an alliance this strong before. I think we owe it all to my little princess.
“Little liar. Always showing off because you want me to stuff my tongue in that little pussy,” I tease her, swatting her ass before I take the glittering Disney music box she passes down to me.
Gianna giggles and fuck almighty, it is the sweetest, hottest sound. There has been a lot of laughing lately. I never laughed this way before. It was always bitter, bland. Now I am smiling, laughing, teasing even Dario and Stefan. Primo is wildly annoyed with me, but he adores Gianna, so he tolerates my golden retriever bullshit.
I barely remember my life just a few weeks ago. Life before she sauntered into that room, striding over to steal my heart right out of my chest. I had just cut a man’s fingers off for stealing a couple grand from me. After I found her, I would have sewn those fingers back on if she had told me to do it.
“Tick-tock, princess. I want to get you the fuck out of here.”
Gianna nods, turning to hand me one more precious box. It is a bright green hot air balloon with a golden glittering basket. Standing there, she twists the gears, winding it up to play a tinkering song. As it starts to play, I hear a commotion from outside.
We exchange a look—then a gunshot rings out.
Snatching her down by the waist, I put her behind me as I pull my gun from my hip. Hitting the safety, I put my finger on the trigger and bring it up to aim. Another gunshot before a thudding boom sounds. That is the front door. I put a finger to my lips to hush her, pressing her back against the wall as we edge towards the door.
Beneath us more shouts ring out. More bullets. I can hear plaster crackling as bullets sail through walls. Glass crashes. A feminine scream—her mother, no doubt. That fucking monster was shouting all sorts of nonsense at Gianna when we stormed in her earlier. I told her to shut up or I would but a bullet in her fucking head. As her screams die out, I suspect that someone else did me a favor.
Glancing back at Gianna, I feel my heart double time. No fucking away I am taking her through a goddamn shootout. Shoving her into the closet, I hand her the gun strapped to my leg. Thankfully, my girl did grow up with this shit all around her, so she flicks the safety off, giving a nod.
