Page 44 of The Queen's Game (Ruthless Games 1)

THIRTY-EIGHT

REBECCA

I’m gonna come...

Giancarlo rubbed my clit for most of the second act. Bringing me to the edge, then stopped to finger me, then repeated until I had to bite down on the program to not cry out from the explosive climax.

Francesca sat in the row of seats in front of us at Gian’s insistence. Now I knew why. The other set of four seats in two rows next to us were empty.

Had his mother not been in that same seating box, I would have been expected to lower to the floor and get him off because lewd public displays were now my brand.

Even Giancarlo admitted that shaming me wasn’t working. Either because no one gave a shit if I had three lovers. Or no one would believe they’d break it off with me even if I openly slept with all three of them.

It meant I was winning...

I had Anthony and Giancarlo.

But not Bastien. This wouldn’t work without him. I could never be complete without him. I’d originally wanted them all to love me so that I could use their devotion to secure my throne and then tell them to go to hell.

Now I wanted to keep all three of them. Forever.

However, they weren’t totally on board with the idea. Except Anthony, but only with Sebastien. Giancarlo didn’t want to get into bed with Anthony, physically or metaphorically, and vice versa. If it were all four of us, that had delicious possibility written all over it.

We left the theater, my brain hazy with power, greed, and lust. Giancarlo never took his hands off me. Being escorted to an event with Sebastien then Anthony was one thing. To show up at a highly publicized show like this with Giancarlo and his mother, Francesca Bianco, her fawning all over me, sent a different set of shockwaves through my world. Smiling on the arm of another handsome man who didn’t take his hands off me wasn’t just your ordinary betrayal against Anthony. Giving myself to the Byrnes made me the ultimate traitorous slut. The traitor part weighed more in the shameful department.

My plan wasn’t to let any one man seem to have more control over me. I’d screwed that up. And now I needed to get away from Gian and his mother. Time for me to make a scene and reset what people thought was going on here.

“I have to go home,” I said loudly in the lobby and marched away to call my driver.

“Oh, no you don’t.” Giancarlo chased after me.

I turned, surprised that his mother had also crossed the room so quickly. “Patrick wants to see you, darling.” Her words were icy and sharp.

For the first time, I felt fear. Only, Giancarlo wouldn’t let his father hurt me.

“Mrs. Byrne,” I said to distance myself from them. “With all due respect, I have assumed my father’s position. If your husband wants to see me, he makes an appointment.”

She smirked and glanced at Giancarlo. “Leave us.”

Anger painted his beautiful face, but he was still a crown prince sitting a rung below the power belt. “I’ll be at the car. Rebecca, I brought you here. I’m bringing you home. Don’t confuse me with anyone else.”

He referred to Sebastien, who left me that first night.

I lowered my head to agree.

After he left, Francesca steered me outside the theater to a shadowed doorway of a building next door. “I lied,” she said.

“About?”

“Patrick doesn’t want to see you. I want to talk to you. About you and Giancarlo. You see, I respect you, darling. I want you with my son and I’m secure and proud enough to tell you to your face. Come see our home. See what grandeur you’ll be welcomed into.”

I’d heard about their penthouse triplex, trimmed in gold and crystal everywhere. “I hope you’ll appreciate when I tell you, the same applies to you, Mrs. Byrne. If there’s business you want to discuss with me, I will gladly give you an appointment. But who I marry will not be a deal I make in your home or my office.”

She folded her arms and studied me. “What is all this crazy behavior out of nowhere? Your father leaving the country and suddenly you are gallivanting with Sebastien and Anthony Jr. I’m not sure which one I find more shocking.” She glanced at Giancarlo, leaning against the limo watching us, his legs crossed at the ankles. He’d been sent away by his mommy, but he still looked powerful and formidable. And so damn handsome.

She’d laid her cards on the table. She wanted me to marry Giancarlo, restore the Bianco dynasty through our alliance. But Sunrise was not for me to reveal to her.

I had to say something though. Swallowing, I said, “Your son is blackmailing me.” I took a breath to gauge her reaction. To her credit, her face didn’t move. But that could be because of Botox. “Anthony and Sebastien too.”

“What on Earth for?” she said.

“You would have to ask your son.”

“It must be devastating if they’re dragging you through the mud.”

Do I tell her that her son has a death squad watching over my parents?

I exhaled. “There were wretched business dealings that I was not aware of. That’s why I sent my father away. He crossed the line and risked an indictment.”

She backed up, the lines in her face showing now. “You protected your father so my family can go down?”

“Yes.” I had to be strong. “I protect my family. You’d do the same. I went to your son with this and told him to deal with his family. He refused. Instead, he came up with this plan to shame me. Make me look a slut, so if I’m pulled in as some kind of witness, their defense attorney would have a field day with me.”

Giancarlo hadn’t told his father because he said I’d have a bullet between the eyes.

“Only, it’s not working, is it?” She looked around. “That’s not shame I see in everyone’s eyes looking at you. That’s envy if I ever saw it.”

“I agree.” I glanced around at the people smiling and nodding at us.

She tapped her diamond necklace. “I am going to have a talk with my husband. Right now. Good night, darling.” Her perfume hit me as she whirled away.

Smooth but fast, she hiked over to her limo and left Giancarlo standing there, looking confused.

The limo screeched away from the loading zone it’d been idling in. Looking unconcerned that we were without a driver and his mother’s guards, Gian walked toward me. “What the hell was that? What did you say to her?”

“I told her you and your buddies were blackmailing me.”

“Buddies?” Giancarlo dumped his head in his hands. “Did you tell her about the drug?”

“No.” I reached into my bag. “I’ll call my driver to pick me up.”

“Not happening.” He took out his phone, and after a few swipes, he put it back in his suit jacket. “We have more than one car. It’ll be here in a minute.”

“I want to go home.”

He pushed me against the bricks of the doorway we’d been in. “I don’t think you do.”

“You’re right. I don’t.” I pressed my lips against his, needing his ultimate surrender once and for all. Needing to know he cared about me and wanted to be part of the delicate alliance I was trying to form with all of them.

His mouth stayed motionless at first. He’d only kissed me that one time after Sebastien’s cock was in my mouth. Giancarlo had guarded his lips for weeks because kissing me would unglue him. That kiss in the lounge had wrecked me too. I wanted more of it. More of him.

“Fuck,” he bit out. Holding my face, he devoured me with his mouth, possessing my lips.

Watching Giancarlo lost in the moment, I let his beauty, his face, bathed in an amber glow from the door we were blocking, consume me. His green eyes and wavy reddish-blond hair glinted in the light making him shine like a god.

His kisses coiled inside me, winding me up, making me want him so damn badly.

A man with close-cropped hair and a neck tattoo moved through the throngs of people still loitering in front of the theater. The black tee-shirt under his suit jacket instead of a dress shirt was the telltale look of a bodyguard.

“Mr. Byrne,” the man said with a deep, concerned voice. “I have your car, sir.”

Giancarlo’s eyes stayed on me, didn’t flicker away. “I’ll be there in a moment.”

I brushed the front of his slacks, finding his cock hard. “You might be there sooner.”

“Come home with me to the Warwick. Come see my penthouse. Let me love you there, Becca.”

I wanted to see where Giancarlo would swallow me whole because the place was truly his. Behind closed doors, he had all the power in this relationship. “I want you to fuck me in your bed,” I said, meaning every word.

He gripped my hand and steered me to the new limo. Waving the driver away from the door, he said, “I got it.”

As I slid across the seat, the rich leather and coarse stitching sent awareness flooding through me. With the door closed, Giancarlo unbuttoned his suit jacket and pulled me close. I splayed my hands across his chest wanting his skin, so I lifted the shirt out of his trousers. He moved on top of me as I lay on the seat, his knees around my waist.

I pushed his shirt up to see his chest, an etching of sculpted planes and smooth skin.

“I’m not waiting to get to the Warwick,” he said, unbuckling his belt, his cologne filling the limo’s backseat compartment.

Wanting to keep touching him, I unbuttoned his pants and lowered them. The hungry look on his face watched me undress him. Watched me take what I needed from him. The smile on his face was so delicious I had to keep going. I skimmed my hands around his waist and lowered his briefs in the back, gripping firm, round ass cheeks.

“God...” he hissed.

I sat up and pressed my lips around the outline of his perfect cock over his briefs. I never wanted a man’s dick in my mouth so badly.

He pushed the front of his briefs down and his cock sprang out, long, thick, and hard. “Suck me.”

“What do you say?”

He quirked a smile at me. “Please suck my cock.”

“And?”

“I’m begging you. Please suck my cock.” Gian gripped the base of his shaft and slid it into my mouth.

Slowly, achingly slow.

Not for my benefit, but his it seemed. Like he couldn’t take too much of my mouth around his cock all at once. Not when we’ve crossed a line, and this clearly wasn’t about sex anymore.

But I remained conflicted about where my heart lay.

With Gian’s entire cock in my mouth, I relaxed my throat until he completely filled me. The taste of him made me so wet, the pure male scent of his skin as he made love to my mouth, all while flexing his ass, had me on the brink.

Groaning, he pulled out, and I licked the underside all the way to his balls.

“Jesus, Becca,” he rasped, clenching his teeth. Before I resumed tasting him, Gian lowered his face to kiss me. “What are you doing to me?” he whispered.

“Trying to pleasure you with my mouth.”

“You’re succeeding beautifully.” He hovered above my lips. It brought me back to the nights when he wouldn’t kiss me. My heart jolted and in a flash, I feared I could lose him.

Giancarlo fed me his cock again while I ran my hands across a row of chiseled abs. His cock tasted delicious sliding across my tongue. He held the sides of my face and eased in and out, owning my mouth. He grunted and panted, his throat muscles corded, hips moving in a feverish pace.

“I’m fucking gonna come. Don’t stop. Take me deeper, please.” Gian’s salty cum shot out of his cock, coating the back of my tongue and down my throat.

So fucking delicious. Thoughts of Sebastien filled my head and Anthony too, wishing they were sitting right there, watching us. Getting ready for a turn with me.

I needed more than one man. After one of them came, they needed time to recover. The next guy up could pound me into oblivion, and then the next and the next. Women had power because we could keep fucking while the men couldn’t.

Oh, but when they did... They had absolute control over me.

I lifted my dress, but with my legs already spread, I couldn’t lower my thong. Giancarlo gripped the sides and tore the fabric away. “I assume you have more of these.”

“Even if I didn’t.” I tilted my hips up.

“Now I have to fuck you.” He fisted his hard cock, surprising me. “You... You keep me hard, Rebecca.” Rubbing the tip against my entrance, his wetness mixed with mine felt so sexy.

Giancarlo thrust into me, satin-covered steel filling me.

I stretched my neck, my head thrown back, gasping for air. He moved with grace and power, rolling his hips, not just fucking me, but massaging my clit too.

With my legs around his light wool suit, that friction from the grainy fabric against my inner thighs heightened my awareness of my debauchery, thrilling me beyond belief. His thumb masterfully circled my clit, applying the right amount of pleasure to keep me suspended.

His hips rocked at a relentless pace, slowing down in between to torture me. Even slipping out to rub his drenched hard length against my clit, teasing my entrance. He looked down and watched himself taunting me, his face intense, his jaw set tight.

God, the beauty of him, honey-colored skin from the mixture of Italian and Irish. He caught me staring at him, and it took a moment for him to smile. Finally, his lips curled and he leaned across my body, taking my hands then held them over my head.

With one foot braced on the floorboard, he powered through, fucking me harder and faster, hitting the end of me. He kissed me and sipped at my lips. I angled my hips and felt the ripple of an orgasm from deep in my pussy. My womb swelled around his cock and began clenching.

“God, I feel that.” He breathed into me, hovering above me, our eyes locked.

All the unsaid words passed between us. This was so fucking amazing, but I wanted more. More of him. More of Anthony and Sebastien.

My climax kept thrashing, my pussy so slick, wetness trickling down my thighs.

Giancarlo groaned, wrecking me with the last of his thrusts until my name wrenched from his throat.

As he pumped his seed into me, he let go of my hands and held me close to him. Jerk after jerk, his hips flexed against mine.

“I want to spend all night fucking your ass.” Giancarlo kissed me, moving his soft lips across mine. “You can’t say no to me. You won’t say no to me.”

The bastard was right. I couldn’t say no to Giancarlo. He trained me so well, and if this evening proved anything, we could be the people who met at his club, and ourselves.

I hoped when the time came for me to ask Gian the most important question of my life—join the alliance I wanted to create where the lines between love and business didn’t exist—he wouldn’t be able to say no to me.

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