Page 16 of Bought By the Mafia

Kevin almost bowed as he shook my hand. He then said something about taking down the painting and packaging it properly before leaving. Beside me, I heard Simona draw in a deep breath. I rarely used my powers of persuasion, but Kevin had been pushing it.

“You don’t mess around,” she said after he was gone.

“No. I don’t.”

Exhilaration rushed through me. It had been a long time since I’ve felt like flexing my muscles and doing so just now made me feel like a king. A feeling I’ve never had before. Maybe it was Kevin and my slight resentment towards his trying to stiff me out of my mother’s painting. Or maybe it was something else. I glanced at Simona. Maybe it was her presence and a primal need to show her strength. Some primitive feeling inside me I was sure was long since purged.

There was something about her that brought the worst parts in me. I was not like my younger brothers, Rico and Nico, who acted feral and violent whenever they were threatened. Nor was I like my older brother Dante, who, while not as feral, was just as ruthless. I saw myself as different from them, more sophisticated, but that suaveness ends up being a flimsy cover whenever she was around. She was destabilizing my formerly solid ground. I had to do something about it or otherwise my dark nature would take over.

Resolved, I took hold of Simona’s hand, gave Mickey my card, ordering him to finish the purchase and led Simona out of the gallery. I ignored everyone and everything until we reached the car. I ordered Johnny to get out as I opened the backseat door and all but dragged Simona inside.

“What—”

I did something I wanted to do ever since I saw her going down the steps wearing that sexy jumpsuit. I placed my lips on hers and kissed her.

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What the fuck. One moment he was making fun of me, the next he was threatening a gallery owner, and now we were in the back of his car making out like teenagers. No doubt giving the valets a show. His lips were on mine the instant he closed the door behind him. And I, like a horny teen, accepted his kisses without question. They were heady and addictive. I succumbed to his embrace, forgetting everything around me, as he always made me do. I forgot the barbs he was throwing at me earlier. I forgot his meanness. I forgot my earlier resolve to not be under his spell any more. Everything evaporated, and all was left was him and I.

As his lips dropped tiny kisses down my neck, nibbling and licking my skin, my hands were on his chest, exploring his tight body. I could never get over how strong he felt under my touch. I wanted to touch him all over, in particular there. My hands went down his chest, to his groin, and grasped his cock over his pants. He was harder than I expected. He moaned when I scrapped my nails against him. Somewhere deep inside me, I felt a sense of elation that he was hard for me and possibly had been hard for me for a while. It was pathetic to be this excited with something so basic as lust, but Giovanni, wanting you, tend to reduce a woman’s brain to mush. He could hate me, but his body could never resist me. There was a certain power there that I didn’t know what to do with. It was intoxicating.

Suddenly, he shifted our positions so that he ended up sitting on the seat and me on top of him. My jumpsuit felt too tight and too constricting. I wanted the whole thing off. He dragged me up against him and felt his hard length directly aligned with my center. I wanted this barrier of fabric between us gone. But Gio didn’t seem like he was in a hurry. Sometime between dragging me into his car and placing me on top of him, he had slowed down and seemed to have regained his usual control. His eyes could not hide the passion he was feeling. Even with the little light we had, I could tell that his eyes were cloudy and intensely focused on me.

His hands went to the back of my suit and unzipped it. It fell to my thighs, and I kicked the rest of it off. He went to my naked thighs next and gripped them before grinding me against his crotch. It should not have felt as good as it did, but I was so worked up it felt close to the real thing. The grinding provided some relief to the fire that was burning at my center, but it wasn’t enough. I wanted more. I wanted him inside me. My hands started traveling down, but he quickly put them back to his shoulders where they were and grounded me harder against him. My underwear was soaked and probably messing his pants. I closed my eyes to reach a peak that seemed almost within reach, but just out of grasp.

“Back at me,” he said, tilting my chin so I could look at him. His gaze was arresting. I could not look away. “Please,” I moaned and leaned downward to brush my lips against his. His tongue darted against my lips. It inflamed the fire already burning inside me. How he could ignite such desire within me, I could never tell. I always thought of myself as someone with a low sex drive until he came along. With him, I was the exact opposite. It was as if he hacked my system and initiated the nymphomaniac program. With him, I became a different person.

“Please,” I moaned again against his lips. “I need your cock,” I said.

And just as suddenly as he dragged me out of the gallery earlier, he removed me off him as if I was a hot potato. Still delirious from his hands and mouth, I asked, “What’s the problem?”

“Nothing. I was testing something, and I got the result I wanted.”

“What?” My voice was drowsy with arousal, but the fog was quickly clearing.

“Put your clothes on soon before the men come back.” I looked around at my surroundings, belatedly realizing where we were and what we were close to doing. I rushed to put my jumpsuit back on, aware that he still had his clothes on while I was practically naked.

He wrapped on the door the second I was done, and the two bodyguards entered the front seats. I was so shocked by their sudden entrance; I wondered how close they were to us and if they saw what happened. Meanwhile, Gio was in his seat, looking immaculate as if he hadn’t been mauling me a few seconds ago. In no time, Johnny was starting the car, and we were on the road.

“What just happened?” I said to Gio.

“What do you mean?”

“You know what I’m talking about.” His smug evasiveness was irritating. We were about to have sex. I was still hot and aroused and he was sitting there, cool as a cucumber, seemingly unaffected.

“Are you talking about the make-out session we just had?”

My cheeks heated. I glanced at the front of the car. The two men’s heads never moved, and they were staring straight at the road, but it didn’t mean they didn’t hear us. I pressed a button, and the partition went up. Gio chuckled. “What’s so funny?” I asked. He only chuckled louder. “I wanted to prove a point,” he said.

I was getting angrier and angrier. “And?”

He turned his entire body to face me. “Point proven. You’re hot for me, regardless of your statements to the contrary. If I hadn’t called my men, we would have fucked. Hell, I’m sure we can fuck now with them watching.”

I was about to smack back with a retort of my own. I wanted to tell him to fuck off, or something similar, but the longer I thought about what he was saying, the more I realized he was at the very least bullshitting. He clearly was angry with me when he practically dragged me out of the gallery. And he had every right to be angry. I had acted horribly towards him. I never thought stealing money from him would impact him to the degree it did. And maybe this was the punishment, which I deserved, but I could tell it was something more. He was hurting, and he wanted me to hurt as well.

“I’m sorry,” I said.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about?”

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