Page 62 of The Silence Lies

Sera moans into my mouth, her hips meeting mine as she seeks more friction. She pushes my shirt off my shoulders, heels tucking into my slacks to help pull them down.

“Please,” she murmurs against my lips.

Without another word, I shuck off my clothes until I’m laying on top of her, completely naked.

She looks even more beautiful with her brown eyes glistening with desire, her lips swollen from our kisses. She nods, giving me all the confirmation I need to slide into her.

“Fuck,” I shudder. She’s so tight that it’s overwhelming, her walls are like a vice around me. I have to pause to gather my thoughts because I’m so fucking dizzy with desire that I might fucking blow my load if I’m not careful. The realization of all the years of built up yearning, wanting someone I could never have come crashing down around me.

A hand reaches for my face, her timid voice breaking through my thoughts. “Where did you go?” she asks.

“Nowhere,” I smile, resting my head against hers.

“Then fuck me, Marchese.”

I slide out, then back in, snapping my hips and grinding into her sweet spot. She’s so fucking wet that just makes me harder and more determined.

She moans out, loud and clear, her eyes squeezing shut as I move at a steady rhythm. Her body moves with mine. We’re in perfect time, responding to one another as I plunge in and out of her. Every draw of my hips sends waves of pleasure up my spine, and every time I glide back into her, I’m wishing it would never end.

I pull Sera’s legs around my waist, her back arching as I pick up speed. She’s so fucking reactive, so present as I start to drill into her, harder and deeper. Every thrust drives me further off the edge and I know I’m not going to last. I slide a hand between us, thumbing her clit with precision.

She bucks against me. “Levi!” she cries out, her body suddenly shuddering. “I’m… I’m…”

And then she comes apart, her body shuddering and rocking against mine as a smile plays across her lips. She’s ethereal, beautiful in a way no one on earth can really understand. She’s like a gray sky parting the clouds to expose sunlight; Bianchi is the sunlight.

A few more rocks of my hips and I draw myself out of her, painting her stomach with ribbons of cum. She pants beneath me, running her fingers through the cum like she’s creating a masterpiece, while I’m arched over her trying to regulate my breathing.

“Fuck me,” I rasp. She’s fucking stunning, and damnit if the sight of her wearing my cum doesn’t turn me into a horny teenager all over again.

Sera giggles beneath me, running her other hand through my hair. “I think I just did.”

I drop onto the mattress beside her, tucking her into my arm. I’ll worry about the mess I made all over her belly later. For now, I need to hold the woman who put enough trust in me to let me close.

I drop a kiss to her forehead and hold her. We seem to stay that way for a while; until the sky outside darkens and the room shifts with the moonlight. Sera’s breathing evens out. She’s no longer stroking my chest like before, but her warm palm presses against me, feeling my heart beat.

This is what I’ve been missing. This is what I’ve wanted for so long, and I finally have it.

Something tells me things between us won’t be so black and white now, at least not for me.

Giovanni

I stare at my reflection in the mirror a little longer than usual this morning. The bags under my eyes tell a different story to the one I think everyone believes. Sure, I’m exhausted. I didn’t get much sleep last night because despite my better judgment, I joined the security in making perimeter checks. It’s not just the guilt I feel, though. I’m weighed down by reminders of my past; Serafina is that reminder. It’s what strengthens my determination to ensure nothing happens to her. I might not be able to control everything, but there are some things I can prevent.

I already feel like shit for letting the car roll and injure her. But I knew what I was getting into when I took this job, and I’ll be damned if I let anything fucking happen to her on my watch. She’s caught up in shit none of us can control, but if there is something I can do, protecting her is what I’m going to do.

Outside the pool house, I hear voices. Though they’re distant, I can make out the owners. I slip out onto the patio, locating them in the rear courtyard. They’re surrounded by men all dressed in black combat gear. There must be about twenty men, all wearing serious, stoic looks, preparing themselves for whatever shit is flung their way. I don’t think they realize just how messy this might get, but nobody is going to tell them.

Marco paces back and forth in front of the group while Matteo stands with his arms folded, watching his brother take the reins. From the limited interactions I’ve had with the pair, I’d say Marco is the more serious twin, the one who sticks to structure and organization. Matteo seems more like a free bird, following the flow of the breeze. He has jokes and a light personality, whereas Marco sticks to what he knows. Sera is in good hands with them. They seem to know what they’re doing and I can’t fault how attentive and professional they have been so far.

“We’ll divide you into teams,” Marco shouts out. “One team will take the immediate perimeter, another will take the external perimeter, and the final team will be stationed at the gate. Nobody gets in without prior approval from Donna Bianchi herself. Any questions, you bring them to us.”

Matteo hands out pieces of paper to the crew. “The list isn’t long, so you shouldn’t have a hard time remembering it. You’ve been entrusted with this job for a reason so it goes without saying that if you let our leader down, you’ll have to face the consequences.”

“And trust me,” Luca adds, swinging his knife in his hand with a sadistic glint in his eyes. “You don’t want that.”

There’s a collective grumble as I approach, eyes darting my way. I’m the tallest out of all of us, but I understand that it’s my silent presence that garners the most attention. I get a nod from the Ferrante brothers, who start separating the men into groups, while Luca watches closely.

“You trust them?” Luca mutters to Marco.

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