Page 38 of The Don's Prisoner

Sure, my ex had only left me a crap ton of roses, but still. He had been there, in my living room, without me letting him in, and it wasn’t like the door had been broken in or anything. No, the door was still locked when I opened it. This meant he either had a key, could pick locks, or had someone like the maintenance guy let him in. I was not a fan of any of those options.

But Gio bringing me to his home and then fucking me? That, I was one hundred percent okay with. Actually, I was super happy about it as a whole. I felt tingly all the way down to my toes, and his hand was doing wonderful things that made my nipple stand up happily.

I had fallen asleep in his arms in the most comfortable bed on the planet.

I was a little worried about all the toys he had in his room, though. The rope seemed to be the least intimidating, but he was at least open about it and not hiding it from me—waiting for me to find out about it two years into our marriage.

Oh yeah, that was another thing. I was becoming oddly comfortable with thinking of him as my fiancée, my future husband.

I wasn’t sure if it was because of the physical connections that were going so well, or if I was just fighting the deal less and letting my anger towards Vito fade. But whatever it was, I was becoming a lot more comfortable with Gio than I had ever imagined myself becoming.

“Are you awake?” Gio whispered from behind me, and I smiled. He sounded groggy and a little lazy.

“I am now,” I chuckled, wiggling my hips back to rub against his cock. He had to be nine or ten inches long, certainly bigger than any guy I had ever been with, but he fit so well inside me.

He growled in my ear and tweaked my nipple, which both hurt and felt good at the same time. All sorts of wires in my head were being crossed with him that it was ridiculous. The lines between pleasure and pain, between right and wrong, between good and bad had all blurred into a gray mess.

But I knew I wanted Gio. There was no way we could go back. I doubted I could go back to sleeping alone either. I had gotten the best sleep of my entire life the previous night and had woken up to complete bliss.

“What do you have going on today? Do you need to go to work?” he asked, and I shook my head.

“Nope, just going to meet up with your sister this afternoon to start finding a wedding dress,” I told him, and he kissed the back of my neck.

“Soooo… your morning is free then?” he wondered, making lazy circles around my nipple with his index finger. I giggled and made him grab my breast, folding my hand over his so he didn’t have a choice in the matter.

“It is. I was thinking about taking a shower. Would you care to take one with me?” I offered. When he didn’t say anything, I looked over my shoulder to see him nodding enthusiastically. I giggled. “Well, we should probably get out of bed then. And it would be wonderful if you could point me in the direction of said shower.”

“It’s right over there,” he said, gesturing with his hand to the wall directly across from the foot of the bed. I hadn’t realized the previous night that there was a doorknob in the middle of the black wall covered in leather whips.

I got out of bed, ignoring his complaints to stay there, and reached for the doorknob, pulling the door open. Inside, was an ensuite bathroom with a shower large enough to fit us and six of our closest friends if we wanted. The white walls and soft blue and green glass tiles of the shower were a stark contrast to the décor of the bedroom it was attached to. I could hardly believe it was in the same house.

I looked over my shoulder at Gio as he climbed out of bed.

“Really? No black bathroom?”

“I like to keep you guessing,” he joked and came up behind me to pull me into him again. I closed my eyes and let myself embrace the moment. No more worries, no more stress. It was just us, and we worked well together.

I reached for his hand and pulled him into the bathroom. I continued to hold it as I walked over to the faucet of the shower stall and turned it on, dodging the stream of water that poured down over my head instantly. I let out a yell of shock, not having expected the water to be coming from the ceiling too. Apparently, there were multiple shower heads in the bathroom. Good to know.

Gio laughed at me and reached for the water so he could splash it in my face. I scowled at him.

“You could have told me!” I cried, taking a handful of water and throwing it at him. He didn’t flinch at the cold water, just closed his eyes.

“Where would the fun in that be?” he asked, looking completely unashamed.

“Oh, you want fun?” I asked, getting closer so I could take both his hands in mine. “I’ll give you fun.”

I pulled him into the stream of water and went down on my knees in front of him, placing my face near his cock. Instantly, Gio stilled, his body going rigid with tension again. I looked up at him and smiled, seeing he was looking down at me. I reached for his cock, taking his hard length into my hands. I slowly began to rub him up and down, squeezing him gently as the water fell over us. He put his head back, and I could hear the soft moan in his throat.

When he wasn’t looking, I bent forward and pushed his cock all the way down my throat as far as he would go. I still had about two inches I couldn’t reach, but the slew of swears he hissed out told me he was okay with that. I chuckled, and that made his body tense even more. The vibration of my voice on his dick made him put his hands in my now wet hair and grip handfuls of it, steadying himself.

“Fuck, Victoria….” he growled, and I began moving my mouth up and down on him, sliding him in and out with ease. He gripped my head like he was using me as an anchor, making sure he didn’t drift away.

I reached up and cupped his balls in one hand while keeping the other hand on the length of him I couldn’t fit in my mouth. I fondled and jerked him until I felt the grip in my hair tighten and his body grow more rigid. I could see all the muscles in his abs, all eight of them, as his body begged for release.

“Victoria… if you don’t stop… I’m going to…”

I gave his balls an extra squeeze and shoved him as far as I could down my throat.

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