Page 43 of The Sicilian Brotherhood I

We picked up where we’d left off, his hands running from my cheek down to my waist where he squeezed my flesh gently and then pulled me close to him, holding me firm.

“I want you,” he whispered, “I want you almost more than I want that damn diamond.”

He peeled my shirt off and I allowed him to. My shoulders and collarbone jutted out from my thin frame. He reached behind my back and exposed my smallish breasts to the cool air in the basement. He gripped the small of my back as he kissed me again, allowing these kisses to trail down my neck and then down to my breasts.

Once his lips had pleasures my dark brown nipples until they stood hard at attention and desperate for more, he hoisted me off the ground. I wrapped my legs around him as he carried me with ease to our bed. He lay me down and climbed between my legs.

The force of his weight pressing into me and the visible signs of his arousal throbbing against my leg sent surges of pleasure through my body, directly to the apex of my thighs which now longed for him.

I snaked my hand down to his pants and slipped it inside, wrapping my palms around his hardness and stroking him until he grew so hard I thought he’d burst through the denim. He reached to unbuckle his pants and pulled it off his thighs, tossing it across the room.

He resumed kissed me and worked me out of my jeans and then my underwear. He pressed a cold, rough hand against my wetness and I shivered. He smirked as I squirmed beneath him and he pressed a finger between my pussy lips, revealing the truth of my arousal.

He massaged my wetness until his fingers were coated with my juices and then he licked me off of him. He pulled a condom on over his hardness and this time, there was nothing to stop us. Sleeping with Giac might have been a bad idea, but damn it didn’t feel that way with his girth pressed up against me, threatening only pleasure.

He started to press his hardness into me and I gasped as his sizable head worked its way past my entrance. His tongue caressed my neck as he worked his way inside me another inch and I gasped again. I’d never felt my tightness so filled and he hadn’t even entered me completely. The thickness was what took getting used to.

For every inch of length, his hardness only grew thicker and by the time he had pressed into me up to the hilt, I was gasping for breath and clutching his large back to brace myself from the sensations building up between my legs.

He started to move into me and then I lost control. Perhaps I’d lost control the moment I’d first allowed this dangerous Sicilian gangster to kiss me. He gripped my hips and thrust into me. He clapped a hand to my mouth when he noticed a scream about to escape my lips. I moaned into his hand, which muffled the sound enough for us to go unnoticed.

He continued to thrust and pump into me until I was exhaling loudly through my nose and approaching an earth-shattering climax. My muscles grew hot. My head felt lighter as I cried out into Giacomo’s palm and writhed beneath him as I climaxed. The heat in my core spread to every inch of my body and I exploded beneath him.

Giac entered me hard and fast now. Lust took over and forced him to pump between my legs with animalistic fervor.

He released his grip on my mouth and I whimpered, “Yes… Take me…”

My words, whimpered breathily in the heat of the moment drove his passion over the brink and he grunted, finishing inside the thin piece of rubber separating the two of us. The separation was illusory really. We’d just changed our dynamic, changed the way we’d look at each other and changed our purpose together.

He pulled out of me and lay on his back, staring at the ceiling and scowling.

I nuzzled against his chest and he allowed me to without resistance.

“What is it?”

“I’m wondering if I should have done that,” he whispered.

“Yes,” I replied, pressing my palm against his chest, almost afraid of how he’d respond if I tried to get any closer.

He had walls up around him that were too high for me to ever hope to break down. The best I could hope for was this. He had more than a dark past. He had a dark present and there was no breaking through that. There never would be. After a few more moments of silence, he commanded me, “Get dressed and come back to bed.”

I obeyed him, putting on my clothes and then slipping into bed next to him.

“I need to go be with my men.”

“For the night?”

“No,” he replied, “For a few hours. I’ll come back. I promise.”

He didn’t kiss me goodbye, and I had no reason to expect he would, just a hidden desire that turned into a pang of longing when he left without ceremony. I lay in bed alone for a long time, unable to sleep and unable to confront Skye upstairs again. In her mind, I’d chosen sides.

My only question was, had she?

After waiting up for a few hours, I did fall asleep and when I awoke, early in the morning before dawn, Giacomo lay next to me. He slept lightly and as I moved in bed, he woke up, gripping my wrist tightly.

“Good morning,” he whispered.

He relaxed his grip once he realized who I was and where we were, sleepily opening his blue eyes to the day.

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