Page 31 of Borrowed Bride

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MARCO

The next few days are spent trying to find out who that strange woman is, and why Leonardo is so convinced she is my sister. I showed the picture to my father but there was no recognition in his eyes when he looked at her. That ruled out a secret sister running around. Emilia didn’t recognize her either, and after a few days of chasing my tail, I decided the only plan was to beat it out of Leonardo.

The problem was, he was in hiding. Either he knew he was sending me on a wild goose chase, or he was smart enough to know I’d rather talk with my fists. Either way, my search for the strange woman turned into a search for Leonardo with my best people on it.

All I had to do was wait. And I’m not a patient man.

Luckily, when I headed to bed that night, there was the perfect distraction two doors down.

I knock once and enter swiftly to find Gianna lounging on her bed with her face buried in her laptop. She’s been busy on that thing ever since she got it, and I’m happy she’s found something to keep her busy, but I’d much rather it was me.

“What’s wrong?” Gianna closes the laptop and slides it out of the way as I approach her.

“Take off your clothes.”

She narrows her eyes. “No foreplay?”

“This is the foreplay. Take off your clothes before I rip them off.”

Gianna, wearing only a light pajama top and shorts, folds her arms across her chest. “I think I’d rather you ripped them off,” she states.

I accept.

I tackle her onto the bed and she squeals, laughing as I shove her down and claim her smiling mouth in a deep kiss. Her hands slide into my hair and pull sharply, so I return the favor. The light fabric of her sleepwear is no match for my strength, and with a strong pull in either direction, her sleek top rips at the seams.

Gianna giggles as the loose fabric falls away, exposing her bare breasts to my wandering hands. I grip both mounds tightly, squeezing her nipples between my knuckles and shoving my tongue into her mouth. She moans loudly, but when I pull back to rip off her shorts, Gianna immediately scrambles away with a squeal.

I catch her by the ankle and drag her back toward me, earning another delighted squeal as she rolls onto her stomach, kicking out at me.

Flipping her back over is too easy, and I grasp the waistband of her shorts, bunching up the fabric and pulling up until the seam between her legs presses firmly up against her pussy. Gianna gasps and yelps but I keep pulling until the fabric is bunched tight between the lips of her gorgeous pussy.

“Where do you think you are going?” I growl, grasping her jaw.

Gianna’s eyes sparkle up at me, and she playfully bites at my nose. “Can’t make it too easy for you, can I?” she grins.

Fuck. Thiswoman.

I jerk hard at her shorts, and as Gianna yelps loudly, the fabric finally rips, and her shorts fall to pieces in my fists, leaving her naked and flushed before me. Her chest heaves as she pants and then spreads her legs wide, exposing her glistening pussy.

I’m a simple man, and I can’t resist.

I crawl over her, shedding my clothes as I kiss up her body until I’m as naked as she is, then I slide up onto my knees, grab her by the hair, and thrust my cock deep into her mouth.

Gianna slots into the role immediately and she clutches at my thighs.

She bobs her head up and down the shaft, choking softly each time she takes me deep into her throat. As she’s lying on her side with her head in my lap, I graze my fingers down her waist and settle them between her legs. Thrusting them into her deep, silken heat, Gianna jerks and moans deeply, then chokes once more on my length. Her throat closes around my cock like a glove and I groan deeply.

I can’t stand it for long. When my hand is soaked in her juices and my cock throbs in time to my heartbeat, I release her. Gianna is right with me when I reach for the condom and she tears the foil with her teeth, then slides the silicone into her mouth. Dipping down, she uses her tongue and lips to apply the condom, then she flops back onto the bed with a grin.

Her face is flushed, her eyes bright as I enter her swiftly with a loud cry that mingles with her eager moan. Her legs wrap around my waist and I slide my arms around her body, hauling her up into my lap. With my hands up her back to grip her shoulders, I start to fuck her hard, which draws an immediate scream of lust from her throat.

I hold her tight, I fuck her hard, and Gianna comes apart in my arms. She claws at my back with her nails, bites my shoulder with her teeth, and tosses her head back each time the pleasure gets too much. I think of nothing other than driving my cock as deep as I can inside her, fucking all my work frustrations into her with grunts.

She comes within a few thrusts, but I don’t stop because I’m not done. Gianna moans openly, whimpering without pause, and in between marking up my back, she pulls hard at my hair and drags my head back so she can kiss me and fight for dominance over my mouth.

I give her that as I pound her pussy until my thighs throb and my back aches.

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