Page 12 of Borrowed Bride

She lurches forward and throws herself into my arms, clashing our mouths together in a heated kiss that takes me completely off guard. Her teeth sink into my lower lip, sparking the heat of pain while her hands clutch at my neck and slide into my dark hair.

“Enough talk,” Gianna gasps. “Fuck me already!”

I don’t need to be asked twice.

I kick the door close and wind one arm around her waist. We only make it as far as the wooden dresser before she’s hoisting her dress up to her waist and biting my lip harder. I thrust my tongue into her mouth, grab a handful of her hair, and shove her against the dresser.

She moans deeply and rakes her nails across my neck, creating trails of heat over my skin.

My cock swells immediately and desire punches through my gut. Gianna pulls on my hair, then uses that grip to crash our mouths together once more.

I can’t resist. I feel powerless in the best way.

Spinning her around the dresser, I push her down hard against it while pulling her dress higher with my other hand. She’s already ahead of me with her underwear by her ankles. My cock is ready to burst right out of my pants.

Raising one hand, I slap the perfectly round bubble of her ass, and her moan pitches; then she lifts her head and glances back at me as I wrestle with my belt and zipper.

“Wait—condom,” she gasps. “No condom, no pussy.”

Snorting in amusement, I grant her the request just this once and locate a condom in the bedside drawer.

She turns to face me when I approach her, cock stiff in my hand. With deft fingers, she tears the foil and slides the condom on with one movement that makes my cock jump, and my balls ache.

“Fucking hell,” I grunt, shoving Gianna back against the dresser. She lands with a thump. The drawers clatter, and all the items on top—cologne and a few porcelain decorations–-jump in response.

“Easy,” I growl, draping myself against her. Sliding one arm around her waist, I pull her close and Gianna moans. She rises up and tips her head back onto my shoulder, giving me an opening to kiss her again as I thrust my cock deep inside her soaked pussy.

Three thrusts and I’m fully sheathed inside her. She moans openly with each thrust, then whimpers when we’re pressed firmly together.

I kiss her deeply, and our tongues dance together, weaving silent music between our breathy gasps and whimpers.

I fuck her hard and fast, pouring all my early frustration into each thrust. It works wonders, especially when each thrust punches a moan of delight out of Gianna. Her hot skin burns against my own, and sweat trickles down my back as my muscles tense. Each slam of my hips shoves her against the dresser. Bottles clatter to the ground, knocked clean off while Gianna’s hands scramble over the dresser, seeking something to hold on to.

In the end, she grips my arm and her nails cut me as I fuck her harder and harder.

We come together, and Gianna screams out her pleasure, a sexy sound cut off by how hard her body trembles and shakes in my arms. I pump deep inside her and keep her against me as pleasure overtakes me in a wave.

Holy shit.

Today has been the most unexpected day, but I like this change.

If Gianna is this dedicated to the part, the next part of the plan will be a breeze.

5

GIANNA

The next few days are a whirlwind. As a girl used to her privacy and keeping to the shadows, I’m suddenly under the constant watchful eye of two guards who become my shadows at Marco’s request.

“No wife of mine walks around without protection,” he told me one morning while straightening his tie and looking impossibly smug. “Where you go, they go. Try to give them the slip, and I’ll lock you in here.”

His tone was clear, and I fully believe he will lock me up if I cause trouble. However, rather than taking his promise as a threat, I chose to take it as a challenge. What better way to learn the secrets of the Barrone family than to learn how to give them the slip?

So, I agreed to play along. He wasn’t kidding when he told me they would be everywhere. I tried to talk to them, but they were stoic and silent. It took me two days to learn their names: Anton and Ben. They moved when I moved, walked through the manor in circles without complaint when I was testing their reaction time, and even stood like knights outside of the room Marco prepared for me.

I hadn’t expected my own room but I am grateful. It reduces the risk of me giving in to such carnal temptations like I did my first night here.

There was something about how Marco spoke and the thrill of knowing my presence was going to throw the entire Mafia into turmoil that just turned me on so much. And Marco was right there. An attractive asshole. If I was trapped with him for now, putting his dick to use would entertain me.

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