Page 18 of Sal Gabrini: Man on Fire

But Sal was wasting his time. Robby and the boys had already beaten him to a pulp as it was, and now Sal’s beat down was doing no good either. And that only enraged Sal. And when he was enraged, he was dangerous.

Gemma watched Sal’s face as he continued to beat on that man until he saw white meat. But even then he was still punching, still ordering him to give up the name, with blood squirting out everywhere, as if there was no end in sight to Sal’s brutality. As if he wasn’t stopping from taking every ounce of aggression he had deep within his troubled soul out on that one individual.

Until that individual was no more.

And Sal still got more licks in.

It was Robby who had to grab at Sal’s arm, not to pull him back, but just to remind him that he was human and the man he was hitting was human too. Or at least used to be.

It was jarring for Gemma to witness Sal so brutal, but she was no newbie. She knew it went with the territory of being a mob boss in a business you couldn’t quit even if you wanted to. Sal was in it for life. This was his life. And because there was no getting out of it alive, he had to protect this life. And because Gemma agreed to marry him after much trepidation about this very lifestyle, it was her life now too.

When Sal stood back up, still attempting to regulate his breathing, he suddenly remembered that Gemma was in his car. And had a ringside seat to his brutality. Blood was still on his hands, there was no hiding it, as he stared at the woman who, by all rights, should leave his ass.

He felt less than a dog looking at Gemma.

He felt ashamed that he was the great Sal Gabrini, the powerful boss that wouldn’t hurt a flea. Unless you crossed him.

CHAPTER EIGHT

Sal had been in the shower for nearly an hour trying to scrub himself clean again. The blood on his hands had long since washed away. It was the blood on his mind, on his soul, on his spirit that he couldn’t clean enough. But he kept on trying.

Gemma had taken a tub bath and gone to bed long before Sal even thought about getting out of that shower. Because even after he was tired from scrubbing so hard, he remained under the water tab allowing the water to cascade all over his body. He wasn’t a kid anymore. He didn’t know how many more of these beat downs he could handle. Because every beat down beat him down too.

He finally got out of the shower, dried off, and made his way into their bedroom. And that was when he saw Gemma.

She had fallen asleep on her stomach. She had had a long day too and that trauma his stupid ass put her through by taking her to that deep cover safe house with him didn’t help. But he felt he had to get her away from Curry. And he still didn’t know what happened to his shipment, which only made him question if any of it was worth it after all. It was a bad night all around.

And despite all of that, his dick was getting hard just looking at Gemma. So hard that he had to start rubbing it to pacify it. Because nobodyturned him on like Gemma’s body did. Although their satin sheets were partially covering her nakedness, most of her was completely exposed. And what an exposure it was!

Sal walked over, removed the part of the sheets that did cover her, and got on the bed kissing her neck and her back and her ass. He went to town on her tight ass. So much so that Gemma began to moan. And when he moved further down, between her thighs, Gemma woke up.

Sal was eating the shit out of her, as if she was a five-star meal, and Gemma, even though she was still groggy, couldn’t help but enjoy every second of it.

But when he turned her onto her back and then moved on top of her, and she saw the tiredness and the pain in his eyes, she stopped him and moved him ontohisback. This man gave and gave and gave. Even at that safe house, it fell on him to stop that guy in his tracks. It always fell on Sal.

But not with her. Not tonight.

With Sal on his back, Gemma moved down and began giving him the kind of oral nobody could give to him but her. Because she didn’t rush it. She didn’t try to show him how “expert” she was. She just took it nice and slow and sweet. As if she didn’t hate his salt taste, but loved it. As if she didn’t want to just get it over with, but wanted him to relax and enjoy what she had to offer.

Sal couldn’t stop moaning and groaning as he did her. They were at home on their own wing. Lucky and Marie slept in their own rooms on the other wing, far from their bedroom. But sometimes he wondered if he was still too loud whenever Gemma did him. Because it relaxed him so much, and made him feel so loved, that he kept making loud groans as he melted in her love.

He knew she was tired too, and had been traumatized by his own actions, but that never stopped her from going above and beyond her wifely duties to him. Gemma looked out for him. All his life he had been the man looking out. But Gemma turned the tables on his ass and gave all she had to him.

His dick was paying close attention to her gift, and he knew, within minutes, he was going to cum. That was why, after nearly fifteen minutes of nothing but Gemma relaxing and enticing him, he had to put a stop to it before he came in her mouth.

He lifted her all the way up along his rock-hard body and then, once she was completely on top of him, he began rubbing her ass with a tender rub and then eased his dick inside of her wetness. And they began a long, slow fuck.

But as they did, and as Gemma moaned and groaned to his gyrations, he couldn’t stop thinking about the way Mason Curry looked at her. And the way Jimmy said Curry had kissed her. And he couldn’t help himself.

He still rubbed her sweet, tight ass tenderly, but he also began giving her small slaps on that ass the more he thought about her with Curry. And he couldn’t stop himself. He’d squeeze it and slap it and rub it tenderly again.

At first Gemma assumed it was a part of his passion. It was how Sal did her sometimes. But he’d never showed that part of his passion for as long as he was doing her. And even as they were getting nearer to cumming, Sal’s slaps and squeezes were getting harder and harder. It still didn’t dawn on Gemma that it wasn’t just love pats because she was in her passion, too, and could concentrate on nothing else but her own orgasm.

She came, even as Sal continued to pump into her harder and harder, on the verge of cumming too.

But after her orgasm had eased, and Sal was still pumping his ass off, his slaps and squeezes were far outnumbering his tender rubs. So much so that they were beginning to hurt. So much so that she finally said something.

“That hurts, Sal,” she said as he continued pumping and slapping and squeezing away.

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