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  Giovanni smirked. “You’ve had your fun, Jay. And since you’ve regained your energy, now it’s my turn to have fun. Time for my revenge. Are you ready?”

  “No, I’m not ready for your revenge. Let me go, boss.” She struggled against him some more, her body wrapped, twisted and molded with his. Her action only heightened his desire to unleash the dormant beast inside him.

  Her body, which was so soft and malleable against his, turned his mind to a pool of liquid. He wanted to do so many wicked things with her. And to make sure he could do that, he tied her up, her hands bound together to the bedpost.

  “Boss. Boss,” she panted when her strength gave way. “You said you’d be gentle with me. Why are you tying me up?”

  “Oh, Jay. You’ve got it all wrong.” He caressed her cheek again and unraveled that white bedsheet from around her body, revealing one breast, two, and then her wet pussy. He licked his lips. The taste was still too sweet in his mouth. He wanted more.

  He flipped his eyes to her again and pressed his forehead against hers. With a husky voice, he whispered, “I was gentle with you, Jay. I have fulfilled my promise to you. But now it’s my turn. I’m going to gobble you up. Chomp you into little bite-size pieces, so not a single crumb is left.”

  “You make me sound like I’m your snack,” she rasped, every breath a choking effort on her part.

  Giovanni chuckled again. “Yes, Jay. You’re my midnight snack. Or more like, my midnight dessert.”

  “Boss, please don’t say things like that.” She shyly looked away. “I’m embarrassed.”

  He chuckled again and teased her, and then he traced his finger all the way to her wet pussy, pushing one finger in.

  Jay jerked back from his touch, scooting her butt back by three inches.

  “Boss…” She panted, surprised. “Please don’t...”

  He pushed a bit deeper, this time with two fingers. She was hot inside, like a furnace radiating heat.

  “Boss… ahhh...” She drummed against him.

  At last. He’d found her spot.

  “Boss. Please... ahhh... I can’t... stop...”

  “That’s good, Jay. Really good.” He whispered softly in her ear. “More of that sound. You’re making me so hard.”

  “Please, boss. Stop it with those fingers. I’m not... I’m feeling hot...”

  “Good. That’s the whole purpose, Jay. I want you to feel fucking hot so we can do it again.”

  “Boss... mmmm... ugghhhh...” And suddenly he went in for the dive. “Ahhh...” she cried out in ecstasy. “Not there. Please. Not there.”

  But it had to be there. He’d wanted to taste her essence again. And now that she was fully awake, with legs spread out, revealing that soft, delicate pussy, he took action.

  He lapped at her essence, licking all her honey. She wedged her butt off the bed, buckling as each lick of his tongue sent another shivering sensation down her spine.

  Giovanni knew he was the one who had this effect on her, and he smirked, wanting to inflict more of this pleasure on her. So, he bathed attention on her breast, licking his way up her flat belly, sucking and swirling his tongue along her hypersensitive skin. When he reached her breasts, he squeezed them. Taking one nipple into his mouth, he lightly grazed, then bit that small nub between his teeth.

  His little Jennifer arched her back again and moaned out his name.

  His Jennifer. She was his Jennifer. And there was no fucking way he’d allow any other man to touch her. Not in this life or the next.

  She might not be experienced in the art of fucking, but he’d sure teach her all the basic skills to please him. And he had his whole life to teach her, because Jay would belong to him for the rest of his life.

  Giovanni was so overjoyed by this thought he kissed the living hell out of her neck, to mark her as his woman. If he were a wolf, Jay would now be his mate. His scent was now on her. And he was pleased when he drew back to inspect his work, a dark-red spot was already evident. His mark, this hickey.

  What did she feel like at that moment? Was she bound by this explicit desire, too? Because he was stuck in a realm of passion. No longer could he differentiate where reality finished and fantasy started. He needed her to understand how he felt, too, this explosion of fireworks in his mind.

  His dick increased in size, large and long, like a spear pointing toward her. He’d had her once. But that wasn’t enough. He needed more, wanted more. He wanted to bury his dick right in the crevice of her tight pussy, pushing and thrusting until the fire in his eyes ignited into sharp, white flames. He wanted to come inside her, spill his seed inside her, but he knew she wasn’t protected. He cursed at himself, remembering he must wear a condom.

  He was lucky the first time he took her, he went slow and prepared a condom in advance. Now, everything was a haze in his mind. All he wanted to do was pound his cock deep inside her without a second thought. But he must remember that Jay wasn’t one of those easy fucks. She was his precious little Jennifer, and he had to take it slow, even for their second time.

  Giovanni rolled off her and grabbed another package of condoms. Quickly rolling it on his cock, he stopped in mid-action when her soft voice floated into his mind. “Boss. Please.”

  Giovanni flicked his eyes to her. She was begging him, her eyes glassy and large like a little doe. Her legs were spread wide like a fucking goddess offering herself to him. Her essence leaked out of her pussy, that place where he licked and fucked with his tongue and fingers.

  “My sweet little Jennifer. You’re driving me fucking insane.” He grabbed her face between his palms and crushed her lips with his kiss.

  “Boss.” She mewed after he drew back.

  “Call me Gio… Gio, handsome boy, like before,” he asked her, desperation in his voice.

  She lolled her head around, mind in another realm, too far gone to understand what he asked. “I... I don’t remember calling you that.”

  He brought her back to reality, shaking her and kissing her hard on those lips again. With lust-filled eyes, he said, “You did. The first time I took you, you said my name. You called me Gio, handsome boy. Call me that again.”

  “I...” She shook her head again, eyes hot and bright. “I don’t remember.”

  Maybe she’d recalled something from their past. That was why she’d used that phrase to call him. But even if she didn’t remember, he wanted to at least satisfy his fantasy.

  “Please,” he begged again. Giovanni never begged for anything. Even when Rocco Bianca cursed him and kicked him out of the house, he didn’t beg a cent from that man. But with Jay, for her to say “Gio, handsome boy,” that was his lifeline.

  “Gio, handsome boy.” She panted.

  Giovanni smiled, heart overwhelmed with joy, and he kissed her hard. Finally satisfied, he pulled back, wrapping the condom on his engorged cock. He milked it, readying it for the grand entrance.

  He managed to slip the head in before Jay cried out. “Boss.”

  It was like that the first time, too. Jay was just too fucking tight. They’d need to do it more often to loosen her up.

  “Gio, handsome boy.” He reminded her. “Say it,” he grunted, sweat forming on his forehead and he pushed in a little farther.

  “Gio, handsome boy. Please...”

  “My little Jennifer. Are you begging me to fuck you faster, or to go slower?” He teased her, licking the sweat forming on her upper lip. She was fucking beautiful and oh-so-fucking delicious.

  His cock grew even larger as he went in deeper. He knew it hurt Jay to even breathe, so he smoothed her hair and told her to breathe through her nose. Jay obeyed, breathing slowly with shallow gasps.

  “Does it still hurt?” he asked.

  “No. You’re just so full inside me.”

  “That’s my girl.” he chuckled, and thrust another few inches into her.

  Jay softened against him.

  “Jennifer. My little Jennifer.” It started slow, and then he slammed right into her. He
couldn’t control himself any longer. The dormant beast inside him, his savage self, came forth.

  “Ungaahh... ah... hah...” she cried in response to his harsh fucking.

  Giovanni frowned, holding himself back once more. He slowed down, and petted her hair gently. Even after their first time, she wasn’t used to this.

  Warm breath escaped her lips, fanning his face. “Boss. God! Help!”

  “You’re all right, Jay. I want to give you pleasure. You’ll feel the pleasure. I promise.”

  And soon Jay did feel the pleasure, as she brought her legs to wrap around his naked butt and rocked with him. Thrust after thrust, stroke after stroke, she synced her action with his.

  “Ahh... ummm... ugghh... I...” She shook her head again, clamping her mouth shut. “Please, boss. I can’t hold on.”

  “Hold on. Don’t come until I tell you to.”

  He counted to ten. One... two... three...

  The seconds ticked by. Faster and faster. Each stroke turned to lightning speed. He held her tight as they rode the wave together. Suddenly, they reached their destination, bright fireworks exploding in front of his eyes.

  Jay came first, convulsing beneath him. Giovanni took his time, watching his woman finally sated. Then he came, finally collapsing on top of her as the wave hit him.

  Her essence leaked out of her after their intense climax. In a dash, he picked her up and carried her to the bathroom, straight into the shower stall.

  “Where are you taking me, boss?” she asked tiredly, in her seductive voice.

  “To wash you up,” he said quietly. His cock hardened as soon as he heard her speak.

  Fuck!

  Giovanni stood her up, but because her legs were so tired, she collapsed in his arms.

  He sat her on the edge of the tub. Running a bubble bath, he settled her inside, resting her head onto his chest as he got in, too.

  “Boss...” she murmured quietly, head lolled back to look him in the eye. Those eyes heated up, glazed over with passion when his hands washed her sensitive skin, her nipples, her belly, and her pussy.

  “You sure know how to drive a man crazy,” Giovanni let out. He spun her around and thrust his cock inside her again. He pounded into her this time, without reservation. Fierce and hot, like a panther chasing his little bunny rabbit. After another intense climax, she collapsed in his arms again.

  “Boss, I’m tired.” She laid her head on his shoulder.

  “It’s all right, Jay. I won’t take you again. I’m just washing you up. We’ll sleep after this.”

  He quietly washed her hair and rubbed strawberry soap onto her body. Once done, he hauled her in his arms and gently laid her on the bed, nestling her small body close against him.

  “Boss, are we finished? I’m so tired.” She complained again, tucking her head automatically into the crook of his neck.

  He patted her hair, smoothing the strands with his fingers. “Yes, Jay. We’re finished for the night. Go to sleep.”

  “Boss,” she murmured quietly, eyes already closing. “I don’t think I could be your lover. I don’t have the strength to keep up with your appetite. I’m going back to being your maid. Forget about adding that lover bit to the... contract.”

  Giovanni chuckled quietly as she fell asleep in his arms. “You sure yack a mile a minute, Jay.” He caressed her softly. “But it’s too late for that now, my little Jennifer.” A single tear drop slid from his eyes. He quickly wiped it away. He hugged her close against him, feeling that warmth seeping into his bones again. “I’m already addicted to your warmth. I’m not letting you go back to being my maid again.”

  And with this, he fell asleep, too, in the arms of the girl who thawed his cold heart.

  Chapter 14

  Capturing the Mafia’s Heart

  I had a dream. It was the most amazing and delicious dream I’d ever had. Last night, I ate that chocolate cake I’d always wanted. And it was beyond what I’d expected. Delicious, addictive, and totally irresistible.

  But something didn’t feel right this morning. I was nestled too closely, my body feeling too warm to be considered normal. And why was my bed so big? It almost felt like I was sleeping on a bed of clouds, my body floating in the sky.

  Actually, that might be the reason I felt so comfortable. Warmth. Peace. And a sense of belonging, like I was meant to sleep on this bed.

  I fluttered my eyes open, slowly and carefully, just enough to get my first glimpse of my surroundings. And I started to screamed. But before the sound came out of my mouth, I clamped it shut.

  I was totally dreaming. There was no way this handsome and totally captivating mafia boss was sleeping in my bed.

  I shook my head and blinked three times. The image in front of me didn’t disappear. In fact, the more I blinked, the more the situation dawned on me. I was in bed, sleeping with Giovanni, my mafia boss.

  Holy cupcake! What was Giovanni doing in my bed? Or more accurately, what was I doing in his bed? No wonder I had a wonderful dream last night. Of eating chocolate cake.

  Chocolate cake my backside.

  Giovanni was fast asleep. His breathing was even. My curious hand had a mind of its own. It went to cup his cheek.

  What was I doing? I should get out of this bed pronto, before the boss caught me red-handed. But no, my stupid curious self just had to satisfy my curiosity.

  A small piece of my inner self wanted to know what it was like to touch his cheek, to feel his temple and heartbeat against my palm.

  A smile broadened my mouth as my fingers traced his jawline. It was slightly rough, but oh so manly.

  I’d never been this close to a man before, sleeping beside one, feeling one’s cheek. Crispin was close, but I never had the liberty to explore, nor had the desire to touch him this way.

  There was something about Giovanni that drew me in, again and again. I knew my heart was totally captivated by him. He was everything I’d ever dreamed of.

  But I knew my dream was about to turn into a nightmare. A person like Giovanni, a mafia boss, the most fearsome man in the whole of New York City, the most captivating and alluring man in the state of New York—now why would he want to sleep with me, his maid? It didn’t make sense. So, I had to leave, before he woke up.

  I crawled out slowly, careful as not to wake him up. I was so excited when my foot hit the carpet. But my excitement died a sudden death when my body was hauled back, slamming into a wall-of-steel chest. Large, masculine arms then wrapped around my middle section.

  I screamed and floundered about, wanting to be released from this alluring man.

  A loud chuckle erupted from his chest.

  “Boss. What are you doing? Let me go.” I gripped his fingers, trying to unclasp them from me, but he was strong, holding me imprisoned until I was breathless.

  “Holding you, Jay,” he whispered in my ear, paralyzing my body. “So you won’t escape again.”

  “I’m not going anywhere.” Turning slowly, I took in his image.

  Big mistake. He was so raw this morning, his features all hard edges. When I first viewed him in his sleeping form, he was so subdued, but now, he was all man, virile, to the point it took my breath away.

  I inhaled a massive amount of oxygen to calm my nerves. It wasn’t every day I woke up in the bed of a man I’d been dreaming about. Not to mention he was also naked. And I was sitting on his lap.

  “Boss.” I chuckled uneasily, trying my best to dissipate the nervous tension in my belly. “You can let me go now. I’m going back to my room.”

  “I’m not letting you go back to your room.” He gripped me firmer. “From now on, you sleep here, in my bed.”

  That declaration took me by surprise.

  I must be delusional. That must be it. No way was Giovanni saying he wanted me to stay in his room and sleep in his bed. I was still dreaming.

  “Please tell me I didn’t do anything to you. Like tie you up to a bed, because that’s what I remembered.”

  “Ha-ha-
ha.” Giovanni chuckled again. “You sure did more than that. Want me to give you a clue?”

  “I don’t want to know. Just tell me I wasn’t dreaming about me sleeping in your bed.”

  “You did sleep in my bed,” was his blunt reply.

  “Oh God. No. I was dreaming. It was all in my dream. How is it even possible? It doesn’t make sense.” I was hysterical, randomly spouting out nonsense even my mind couldn’t comprehend. But the thought of sleeping in bed and doing intimate things with Giovanni, the mafia boss, that was beyond belief to a normal girl like me.

  Shift. Jerk. Shove.

  One minute I was sitting in his lap; the next I was beneath him, his eyes boring straight into mine. Giovanni had pushed me down, and now I was at his mercy.

  “You didn’t dream last night, Jay. We fucked,” he said this sentence with a straight face. “And I kissed you. Like this.”

  I was unprepared for that kiss. It was intoxicating. It was mind blowing. It sent electric pulses up my spine. My lips became numb after a while. I knew then I was poisoned by his kiss, wanting more when he gave me only a little.

  When he pulled back, I cradled his neck and exerted more force until his lips were sealed to mine again. I was a bad girl. A really bad girl who wanted to taste more of this mafia boss. After a short time, we separated.

  I squeezed my eyes shut. I couldn’t look at him. Not after I’d committed that bold act. Also, I was afraid I’d fall for him all over again. I was already in love with him. To fall for him even deeper would guarantee my heart a lifetime of misery.

  It was my own fault. If I hadn’t wanted to taste the chocolate cake so much, I wouldn’t be stuck in this predicament, half way between his maid and possibly his lover.

  I fluttered my eyes open and saw him. He was still staring at me, his gaze penetrating deep into my soul. His fingers lightly caressed my lips, sending quivers of butterflies swarming in my belly.

  Giovanni was a wolf. He was one devilish wolf out to destroy my innocent heart.

  But the fact still remained. Why did he want to sleep with me last night? It would be okay if I were his lover, but what was I to him?