Taboo Flames (The Sicilian Sins #2)

Chapter 7

CHAPTER 7

Aurora

I went to work today to tie up a few loose ends. The studio is booked until the end of the summer, and I can’t just cut classes off abruptly, so I made a well-organized plan to start one of the short and less complicated dance lessons.

This way, I can easily close up the studio at a moment’s notice, and the kids can still practice on their own and get a hang of it. I’m exhausted after a day of wrangling young, over-energized kids, but as soon as I step out of the studio and see Giovanni leaning against the side of his SUV, my exhaustion disappears like it was never there.

I take a moment to admire him.

He’s dressed more casually today in black suit pants and a navy cashmere sweater. Dark sunglasses shield his eyes and make him look untouchably sexy.

My attraction to him flares up with urgency, my body remembering every second of yesterday when he brought me to a screaming orgasm on the hood of his car.

I’m suddenly glad I had taken the time to shower after class and slip on something better than my yoga pants and T-shirt.

I approach him slowly, wishing I could see the expression in his eyes as he watches me.

“Hey,” I greet and smile at him. “Aren’t you a sight for sore eyes?”

“We had a deal, and I’m a man of my word.”

I wrestle back my annoyed frown. For a second there, I thought Giovanni was here because he missed me and my delightful company. He’s a champ in making a girl feel like shit.

“But the day’s half gone already,” I point out. “Twenty-four hours was the deal.”

He holds the passenger door open for me and grunts, “I know.”

“Does that mean we’re going to have a sleepover to complete the twenty-four hours?” I ask hopefully. “I don’t know how I feel about sharing the same bed with you, though, but I trust you’ll be a gentleman.”

Closing the passenger door, he moves around the car and slides into the driver’s seat before saying, “I don’t do sleepovers. Women never spend the night, so you can get that idea out of your head.”

I frown at him. “I wasn’t serious about the sleepover thing anyway. You’re a little too old for sleepovers.”

“Hmm,” he replies.

I roll my eyes at him. “Is that your lucky charm or something?”

“What?”

I drag my eyes pointedly to the chaplet wrapped around his wrist. I noticed it previously, but I never thought to ask about it until now.

“Your chaplet. Is it a lucky charm or just a fashion statement?”

His eyes drop down to the white beaded chaplet as if he hasn’t seen it before. When he looks at me again, his eyes are cold. “It’s none of your business,” he grouches.

“I’m beginning to have a problem with you treating me like I’m one of your men. I thought we were getting to know each other?”

“What gave you that impression?”

I grit my teeth in annoyance. “Whatever happened to my panties that you pilfered?”

At my words, amusement sparkles in his brown eyes. “So you think we’re buddies now just because you spread your legs for me like a cock-hungry whore?”

His words should make me angry, but instead, the cruel words go straight to my center and make my pussy pulse.

“I hope you’re not silly enough to think that what happened yesterday makes you special,” he says. “Now, are we going to sit in front of your studio all day, or is there somewhere in particular we’re supposed to be at?”

I huff. Giovanni can be a dick if he wants, but I have plans that’ll have him eating out of my palms. It is already clear that Gio’s body is in sync with my plans for him. I just have to find a way to get the rest of him in.

“Drive toward the A18. I’ll direct you.”

He doesn’t give me a reply, but he obediently turns on the car and pulls away from the parking lot, navigating through the quiet streets and into the busier roads with rush hour traffic.

As soon as we’re on the autostrade, I instruct him to keep on driving.

The drive takes about fifty minutes, and it is full of fraught silence, only broken by my occasional directions. Finally, the car comes to a stop on a large, unoccupied piece of land. Off to one side is a group of trees forming a kind of fence around the real treasure out here.

“What’s this place?” he asks as we get out of the car.

“It’s a surprise.”

“I don’t like surprises,” he grunts stonily.

I’m not even surprised. For most mafia men, surprises were never a good thing. It was either trouble or something far worse. I completely understand their reasons for wanting everything to be laid out and preplanned.

“You’ll like this one,” I say, and then, on second thought, I add, “Or maybe not.”

We walk toward the tree line, and I look over my shoulder to smile at Giovanni before walking into and past the tree line. We emerge on the other side into a sort of paradise.

My breath catches in my throat in awe. It doesn’t matter that I’ve been here a couple of times before. There was a guy I used to hang with in the past who had taken me here for a first date. I had fallen in love with the place immediately.

“Why are we here?” Giovanni asks.

I check to make sure that my instructions to spread out a blanket are carried out.

I turn to him with a naughty smile. “I’ve always wanted to have sex in a field.”

He looks me up and down. “You haven’t had enough of being an exhibitionist?”

“Nobody’s here but us,” I point out.

“I’m not interested,” he says offhandedly, then turns to leave.

“Why not?” I ask, stopping him in his tracks.

He turns back to look at me, his eyes narrowed dangerously. “Because, princess, you’re entirely too wrong for me, and I don’t want to cross any lines with you.”

I snort. “I hate to break it to you, but you’ve crossed the line by a whole mile. It’s a little too late to still be worrying about propriety. Not that I’d have taken you for someone who gave a single shit about the rules.”

“You’re right, I don’t,” he says. “But I have a type, and you’re not it.”

My heart pounds in my chest in panic. This isn’t how I thought this was going to go. I can feel him slipping away, and I have to do something.

I start unbuttoning the front buttons of my lilac romper.

“What are you doing?” he demands.

“What does it look like?” I shoot back. I push the straps of the cloth over my shoulders and let it pool at my feet. Then I kick off my sneakers. I’m left in just matching blue underwear.

His eyes sweep down my body slowly, but he remains unmoved.

I quickly unhook my bra and let it drop, then grab one hardened nipple and pinch it, letting out a moan.

One second, he’s standing several feet from me, and the next, he’s in front of me, grabbing me roughly by my ponytail and pushing me down to my knees. I smile victoriously.

Without giving him any time to change his mind, I undo his belt and zipper and pull out the thick, long length of his cock. My mouth waters at the sight of him.

I’ve been wanting to do this since the day I walked in on him pleasuring himself. I take a moment to admire the sight before me. The head of his cock is flushed a distinct purple, and he’s slightly curved to the right. Angry veins line the length of him.

My pussy clenches at the thought of this monstrous cock pushing into me. He’s too thick to fit. It looks like he can split me in half.

God, I just hope he doesn’t catch on to the fact that I haven’t done this before. I mean, I have sort of practiced, and I watched a lot of porn, but this is the first time I am ever taking a cock into my mouth.

Giovanni must have had tons of women do this to him. What if I’m terrible, and he stops me before I even begin?

“It’ll fit, and I’ll show you what to do,” he says as if he read my mind. My head snaps up in surprise. “Open your mouth for me, princess,” he grits out.

I part my lips obediently, and he drags the mushroom head against my lips, eyes staring down at me with rabid desire.

“Now lick the tip, baby.”

I stick out my tongue and lap at his slit.

“Fuck,” he grunts, his hands tightening painfully in my hair. Then, he places his hand above mine and directs them properly. Suddenly feeling brave, I wrap one hand around the base of his cock and take his head into my mouth, sucking lightly on it.

“You’re such a good little girl. You learn so fast. Now, don’t play with me. Suck it hard, princess.”

I ignore him in favor of trailing the thick vein on the underside of his shaft with my tongue. I’ve waited too long for this not to take my time now.

With my other hand, I cup his balls, kneading them while kissing every inch of his hard length.

My tongue darts out to lick the precum leaking from his slit, and I groan at the taste, which is a little bit salty and bitter. I want more.

I push him deeper into my mouth, trying to keep my jaw relaxed to take as much of him as possible. My mouth finally meets where my hand is wrapped around him. He bites out a curse as I start to bob my head, and then his control snaps like a glow stick. He pushes his hip back and thrusts into my mouth as I moan deeply in pleasure.

“I should have known the best way to shut you up was to give you something else to do with your mouth. I should have stuffed this mouth full of my cock from the beginning,” he growls. “You’d have liked that, wouldn’t you?”

I nod eagerly as he fucks my face wildly, his hips pumping frantically. My jaw is going to hurt like a bitch afterward, but I don’t mind. Right now, I’m too lost in the feeling of making Giovanni lose control again to worry about the aftermath.

“You want me to fuck your mouth and shoot my load down your throat, don’t you?”

I tilt my eyes to look up at him, answering with a nod and a throaty groan.

I feel his balls start to tighten, and he tenses. “God damn, princess. I’m going to cum. I want you to keep your mouth on me. Don’t stop sucking.”

I nod again.

But then he suddenly chuckles and says harshly, “Bad girls don’t get to swallow my cum.”

With a low grunt, he pulls out of my mouth amidst my moan of protest and wraps his hand around the base of his cock. Then, he spins me around roughly with his hand in my hair and pushes me down to the ground until I’m on all fours with him kneeling behind me.

Grabbing my panties in one hand, he rips them clean off my body before pushing my knees apart with his.

I arch my back, pushing my ass back as best as I can until I’m completely exposed to him. I can feel my wetness sliding down the inside of my thighs, and my nipples are now like bullets.

“You’re so wet,” he mutters, dragging one finger over my pussy and flicking my clit. I shiver, my body tense and achy with the immense desire to be filled.

He pushes one finger inside me, leisurely fucking me with it. Then he pulls it out and presses it to my lips. “Suck,” he commands.

I suck his finger eagerly, tasting my desire on it. It’s so dirty and so wrong, but I absolutely love it.

“Good girl,” he praises.

“Oh God,” I moan in reply.

One big hand covers my breast, pinching painfully at my nipple before he growls, “Next time, I’ll cum all over your pretty tits.”

“Yes,” I pant wantonly.

“I’ll make you wear my cum for the rest of the day.”

“Gio, please,” I beg.

“Condom?”

“I’m on the pill,” I respond quickly. I can see he is still hesitant, but then I clear his doubt by adding, “I’m not a virgin, Gio. Don’t you dare stop now.”

“Trust me, princess. I wasn’t going to.”

“Then why the hell are you still?—”

My words end with a scream as I’m suddenly filled to the hilt with his cock. It hurts so fucking bad because although I have had sex once before, it didn’t feel like this. I’ve never felt something so good. I’ve never been this full and never been taken so deep that I can practically feel him in my stomach.

“Gio, Gio. Gio,” I chant as he begins to pull out. He drags his cock out until only the head is inside me before thrusting in again.

I scream even louder, suddenly glad we are in the middle of nowhere where nobody can hear us.

“That’s it, princess, scream for me,” he says. “You take my cock so well. So tight and hot. I’m going to pump you so full of my cum that you’ll be leaking it for days.”

Oh my God. Giovanni is going to ruin me for any other man. And yet, I regret nothing.