Taboo Flames (The Sicilian Sins #2)

Chapter 17

CHAPTER 17

Giovanni

“ S he has not run into any trouble, sir. I have my eyes on her at all times,” Carlos says into the phone when I call him for the daily update on Aurora’s whereabouts.

“She’s at the studio?” I ask.

“Uh, yes, boss.”

I wait for Carlos to say more, to give me more information about Aurora, but he just goes quiet. I grit my teeth in frustration.

It’s been two days since I left Aurora standing in Giordano’s driveway, and it’s safe to say that I absolutely miss her.

“Is there anything else you want to know about her, boss?” Carlos asks.

I just hang up, annoyed.

For a man who never has to make any effort to get women, this is starting to get pathetic, and there’s nothing I hate more than this feeling of losing complete control of my situation with Aurora.

It’s true she crossed a line by snooping around Giordano’s house, but that is who she is. I should have known she’d try something like that, especially given the fact that she’s not one to take orders lying down.

I pick up my phone several times to call her, but each time, I stop myself.

I know she’s still pissed at me, and I don’t know how to bridge the gap I’ve created. I know what Aurora wants from me, which are things I’ve never given to any other person.

I should have known it would eventually come down to this. All signs point to Aurora being the kind of woman who’ll never be satisfied with half. How did I think a purely physical relationship with her would ever work?

Now, I’m caught between baring myself to her and cutting her out of my life entirely.

Vulnerability is something I cut out of my life a long time ago. It reminds me far too much of being the little helpless street boy. Back then, I didn’t know to not show my every emotion.

It made me an easy target far too often. Everybody wanted a piece of the sniveling orphan. Being beaten and bruised was my default.

I don’t want to ever go back to that. If I open myself up to Aurora, I will be giving her power over me. And I don’t know if I want that.

But at this moment, I can no longer control myself. I have to hear her voice. Before giving it a second thought, I dial her number. My heart beats frantically as I wait for her to pick up. I release a sigh as soon as she answers her phone.

“Gio,” she says offhandedly.

I close my eyes at the effect her voice has on me. It feels like years since I last heard it when, in fact, it’s just been a few days.

“Hello, princess.”

“Don’t call me that anymore,” she snaps. “You lost the right when you abandoned me. I could have ended up headless in a ditch.”

I snort. “That’s unlikely.”

If she’s being her dramatic self, then everything is okay.

“Says you,” she huffs. “Anyway, I’m not accepting an apology this time. You’re going to have to do better than just saying you’re sorry.”

“Get dressed. I’m coming to get you in fifteen.”

“I’m at the studio,” she says exasperatedly. “And I have to go home and find something to wear and?—”

“I’m not going to be able to wait for you to go all the way home, Aurora.”

She pauses. “Are you saying you miss me, then?”

“I’m on my way to the studio,” I tell her, pointedly ignoring her question.

“Why?” she asks suspiciously.

“There’s something I want to show you.”

She snorts. “I’m not falling for that, Gio. You hurt me. Don’t for a second think showing up and bullying me to forgive you is going to cut it.”

I take in a deep breath, knowing she is right. If I want her, I have to give an inch.

“You want to know about me, don’t you?” I ask her quietly.

“More than anything,” she replies immediately. “I’m not asking you to bare yourself completely to me, but you cannot continue to lock me out, Gio.”

I swallow hard. “There’s something about me you need to know, but I can’t say it over the phone. You need to see for yourself.”

I can hear her hesitation when she says, “You’re scaring me. Why can’t you say it over the phone? If you’re into cannibalism or something?—”

“It’s nothing like that, I assure you. There are just certain parts of myself I never let anyone see. They’re unconventional and even taboo to the common folk. But I’m learning to get there with you. Please let me, Aurora. Let me show you the messed up parts of me.”

“Fine,” she finally says, her tone laced with doubt and skepticism.

“I’ll be there shortly,” I say and hang up, grabbing my car keys on the way out. As I make my way to my car, I make a quick call to arrange for a special activity for her.

Aurora is waiting in front of her studio, and she glares at my car as it pulls up. She’s in a dark blue dress that doesn’t seem like her style, and it’s confirmed when she grumbles, “I had to buy a dress from around the block because of you.”

“You’ll look perfect even in a potato sack.”

I mean it too. She’s the most lovely thing in the universe, and she affects me like nobody else on earth ever has.

Just one glance at her, and I can already feel the familiar stirrings of hunger within me. If only she knows what she does to me, then she’ll know just how much power she has over me.

“Flattery won’t win you any points today, Giovanni.” She says my whole name and shakes her head at me, but I can clearly see her cheeks turning a little pink.

I hold the car door open for her and smile without a word. I have a year-round reserved suite at Chattel, a five-star hotel that caters to high-profile guests and gives provisions for discreet services.

From the corner of my eye, I can see Aurora shooting me curious glances during the drive. She looks like she’s itching to ask me things, and I wonder how many hundreds of questions are playing through her head.

At that moment, I’ll give anything to be able to read her mind. I consider telling her to just spit it out, but I’m not sure I’m quite ready to dive into the dirty, gritty details of how I became who I am today.

When we get to the hotel, I toss my keys to the valet and go around to open the passenger side door for Aurora.

“Why are we here?” she asks, stepping out of the car carefully.

“To make it up to you.”

“I thought you said you were going to show me something?” she comments, arching her brow.

“I am. Just trust me.” I twine my fingers through hers, which makes her look up at me in surprise, and lead her into the building, straight past the receptionist and toward the bank of elevators at the back.

I press the button for the topmost floor, and we ride up to my suite. Just before I type in the code for the door, I turn to face her.

“I want to try something with you, and if at any point in time you’re not comfortable, all you have to do is say so,” I tell her with a serious expression.

“What?” She frowns.

“I’ll show you shortly,” I say. “But I want you to understand that it’s not for everyone. I don’t expect you to indulge me if you don’t want this.”

There’s no hint of wariness in her voice when she says, “Okay.”

Something inside me grows wings and takes flight at such a staggering show of trust.

I open the door, and she walks in ahead of me, taking in the room with wide eyes. I allow her to take just two steps before dragging her back into me and covering her mouth with mine.

The first taste of her has me groaning. She’s like the sweetest ambrosia, and I’m a mere mortal gorging on her decadent flavors.

Reluctantly, I pull away from the kiss.

“Why did you stop?” she complains with a whine.

Just then, there’s a knock at the door, and she looks over her shoulder, confused.

“Did you order room service?” she asks.

“Something like that,” I reply, turning to open the door and admit our guest.

The man I requested from the company website matches my requirements perfectly. He’s almost my height, well-built, and in a dark suit and half-mask.

“Who—” she trails off.

“I want to watch him fuck you while you wish it were me driving deep into you,” I move around her and whisper into her ears.

At my words, her eyes light up, and I chuckle. My naughty girl likes the idea. I wrap my arm around her waist and pull her backward until her back is pressed to my front.

The man steps forward until Aurora is sandwiched between us. I feel the way her breath quickens, and I wrap my fingers around her neck and tilt her head up, presenting her mouth to him.

He swoops in, kissing her hungrily. Aurora moans into the kiss while I slowly start to strip her. I drag the zipper of her dress down, then push the sleeves down her arms.

The dress drops down to her feet, and she steps out of it, never breaking the kiss. I unclasp her bra and take it off, then do the same to her panties.

When I’m done, I turn her jaw away from the man and press my mouth to hers, kissing her thoroughly.

“Give me a show, princess,” I breath against her mouth before stepping away from her.

I make my way to the suite bar and pour myself a finger of bourbon, grab the glass and the bottle, and carry it all to the chaise lounge.

“Come and get a drink, princess,” I order.

She immediately pulls away from the man and crosses the room to where I’m sitting, making sure to put an extra sway on her hips as she walks.

“Crawl to me,” I tell her as she gets close to where I’m sitting.

She immediately drops down to her knees, the soft rug covering the floor protecting her fragile skin. She begins to crawl toward me shamelessly, her ass up in the air, breasts swinging, and fire burning in her eyes.

She’s giving the masked man a full view of her dripping cunt, and he watches her with dark hooded eyes.

When she reaches me, I throw back my drink, then press my mouth to hers and let it flow into hers. She swallows it all greedily. After, I sit back and nod at the masked man.

He walks forward, pulls Aurora up, and leads her to the bed—a large, four-poster monstrosity at the center of the room. He strips out of his clothes and leans back against the bed, then slides a condom down his hard length. I can watch her fuck another man, but I’m the only one who gets to cum inside her.

Aurora climbs over him in a reverse cowgirl position and begins to push down on his cock. My gaze is drawn between her tight pussy taking him in and the look of enrapture on her face.

“Oh my god, Gio,” she pants as she lifts up again before finally pushing down to take him fully inside her.

Her hands fly out to grab the headboard, and she parts her knees further to show me where they’re joined together.

It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my life, and I can’t help but palm the erection straining against the fly of my pants, entranced by her.

“God, baby,” I tell her. “You take him so well. How does he feel?”

“Not as good as you,” she replies breathlessly.

The man’s hands come up and cup her heavy breasts, and she gasps when he rolls her nipples with his fingers.

“Gio, it feels so good,” she cries out.

“Fuck him, princess. Take what you need,” I growl, undoing my belt and letting my engorged cock bob out.

I wrap my hands around my cock, and as soon as she starts to move again, using the headboard as leverage to ride his cock, I begin to tug at my dick.

She writhes up and down, crying out and moaning while his hands continue to play with her breasts. Her eyes never leave mine even once, making it feel like we are the only two people in the room.

“Touch her clit, but don’t let her cum,” I order the man.

One of his hands immediately slides down her stomach and to her wet sex.

“Arrrgh, don’t stop!” she screams, increasing her pace, her movements turning erratic. I can tell she’s close, and so am I.

I stand up and head toward her, and she licks her lips as I approach, her gaze dropping to my pulsing cock.

“You want this in your mouth, princess?” I ask calmly, my gaze full of heat.

She doesn’t stop rocking as she moans, “Yes, please. Please, Gio.”

“Then take it, baby girl,” I say.

She leans forward and swallows my cock down her throat in one swift move.

I groan, fisting my hands into her hair as she hollows out her jaw and sucks me deep.

“Make her cum,” I grunt at the man.

As the masked man starts rubbing her clit harder, her cry comes out garbled with her mouth full of my cock. She tenses a moment later, and just as she begins to cum, I shoot my hot cum down her throat.

“Swallow every drop,” I order in a dark voice.

She nods eagerly, swallowing me down like a pro. When she wrings the last drop from me, I pull out of her mouth and lift her off the masked man and into my arms. She clings tightly to me, her legs wrapped around my waist as I carry her to the bathroom.

“We should do that again sometime,” she mumbles into my neck.

“You liked it then?”

“Loved it,” she whispers.

I press a kiss on the side of her head. “Let’s get you cleaned up, princess, and then I’ll feed you and think about a second round.”

“Okay,” she mumbles quietly.

Who would have thought that of all the women in the world, the one who’d end up being a perfect match for me would be Aurora Vitale? Both in the bedroom and out of it.

Fate’s sense of humor is truly unmatched.