Vengeful Mafia Prince (Vicious Heirs #2)

Chapter Ten—Giovanni

Fear and anger and dread pulse through me as she kisses me, but the moment her lips meet mine, none of it matters. Not the fact that she knows who I really am, not the fact that she could run back to her father and expose me at any second. No. None of it can come close to cutting through the passion between us, and as I slide my hand to her thigh, I know I'll have to be quick.

She lifts her leg, moaning slightly against my lips as I bite one between my teeth.

"You know, I was following you," I tell her harshly, my voice rasping in her ear. It was the truth. I'd seen her leaving work early, and I'd come after her on a hunch, a hunch that something might be going on.

"Because if you think I'm going to let another man touch you, you've got another fucking thing coming. This…" I slide my hand beneath her dress, cupping it roughly around her panties. She whimpers against my lips. "Belongs to me. You understand?"

She nods. I grasp her face in my hand, massaging her aching pussy through her panties.

"Tell me you understand. Tell me you belong to me."

"I— I belong to you," she gasps out. I kiss her again and pull her panties to the side, shoving my knee between her legs to open them quickly. I need time to think, and I can buy it by making her forget about everything but her pleasure right now. I'm going to make her come so hard that she's got no choice but to side with me on all of this.

At least, that's why I tell myself I'm doing it.

I take my cock in my hand and guide it toward her pussy. She lifts her leg, hooking it around the back of my thigh. I grin in amusement.

"Look at you, dirty girl," I murmur as I rub my cock along the entrance to her pussy. She moans, her head falling back against the concrete behind her, and I can't help but let out a chuckle.

"You're so desperate for my cock that you're willing to fuck me in an alleyway where anyone could see you?" I taunt her, still holding back from sliding into her gorgeous pussy. The need for her is almost more than I can take, but at the same time, I'm willing to make her beg for it if that's what I have to do. It's a reminder of the control I have over her, a reminder of where she stands in all of this.

She meets my gaze and nods helplessly. I know she would say or do anything I asked of her if it meant I fucked her right now.

I grab her hips and pull her toward me, finally letting my cock slide deep into her pussy.

She cries out, and I clamp a hand over her mouth.

"How often am I going to have to tell you to keep your voice down?" I tease her. "If you keep taking my cock in public places, then you need to learn to be quiet!"

I can feel her moaning against my hand, and I glance down, taking in the sight of my cock moving into her, the way she rocks her hips back to me, begging me for as much as I can give her, begging me for the feel of me inside of her. I love seeing her like this.

I move my hand from her hips to her pussy, rubbing my thumb against her clit just to tease a little more noise out of her. She squirms against me, her pussy contracting around my cock as she comes, and she lets out a long whine as I take her over the edge.

I part her lips with my fingers and shove them into her mouth, trying my best to keep her quiet. I continue to move inside of her, taking her in long, deep strokes that make the most of her perfectly orgasming pussy.

I push deep into her one last time and hold myself there, letting myself go over the edge, letting the sheer shock of sensations take control of me. I need this. I need this more than anything in the world right now. I need this more than I need to get the fuck out of Dodge before she reports the truth of my plans to her father.

I grind myself deep inside of her, making sure I've fully filled her, and then pull back, sliding her panties back into place. The sight of her like that, all flushed by the intensity of what we've just done, fuck, it's almost hot enough to make me want to go in for round two.

But when she looks back up at me again, I can see this pain in her eyes, this pain and terror, like all the dust is clearing and she can finally look at me again. And the man she sees... the man she sees is not one she likes at all.

"Johnny— Giovanni... I..."

Hearing her say my real name like that, it's more than I can take. I don't want to do this with her, I don't want to have this conversation with her. I tidy myself up as best I can and then leave the alleyway, heading back to my car.

My head is a mess. I'm exposed. There's no way I can continue with the plan now. And... would Elena have tried so hard to find out who I am, no matter how she had done it, if I hadn't gotten involved with her? The question torments me like nothing else in the world. If I had been able to keep my distance, would this have happened? I told myself from the start that she would be an easy target, but I was forgetting that it made me one, too.

I drive fast, not even sure where I'm going, until I pull the car up outside the family mansion. I know Marcus and Valentina will be inside. They've planned a meeting for all of us to touch in on what's going on with me, how my plan has been unfolding.

And I know I have to tell them the truth. There's no two ways about it. I have to come clean about what I've done. They're my family, and if there's anyone in the world who would never forgive me for lying to them, it's them.

Which leaves me with no choice but to declare my allegiances. To my family—not to Elena.

Even if all I want to do right now is turn this car around and drive straight back to her.

I step out of the vehicle slowly and make my way up to the door. When I arrive there, Valentina is already waiting for me. The look on her face tells me everything I need to know.

She's already well-aware of the mess I've made.

"You were with her, weren't you?" she spits. She's right. I can't deny it, much as I want to. I wish I could tell her she's wrong, that I was doing nothing of the sort, but it's not true.

"Get inside," she orders me sharply. "We need to talk with Marcus. And try to piece together this shitshow you've started."

I follow her in. I don't see what other choice I have. I need to try and make things right—even though I'm pretty certain I've just screwed things up beyond all repair.