*Olivia*
If you love sothing, let them go.
That’s what my mom always said. I always thought it was just a funny saying with not any real aning to it, until this very mont.
Giovani’s eyes bore through , as he tried to convince to stay with him, that he really did love . I had just told him I was leaving, and he wasn’t going to beg to keep , but it was clear from his expression he wanted to do just that.
I stood limply in the middle of my bedroom, the moonlight glancing upon us between the curtains of my window and the red numbers of the clock glaring at . It was late. I was tired. We had fought, and my mind was a ball of yarn of emotions that I couldn’t even begin to untangle.
But there was one clear defining thought in my mind.
My mom was horribly wrong. If you love soone, never let them go.
So I didn’t.
I launched myself full-bodied into Giovani’s arms. He stumbled, grunting with effort as he caught , and I wrapped my legs around his waist, holding on just as tightly as he had held before.
He caught himself, standing strong even with our combined body weight. One arm wrapped around my waist, the other holding up my ass as I clung to him like a koala to a tree.
“Olivia, wha–”
Before he could say anything else, I sealed his lips with mine, shutting my eyes as I kissed him with everything I had.
He wasted no ti in returning the favor, passionately, like I had lit a match, and he was dynamite ready to explode.
I was lost in his heat.
He growled as I bit his bottom lip, not being gentle in the slightest as I feverishly took all my crazy, stupid emotions out through the kiss. Maybe I was crazy, or maybe I was just a fool letting myself be tricked once more.
But dammit, I wasn’t giving this up without a fight.
The details could be decided later, but for now, I loved him, and I wanted him, so I was going to have him.
“Olivia.”
He moaned my na as I ground against the bulge in his boxers, the delicious friction causing a groan to leave my throat. In only my panties, I could feel myself getting wet already as I separated for a breath.
I wasted no ti diving for his neck, biting down, and making my mark.
“Fuck!” he snapped, grasping my ass as he pushed us forward, and I only moaned as I crashed onto the edge of the bed, him falling on top of and pushing his cock against that sweet spot. Giovani grabbed my panties and pulled them off, thrusting inside of with a finger.
“More,” I demanded, gripping his hair tightly as I dove back in for a kiss.
This was not like the other tis. This was rough and heated, almost painful as our clothes ca off quickly. Once my T-shirt was laying on the floor and my chest was heaving with ragged breaths, Giovani dovea another finger into my pussy.
My hole stretched as he pushed in two fingers, almost uncomfortable in how tight it was, and he plunged them in and out as I stifled a scream behind my hand. He took my hardened red nipple into his mouth, biting down like he was suckling it.
I scread as he thumbed at my clit, his other hand around my throat as he pushed down into the bed. It was tight but it didn’t hurt.
I didn’t mind one bit as I moaned delightfully from the pleasure he was giving .
He growled, the rumble vibrating against my nipple, and I heard the pop as he removed his mouth from it, switching to the other side.
“I’ll show you why you’ll never want to be without ,” he said darkly, his eyes wide. He stared at with a possessive glint as he pressed down hard on my clit.
I muffled a scream by biting down on my hand.
I went toppling over the edge of euphoria, coming from just his hand, and he smirked like a panther who had found its prey and was just toying with it now, ready to devour it bite by bite every tasty little morsel.
And soon, he found the taste he was craving.
His mouth latched onto my pussy, still tender after coming, and I slamd both hands over my mouth, writhing as he masterfully pushed his tongue into , stroking in and out. He lapped up my slick mound like it was honey, and with his hand keeping my thighs still, all I could do was writhe under him.
I ca once more, then twice. After the third ti, I was exhausted, breathed raggedly, and was unable to catch my breath from his onslaught.
I had brought it on myself.
Giovani was usually patient and gentle with . I had forgotten that hiding behind those caring eyes was a predator, one who would not leave until he was satisfied. He ripped open the condom with his teeth, lurking over as I watched him stretch it over his mber, rubbing it all the way down.
Then he licked his lips, his eyes gleaming in the darkness as he stared down at , just waiting. He leaned over , the moonlight lighting up his features as I felt the pressure of his cock lining up against my sensitive cunt.
But I didn’t have any ti to prepare.
He locked his eyes on , a smirk playing on his lips before he thrust into harshly, all the way to his hilt. I scread, unable to stop it this ti as the shock and pleasure mixed together into a brand new feeling I didn’t know what to call.
“Fuck,” Giovani swore under his breath. “You’re still so tight.”
But I was lost. All I could focus on was the massive cock inside of , throbbing. Just before I got adjusted, Giovani pulled out of all the way, my juices soaked the bed below .
I moaned, my lower body clenching down on the emptiness I felt, but I didn’t feel it for long.
He pushed in again, all the way once more, hitting the spot that ached, and he placed his hand over my mouth as I scread again. I couldn’t help it as he set a brutal pace, thrusting in and out of faster than I could keep track of.
He flipped onto my stomach, only stopping long enough to get into a new position, as he just continued fucking like an animal that’d been released from his cage. On my side, on my back, sitting and standing, he fucked on every inch of the room from every angle I could think of until every inch of had been covered with his hands.
And each ti he ca, it only gave a brief mont where he replaced the condom, discarding the other before he was on again. It was harsh and brutal, nothing like the sweet monts I’d tasted before.
But I liked it. I realized as Giovani went for a fourth round, staring down at like I was the most delectable thing he’d ever seen, I’d say I quite enjoyed the roughness.
Maybe, I really was crazy.
But when it was all over, and the morning rays of light were beginning to shine through the window. I was so exhausted I couldn’t even open my eyelids anymore. I felt his touch, the pads of his fingertips as he lifted into his arms and lowered us both into the warm bubble bath he had going.
From the sll of lavender, I realized he had used my favorite bath bomb, even though I didn’t rember telling him it was my favorite. It could’ve been sheer luck, but I doubted it.
My exhausted muscles scread in relief in the relaxing water and his touch was kind and gentle as he washed off. Giovani wrapped in a towel when we got out and set on the bed–it had been changed with fresh new sheets, but I was too tired to wonder how.
I sat up, blinking blearily as I watched him dry my hair with a towel. The motion was soothing, back and forth, as he made sure to dry every lock.
“I was serious,” I mumbled, unsure if he could hear underneath the towel.
He must have because he stiffened, pausing in his motions.
“I know,” he said simply.
“We can’t keep sneaking around, I just can’t–” I choked on my words, my exhaustion affecting more than I thought.
He hushed , kneeling down in front of as he took the towel away from my hair. My damp locks fell around my face, keeping awake for the conversation I knew we had to have.
“I was serious, too.” Giovani grabbed my hand, pressing my palm against his cheek as he leaned into it, gazing up at with so much love and passion that it made a lump appear in my throat.
“No more sneaking around, no more looking over our shoulders–we’re going to tell everyone.” He smiled, pressing a kiss to my palm. “I promise.”
Happiness burst around like confetti falling from the sky. This is what I wanted, who I wanted to be with. To be able to go out there, to hold his hand and call him mine in front of everyone, that was what I wanted.
But I couldn’t deny the apprehension, either. What would Dahlia think? What would my mom think?
But as I gazed into the warm eyes of the man I loved, I realized none of that mattered. If they couldn’t understand how I felt, how happy he made , then that was on them. It would hurt to lose their respect, love, and care after so many years of being together, but if I knew them as well as I thought I did, my happiness would matter more to them than any age difference or being the leader of the Italian mafia.
Though, I certainly could see their worries.
But my mom, Dahlia, Tallon, and even Alessandro–they were my family. I loved them just as much as I loved Giovani. Didn’t I?
He was my family too now. He held my fragile heart in his large hands, and he treated it like a precious treasure to be worshipped. I loved him more than I could ever put into words, more than I love you could ever an.
Even if it was selfish, I didn’t want to let any of them go. I wanted to hold my loved ones close until my dying breath, and there was nothing anyone could do to stop .
Or so I thought.
But said reason ca knocking upon my door at five o’clock in the morning.
I paled as I heard the frantic knocking.
“Giovani.” It was Gabriele who called through the door, sounding more irritated than I’d ever heard him.
Giovani got to his feet, slid his pants on, and leaned down to throw my T-shirt. I slipped it on and headed for the door as Giovani found his shirt and threw it on. It didn’t hide much without being buttoned, but it was good enough.
I opened the door just a crack, hiding most of my body behind the door. Gabriele stood there, breathing hard, as if he had just run a marathon.
“I need to see Giovani,” he said urgently. “It’s about Alessandro.”
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