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When they got outside of the gambling house, the cool night air hit them, but the tension between them was still burning hot. Giovanni walked her over to the passenger side of the Aston Martin and went to open Rosa's door for her. She entered inside without a word.

Giovanni closed the door, walking around the hood of the sleek car. But immediately as he opened his own door to enter, the passenger side swung open again. Rosa stepped out immediately.

She marched straight over to him, her eyes flashing with a mix of possessive fury and adrenaline. Because she wasn't nearly as tall as him, she had to stand all the way up on her toes to bridge the gap. Then, she kissed him. She kissed him so bad, pouring all of her pent-up anger and desire into his mouth.

Giovanni was caught entirely off guard. Stunned by her sudden boldness, he instinctively tried to turn his head to see what had brought this on, but Rosa wasn't having it. She used her hands to hold his head firmly in place, keeping his lips locked onto hers. Her hands began to roam wildly over his body, touching his neck, smoothing down his chest, and then sliding lower until she boldly touched his dick right through his trousers.

Giovanni was completely surprised. His mind raced, wondering why on earth she was suddenly doing this out in the open after being so hesitant inside.

The moment she broke the fierce kiss, Rosa looked past his shoulder. Standing near the entrance of the gambling house was Isabella, watching them with a crushed, devastated expression. Before dropping back down onto her flats, Rosa gave Isabella a sharp, triumphant wink that clearly said, He's mine.

Giovanni didn't know what was happening or what had triggered the sudden display. He simply watched, bewildered, as Rosa turned on her heel and slid back into the passenger seat, pulling her door shut.

A smirk tugged at the corner of Giovanni's lips as the puzzle pieces started coming together in his head. He entered the car, strapped his seatbelt on, and looked over at Rosa, who was now staring straight ahead, her cheeks still flushed red from the adrenaline. He glanced out the window one last time, seeing that Isabella was still standing there, utterly defeated.

Giovanni let out a low, ragged exhale as he slid into the driver's seat and pulled the door shut. The interior of the car was suddenly thick with the lingering heat of her touch, and he didn't even bother turning the key in the ignition.

Instead, he shifted in his seat, turning his entire body toward her. His dark eyes hooded as his gaze traveled from her flushed face down to his own lap. Thanks to her bold hands, he was completely, unapologetically hard.

He locked his eyes onto hers, a dangerous, deeply amused smirk playing on his lips.

"So," Giovanni murmured, his voice a low, gravelly vibration that filled the quiet cabin of the car. "What are you going to do about this situation you just caused?" He said looking at his hard dick

Driving home while it was that hard was absolute punishment to him. He could barely concentrate on the road, his grip tightening on the steering wheel of the Aston Martin as the engine roared down the dark highway. Every bump in the road, every shift of his weight was a reminder of the fire she had deliberately lit.

Immediately they got home, Giovanni killed the engine and strode into the villa with Rosa right beside him. The maids lined up to greet him, bowing their heads, but he didn't even look at any of their faces. He completely ignored the staff, his focus entirely consumed by the woman at his side. He just grabbed Rosa's hand and took her straight upstairs, pulling her directly to the bedroom.

The moment the heavy bedroom door clicked shut behind them, he turned to face her, his breathing already shallow.

He looked down at her, his voice a low command. "Help undress me."

Rosa blinked, her heart jumping into her throat. "What?"

"Help undress me," he repeated, his dark eyes boring into hers, leaving absolutely no room for argument.

Her fingers trembled slightly as she stepped closer, reaching up to the first button of his dress shirt. She unbuttoned it, then moved down to the next, slowly opening the fabric to reveal his broad, muscled chest. Once the shirt was off his shoulders, her hands drifted down to the trousers he was wearing. She reached for the fly and suddenly pulled the zip down.

While she was doing that, the back of her wrist accidentally brushed against his massive erection. Rosa gasped, freezing in place. She was completely stunned at just how hard it was through the remaining fabric.

Giovanni looked down at her, his face softening into a dark, mocking smirk that clearly said, Are you not the one who caused all this?

Before she could pull away, he took over, quickly removing the rest of his clothes until he was left with just his boxers on. Rosa gulped at the vision that was standing directly in front of her. Even beneath the fabric of his underwear, she could tell that he was incredibly, immensely thick.

"Look at me," Giovanni ordered softly.

Her eyes snapped up to meet his intense, burning gaze. Holding her look, he moved the boxers aside, completely exposing himself to her.

Giovanni reached out, grabbed her hand, and placed her bare palm directly on his hard length. A low, ragged curse escaped his lips. "Fuck."

Holding her hand there, he looked at her with an intensity that made her knees weak. Rosa could feel the raw power vibrating through him; she knew exactly how much effect she had on him now. The sheer heat of him radiated into her palm, and she couldn't take her hands off him even if she wanted to. She was completely surprised at the sheer length of it. As her hand instinctively tried to grip him, she realized her fingers were not even able to close all the way around his thickness.

"I'm going to teach you something," Giovanni growled, his voice thick with a dark, heavy heat.

He reached down and grabbed her hand, wrapping his large fingers tightly around hers while her palm was still resting against his bare skin. With a firm, unyielding grip, he guided her movements, forcing her hand to slide upward and downward, over and over across his hard length.

A low, guttural groan tore from his throat, and his eyes shut tight as the friction hit him.

Gradually, he began to dictate a faster pace, pumping her hand against him with increasing urgency. His cock pulsed and jerked wildly within her trapped grip, and it seemed to grow even larger and more engorged as she moved her hands faster under his guidance. Giovanni's groans quickly turned animalistic, completely fueled by a raw, unbridled passion that echoed through the quiet bedroom.

Pre-cum splashed against her skin as the friction accelerated, her hands moving faster and faster until the tension in his body reached an absolute breaking point.

Suddenly, everything went completely still.

Giovanni’s eyes snapped open, blazing with a sudden, overwhelming intensity. Before she could even blink, he grabbed her by the back of the neck, pulling her face to his and kissing her with a fierce, possessive hunger.

Right as their lips crashed together, his semen pumped out violently, coating her fingers. The moment the release passed, his grip loosened, and he finally released her, both of them panting for air in the sudden silence of the room.

Giovanni stood there, the absolute best of the best, completely victorious in the power game he had just played.

Rosa moved away from him, her heart still pounding as she walked over to stand before the large bedroom mirror. Looking at her reflection, she felt a sharp sting of embarrassment wash over her. Her skin was still flushed, and her hands were literally shaking as she berated herself for thinking something more would happen tonight.

Giovanni had done so many things to her. He had kissed her until she was breathless. He had given her an orgasm before. Tonight, he had just taught her this—forcing her to hold him and pleasure him until he broke down. Yet, despite all the intense intimacy and the raw desire radiating between them, he had never actually slept with her. He always stopped right at the edge.

Staring at her reflection in the emerald green gown, a deep, nagging insecurity began to settle into her chest. She began to wonder, Is something wrong with me? Why did he crave her so badly, yet refuse to take the final step?