The Mafia Lord’s Obsession [2]

POV: Jenna

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“What the heck is going on, Jenna?” Jackson demanded, twisting against the rope cutting into his wrists, his breathing ragged. “Who is this guy? Are you… gosh, are you cheating on me?”

I stared at him, still trying to wrap my head around everything.

“I swear to God, if you’re cheating on me, I’ll—” he continued.

“What will you do?” Gio cut him off, his voice cold enough to freeze.

“I’ll… I’ll…” Jackson stammered, struggling harder. “Fuck this! Take this blindfold off, you coward! Let me see who the hell dared to kidnap me!”

Gio’s man stepped forward and slapped the back of his head hard enough to make him grunt. “Shut your fucking mouth before I cut your tongue out.”

That shut him up instantly. Jackson whimpered and went silent. 

I yanked hard against the ropes biting into my wrists, the rough fibers digging deeper with every twist. My shoulders burned, a sharp ache that pulsed down my arms and made my fingers tingle. I glared at Gio, who was sprawled across the bed, one leg bent, ankle resting on his knee, a lazy smirk playing on his lips like he was watching his favorite show. 

“Can you untie me already?” I snapped at him, jerking my chin toward the knots, eyebrows pulling tight. “It’s not like I can run anywhere.”

He studied me for a second, then nodded at his man. The huge guy came over, his steps heavy. Up close, he looked even scarier—built like a damn wall, with dead, pitiless eyes that looked right through me. 

He untied my wrists with rough hands, and my arms dropped like dead weight, completely numb. Red marks circled my skin where the rope had dug in. I couldn’t even curl my fingers properly. Goosebumps prickled my skin, and I wrapped my arms around myself.

Gio stood up, disappeared through a side door, and came back holding a black button-up shirt. He tossed it onto my lap. “Put it on. You look cold.”

He shifted down to the foot of the bed, his weight making the mattress dip. His fingers worked the straps around my ankles, the buckles clicking open one by one. I drew my knees up slowly, wincing as I pressed my palms against my ankles and rubbed hard, trying to ease the deep ache that had settled into my joints.

Then I reached for the shirt he’d left beside me, pulling it over my head, the soft material sliding down my body. It hung loose on me, the hem brushing mid-thigh, the sleeves swallowing my hands until I had to shove them up my arms just to see my fingers.

The shirt carried his scent—woodsy, smoky, warm in a way that made my stomach tighten. I caught myself leaning forward, nose almost touching the collar to sniff it, before I jerked back, keeping my eyes on the floor, refusing to let him see how much his smell affected me.

Gio nodded at his man again. “Remove the blindfold.”

The big guy yanked the cloth off Jackson’s face. He blinked hard, squinting as his eyes adjusted. When his gaze landed on Gio, his face went instantly pale.

“Oh my God…” He tried to scramble backward on his knees, hands still tied behind him. “Mr. Morino… shit, I can explain—”

My stomach dropped. “Jackson, you know him?”

His voice shook. “Jenna… that’s… that's… oh fuck! It's Giovanni Morino. 

My heart hit my ribs so hard it hurt. I knew that name; it was whispered in every corner of the city like a curse. He runs everything—the clubs, casinos… In fact, he’s the fucking devil in a suit.

Gio turned to me with a slow smile. “Your boyfriend owes me two hundred grand.”

“What?” My hand flew to my mouth, fingers trembling against my lips. “Jackson… how? When? Tell me it’s not true.”

Jackson kept his eyes glued to the floor, his chest rising and falling too fast.

I stood on unsteady legs and crossed the room toward him. “How the hell did you get mixed up with him?” I grabbed his shoulders hard, shaking him. “Why would you be so fucking stupid?”

He finally lifted his head. His eyes narrowed, cold and accusing. “How do you know him, Jenna?” he snarled. “What are you doing here?” His gaze raked over me, lingering on the oversized shirt that barely covered my thighs. “Don’t tell me you saw his money and spread your legs for him. Is that why you’re wearing his fucking shirt?”

This bastard.

After everything he did with Vivian, he still had the balls to accuse me of cheating?

“How dare you?” I hissed through clenched teeth, my hands curling into fists at my sides. “I know you’re fucking Vivian. Go ahead, deny it.”

Jackson opened his mouth, but before he could speak, the room was suddenly filled with the loud, filthy sound of moaning.

Gio had pressed play again and turned the screen to face Jackson.

“What?” Jackson’s jaw went slack, eyes wide with horror.

I didn’t let him finish.

My hand flew across his face with a loud crack. His head snapped violently to the side. “You’re so pathetic,” I spat, my voice dripping with disgust. “I can’t believe I wasted four years of my life on you.”

“Jackson,” Gio’s deep voice rumbled from right behind me. I hadn’t even heard him move. He stepped close, sliding one strong arm around my waist and pulling my back against his hard chest. The thick length of his cock pressed firmly against my ass through his pants.

I gasped, my nipples instantly hardening against his shirt.

Jackson's jaw clenched tight at what was happening before him, but he didn’t dare speak.

Gio leaned down, his hot breath brushing my ear. “I have a proposition for you.” His hand trailed slowly down my stomach, fingers slipping under the hem of the oversized shirt. He cupped my pussy possessively over the thin thong, rubbing two fingers firmly right over my clit.

I bit down hard on my lip, fighting the moan rising in my throat, but my hips twitched involuntarily against his hand.

Gio lifted his other hand casually. “Option one,” he said, counting with his finger. “I wipe out the entire two hundred grand you owe me… if you hand your girlfriend over to me. She becomes mine!”

I froze, unable to move, unable to even blink. Jackson’s face had gone completely white, his mouth hanging open in shock.

“Or,” Gio continued, pressing his hard cock firmer against my ass, grinding slowly. With his free hand, he shoved the thin thong aside and dragged two fingers through my bare, soaked folds. “You take her with you, and I give you one more week to pay. If you don’t, I'll take all your fingers. One by one.”

What the actual fuck?

His middle finger pushed inside me slowly, stretching me open while his thumb found my clit, circling lazily. The obscene sound of his finger sliding in and out of my wet pussy filled the quiet room.

I should have been disgusted. Hell, he was doing this in front of my boyfriend, I should have pushed his hands away, fought him off, screamed, done whatever, but… it felt damn good.

“Choose fast, Jackson,” Gio warned, amusement lacing his tone as he fucked me harder with his fingers, thumb rubbing my clit fast and rough. “Because your girl is already soaking my hand.”

I couldn’t hold back the loud moan that slipped out. My head fell back against his shoulder, nipples aching, pussy clenching around his thick fingers.

Jackson stared at us, his face twisting with rage and humiliation. His chest heaved, veins bulging in his neck as he strained against the rope holding him back. “You can’t be serious…” he choked out. “Jenna, tell him to stop—”

Gio chuckled and thrust his fingers even deeper, faster. “She doesn’t want me to stop. Listen to how wet she is for me.” He nipped at my earlobe, voice dropping to a filthy whisper. “Tell him, cara mia. Tell your cheating boyfriend how good my fingers feel in your tight cunt.”

I was breathing hard, hips rocking shamelessly against his hand even as tears of shame stung my eyes, but I couldn’t stop. I was completely gone.

“Fuck… Gio…” I moaned, voice trembling.

He licked my earlobe. “That’s not what I told you to call me, baby.” His fingers curled harder, hitting that perfect spot over and over. “Say it properly while he watches.”

Jackson’s eyes bulged, his face so red. “Jenna… fuck!” His voice cracked. “Are you actually enjoying this? You’re fucking moaning for him?!”

Gio didn’t slow down. He kept finger-fucking me, relentless and unhurried. 

“Choose, Jackson.” He said calmly. “Her… or your fucking fingers. Because I’m not stopping until you decide.”