Chapter-28 Aftermath (Part 2)

  Nico

I lathered her entire body in that oil, kneading and massaging and soothing those nasty bruises with brushes of my lips. Gianna’s eyes shot open as I kissed the one on her neck, and she gazed back at me, her eyes dark with need. 

“Tell me to stop and I will,” I whispered. “I don’t want to hurt you again.” Gianna stared long and hard at me before taking my oil-covered hand and guiding them between her legs. I let out a hiss the moment I felt her wetness. She was burning down there. For me. 

“Keep going,” she whispered in my ear, leaning closer. I wanted to unleash myself on her on that command, but I reminded myself that she was hurt and I needed to take it slow. 

“Like this?” I rubbed my palm against her wetness while trailing kisses down her neck and shoulders. 

“Yes,” she moaned, her fingers brushing into my hair as her body involuntarily started to move against my hand. I grazed my teeth down her shoulder blade before grabbing her jaw, tilting her head back and sucking hard at her neck. Her skin was slick with the oil, but she still tasted intoxicating. 

“Oh…” she sighed deeply, her mouth slack with pleasure. Oh man, I wanted to give her more. It was fucking addictive to feel myself unwind her. She was a fucking goddess and I was serving her. 

“Do you want this?” I asked against her lips. “You are still sore, aren’t you?” Gianna opened her eyes, and the hunger in them was enough to unleash the animal in me. I was fucking proud of my self-control at this point. 

“Not sore enough,” she answered with a confidence that was sexy as fuck. 

I let out a growl and crashed my lips to hers while pushing my sweatpants and boxers down my legs. We pulled apart for a brief second, and her eyes darkened with desire as they fell on my hard-on. She licked her lips and positioned herself above me, and a deep, demeaning curse left my throat as she sank into me, inch by inch, oh-so slow. Her lips formed a perfect ‘o’ with pleasure as she filled herself with me. It was so deep this way. I was buried inside her. 

“Fuck,” I growled as pleasure sang through every nerve ending of mine. 

She felt so good, so tight, so hot and so…mine. Her muscles clenched around mine, and it was all that took for my self-control to break. I hooked my fingers into her hair as she did as I claimed her lips and mouth and all of her. 

Our tongues settled into a heady dance—tasting, coaxing, hurting and cradling each other. I kissed her as deeply as was humanly possible and she met my fervor with equal fierceness as she glided up and down my cock. She was already so wet, soaking me completely in her juices. I really wanted to throw her on the bed, part her legs and lap that all up with my tongue. 

“Yess…” Gianna moaned, throwing her head back. Her perfect breasts bounced every time she moved, and I couldn’t help but lean down and take one in my mouth. I sucked hard before tugging at her sensitive bud with my teeth. My fingers moved between her legs, quickly finding her sweet spot. I parted her slick folds and started rubbing slow circles across her clit. 

“Nico…” she whimpered, her face red, tears springing down her shut eyes. 

“Faster, cara mia,” I whispered in her ear. “Faster…give it to me. Let me feel you shatter around me.” 

Gianna moaned again, moving faster and faster until my cock was soaked in her release before she let out a deep cry and collapsed against me. I followed her with two more thrusts and let out a string of curses as I spilled inside her. We were both panting, both wet with sweat and oil, and both scattered in each other's arms.

That was not how I envisioned starting this morning. 

“Are you alright?” I muttered, when I managed to calm down a bit. Gianna slowly moved away from me, even though I was still inside her and slowly nodded. Just-fucked Gianna was even more beautiful. 

“Yeah,” she started to get up, but I grabbed her hand and pulled her back down. 

“Where are you going?” I demanded. 

“I need to take a shower. I am all covered in oil and…you,” she said. 

“We need to talk about last night,” I said, holding her gaze. “About wh…what you said.” 

“I have something important to attend to. Maybe tonight. I will be late if I don’t start getting ready soon,” Gianna muttered, and I noticed her wince as she untangled herself from me. We were a mess. Literally. 

“Do you mind if I take a shower here?” she asked, grabbing her robe. 

“This is your room too,” I said. She gave me a look at that but didn’t argue further as she turned on her heels and headed to the bathroom. A part of me wanted to follow her and maybe give her a bath to help with the soreness. But that’s not me. And I don’t think she wanted that, so I just sprawled out on the bed and stared up at the ceiling. 

What in fuck’s name was happening to me? To us? 

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“Every lead the motherfucker gave led us to absolutely nothing,” Caelian hissed, looking pissed as fuck. “Luca Casca, Marley Atkins…none of them exists.” 

“And that guy…he was just a fucking roadside street dog who was hired to do these petty jobs. He is nothing. Did some petty drug dealings, selling drugs to rich high school kids down those nasty abandoned alleys. That’s all,” Giulio grimaced. 

“We got played,” Caelian cursed. “All that hard work for nothing.” 

I took a large hit of my cigarette, and my mind kind of scattered in different directions. For the past three days, we have done nothing but try to pull information out of the guy we caught that night. I wouldn’t want to revisit the horrors that unfolded in my torture room. It was safe to say that the guy was dead, but the leads he gave us…they were all wrong. 

But I don’t think that was intentional because the poor guy was left in the dark himself. He was a rookie drug dealer who was just given a bunch of money and probably some fake promises to destroy my shipments as and when instructed. And the guys he named…all fake. So now we were back to square one with no leads. All for nothing. Poor Domani was still recovering from his surgery. 

“We start again,” I said. “They are bound to make a mistake sometime. Keep your men on alert, and I guess it’s time to…” I gave Caelian a look, and his eyes widened with surprise but also with evil pleasure. 

“Do you want me to reach out to them?” he asked. I gave him a nod. 

“I guess we aren’t left with much choice. But be very careful. You know what we are dealing with here,” I warned. 

“Sì, capo,” he smirked, cracking his fingers. Giulio blinked at both of us, looking clueless. But Caelian knew what I was saying, and he would do the needful. 

And regardless of this mess and the pathetic failure we had to face, all I could think of was last night and this morning. The direction things took between Gianna and me isn’t something I anticipated even in my wildest dreams. I mean it was Gianna…the sweet, shy, timid Gianna. What happened to that girl? Or has she always been like this beneath that innocent exterior, and I couldn’t see it? We had sex twice within the twenty-four hours. And not just sex, but mind-numbing, passionate and wild sex. What in hell’s name was happening? 

Whatever it was, I wasn’t liking it. Because it was making me want more. I inhaled deeply as the memory of her naked, oil-covered body straddling my lap flooded into my mind. She looked so fucking sexy. More…I wanted more. Fuck…I needed more. 

She wanted me unleashed…does she even realize what she was asking for? 

My wayward thoughts were distracted by a call from Leonardo. In any normal circumstance, I didn’t like to see his name on my screen, but in that moment, I was grateful. Because I was seconds away from reaching out and touching myself to the memory of her. 

“What?” I demanded, clearing my throat. I even sounded hoarse. 

What the fuck did Gianna do to me?

“What time are you coming tonight?” Leonardo demanded. “Can you bring some champagne? I would be a little late, and Amara said we are out of champagne. Can you grab some? Dom Pérignon or Krug Clos du Mesnil will be good.” I stared blankly at the phone. 

Did he dial the right number?

“Were you really supposed to call me?” I frowned. 

“How many Nicholases do I know?” Leo grimaced. 

“Then why does anything you just said make no sense to me?” 

“Oh for fucks sake, when you come for dinner tonight, just grab a bottle of champagne. I might be a bit late, and Amara asked me to bring one.” 

“But why would I be coming over for dinner?” 

“Because Gianna arranged for it? What is wrong with you? She called Amara and asked if we could meet for dinner because she has a big announcement to make. Please don’t tell me she didn’t tell you?” I was absolutely lost. 

Of course, she didn’t tell me. 

“No…she did,” I hissed, curling my fingers in a fist. “I forgot all about it.” 

“Of course,” I could picture him rolling his eyes. “So, champagne…will you get it?” 

“You got it,” I nodded, seconds away from crushing the paper weight with my hands. 

“Cool, see you tonight.” The phone went dead, but I was so enraged that I couldn’t even bring myself to put that down. 

So Gianna was going to make some big announcement and arrange for dinner without even telling me. She was meeting Maxinus Vanucci on weekends, leaving early for some bullshit important meeting and now there was some announcement that apparently I didn’t need to know. 

What in fuck’s name is she up to? And why was I not supposed to be a part of it? I was her husband for fuck sake. And if this was about Maximus…

Tonight wasn’t going to end well for Gianna.